Page 35 of Alpha Reid

“Fuck, Serena,” he growls as he pulls away from my lips, pressing his forehead against mine and staring directly into my eyes. Both of our wolves are close to the surface, I can feel my own and see his in his silver-flecked irises. His hand suddenly covers mine, halting my over-the-pants hand job.

We’re both breathing hard, chests heaving in tandem. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” Reid groans, his hand lifting from mine and his fingertips brushing along the inner seam of my shorts. “So fucking bad.”

“Me too,” I admit, still panting. I slide my hand from underneath his, moving my arm up to join the other in circling his neck. “But we should probably…”

“Pump the brakes,” he grumbles, finishing my sentence. He drops his head down beside mine, nipping the top of my shoulder with his teeth.

“Yeah,” I breathe. A shiver travels up my spine as his warm tongue follows the top of my shoulder to my collar bone. “Probably.”

“Definitely,” he murmurs against my skin.

But I don’t want to stop, not really.

I know we need to. I know this can only crash and burn. But even if I can’t save this thing that’s blooming between us, maybe there’s a chance I could still save him?

Reid pulls back, peeling my legs from around his waist. I greedily drag my hands down his chest one last time, savoring the sensation of his rippling muscles beneath my palms. Memorizing the way he feels, because when this ends, memories are all I’ll have of him. He stares down at me with his baby blues, tugging my shirt back down for me, and as I just sit there and watch him it strikes me how unfair it is for someone to be as gorgeous as Reid- and for fate to so cruelly dangle him in front of me.

If only things could be different.

I grip the edge of the dresser, sliding off and landing on my bare feet in front of Reid. “Well, I…” I stammer awkwardly, reaching up to smooth my hair as a blush creeps up my neck. “That was unexpected.”

Reid flashes me that debonair smile of his and I lose my train of thought. “Really, after the way you were teasing me?” he smirks.

My jaw goes slack, but before I can get a word out, he leans in, sliding a finger under my chin to tip it up and dropping his head beside my ear, his voice low.

“Remind me to punish you properly next time.”

Goosebumps break out over my skin at his suggestion, but he abruptly turns to head for the door.

“Wait,” I call, and Reid freezes in his tracks, glancing back at me over his shoulder.

“What, little wolf, you want it now?”

Yes.

“What? No. I mean…” Seems I can’t string a coherent thought together. I heave a sigh, throwing a hand on my hip. “Did you need something? When you knocked before?”

He pauses, considering. “Yeah, actually. Thanks for reminding me. I’ve gotta head to the complex a little early tomorrow for a meeting with the other squad leaders, so can you be ready to leave by seven?”

“Sure,” I nod. “I’ll set my alarm.”

He nods back, turning to leave again. I watch after him as he pauses in the doorway, hands gripping either side. He shoots me one last longing glance over his shoulder, desire swirling in his gaze. “Goodnight,” he murmurs, pulling my door closed behind him.

And for the first time since I arrived here, I don’t lock it.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Serena

“So I’m thinking we should do an actual girls night,” Quinn suggests, hazel eyes wide with excitement.

After training this morning, the five squad leaders slipped away for another meeting. I headed to the dining hall to grab some lunch and was immediately accosted by Quinn, who ushered me over to sit with her and the other alphas’ mates. I appreciate that the girls are trying to be welcoming, but it isn’t exactly easy to hang out with them- they’ve all clearly forged this close bond with one another, while I’m just the weirdo on the outside looking in.

“Because that worked out so well last time?” Fallon laughs, tearing the crust off of her grilled cheese sandwich and dunking it into her tomato soup.

“Yeah, what if the guys insist on tagging along again?” Brooke sighs from her seat next to her sister. She follows suit in dunking a piece of crust into her soup, and I smile to myself at how these twins seem so different personality-wise, but their little quirks and mannerisms are still so alike.

Quinn shrugs, leaning forward on the bench beside me. “So we’ll do something different that they can’t insert themselves into. Like a girly sleepover or something.”

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