Page 114 of Alpha Gray

“Thanks,” I breathe. “I’m happy too. I mean, I have no fucking idea how all of this actually worked out, but I’m glad it did.”

Boyd smiles again, but behind his smile I can tell he’s a little wounded. I mean, we’ve been really close friends over the years and I’ve always suspected that he might carry a torch for me. Still, I don’t think I’ve ever led him into believing that there was anything more than friendship between us. Once he finds his fated mate, he’ll understand why I was never the girl for him.

“So what, do we have to call you Luna now?” Shay teases, waggling her eyebrows.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Only if you wanna get your ass kicked.”

“Luna of a pack, late for practice… I don’t even know who you are anymore!” Connor grins.

I lunge at him, punching him in the arm playfully.

He’s right, though- being late for my first day of practice with the actual squad isn’t a good look. The six of us rejoin the others, taking a few laps around the track before we start our drills for the day.

Practice goes fast- lightning fast- and before I know it, Gray’s helping me pack up my things in the squad barracks and carry them over to his room in the dorms. I’ve been in his room several times, but I never really imagined that I’d be living here. It’s dark, masculine, filled with his things already. I’m not sure where mine will go.

As if he’s reading my mind, Gray takes my suitcase handle from my hand, leaning my bag against the wall and sliding an arm around my shoulders.

“You can probably just leave a few things here, take the rest to the packhouse,” he suggests, and my eyebrows fly up.

“What? You want me to move in with you? At the packhouse?” I ask, wide-eyed, spinning to face him.

It seems a little fast to go from sneaking around to full-on shacking up in a matter of days. I kind of assumed that I’d just be taking over his dorm at the squad complex.

Gray gives a curt nod, as if it isn’t even a question. He slides his hands onto my shoulders, pinning me down with his steely gaze.

“I want to spend every day with you, every night,” he murmurs. Gray drags a hand up to cup my cheek, his palm rough and warm. His lips hover just inches from mine. “Now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you out of my sight.”

I trace my fingertips up the curve of his bicep, down his hard forearm to cover his hand with my own. I bite my bottom lip, smiling up at Gray. “Promise?”

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Gray

Two weeks have passed since the full moon, and Fallon and I have fallen into some semblance of a daily routine. We spend most mornings training, most afternoons attending to pack business. Fallon has taken so well to being Luna, like she was born to do it. I guess she was, in a way.

Today, we did things a little backwards- pack business in the morning, training at the complex in the afternoon. Ordinarily, I’d stick around to eat dinner at the complex afterwards, but Holly’s cooking a big meal at the packhouse that we’ve gotta get back for. Fallon’s sister and a couple of the guys are coming over, too. All the more reason for us to hurry back and play the part of gracious hosts.

When I slide into the drivers’ seat of my Jeep, Fallon’s already seated on the passenger side, her long legs thrown up on the dashboard. We’re both sweaty and tired, but the sight of those long tan legs on display for me delivers a fresh surge of energy, my dick stirring to life underneath my gym shorts.

I crank the key in the ignition and the engine roars to life, drowning out my dirty thoughts of my hot little mate in the passenger seat. I back out of my spot by the gate, throw the Jeep in drive, and start down the road to Goldenleaf, side-eyeing those long legs again.

I can’t help myself- I reach over, trailing one of my hands up her toned thigh. I know I should focus on driving, but she’s fucking irresistible.

“Why don’t you spread those legs for me, baby?” I murmur. “Give me a little preview of what’s waiting for me when I get home.”

Fallon turns to look at me, her ponytail whipping around her face. Her cheeks flush.

“Gray…” There’s a hint of warning in her tone, but also mischief.

I wrap my hand around the front of her leg to her inner thigh, slowly dragging it up, the sparks of contact tickling my fingertips as I move closer to the apex of her thighs.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, keeping one eye on the road as my deft fingers roam under the seam of her shorts.

“Mmmm….” She whines as my fingers find her pussy, already slick with desire. I take her soft moan as an invitation to continue. I tease my fingers along her slit, then find her swollen little clit, tracing circles around it.

Fallon’s breathing rate increases and my dick’s so hard in my shorts that I could practically steer my Jeep with it. I keep my driving speed slow, steady, while I increase the speed of my fingers against Fallon’s clit.

“Come on, baby,” I growl. From her sweet little moans and her labored breathing, I can tell how close she is already. Still so fucking responsive to my touch. “Come for me.”

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