Page 47 of Cruel Alpha: Season One

“That depends. Do you promise never to return here? Ever?”

He nods and stares up at me earnestly. “You have my word.”

I don’t doubt his sincerity for a minute, so I stretch my hand toward him. He takes it and places a kiss in the center of my palm, relief seeming to wash over him.

“May I escort you home now?”

My gaze lingers on him as I consider it, but it isn’t lost on me that he came here seeking something. Something I haven’t been willing to give.

Confusion fills his eyes when I beckon for him to rise to his feet, but he does so anyway, still holding my waist as he stretches to full height again.

“We’ll leave,” I assure him. “But before we go... there's one last thing I want you to do."

Curious, he arches a brow but doesn't hesitate to agree. “Anything."

I take a step back, dazed by the sight of him—tall, solid, a brute in suspenders, sex practically seeping from his pores. Then, I release a deep, calming breath to settle my nerves as I reveal what he's to do next.

“Take off your pants.”

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Mine

Annalise

Caspian’sheated stare stays trained on me, and I’m surprisingly certain how I’d like to proceed. After having denied my growing feelings toward him, reality came crashing down on me tonight.

My coming here wasn’t about ego.

I came here because my heart led me, it couldn’t take the thought of Caspian turning to another woman while I’ve become irreversibly attached.

But there’s conflict in his eyes, and I’ve grown impatient waiting for him to undo his belt.

“Annalise,” he says, deep and breathy. “You don’toweme anything. I didn’t mean to make you feel like?—”

“No. I want to,” I say with certitude, feeling my heart race inside my chest. I stare at his shoulders, how his white shirt stretches across them in the most delicious way. And call me crazy, but there’s something about a man with his physique, wearing suspenders.

That shit’s like an aphrodisiac.

Impatience has me reaching for his belt, but he cuffs my wrists with both hands.

“Annalise, we can’t. There are rules, remember? We’re not allowed to…engagewithout an audience of Elders. You know how that works.”

As disappointment spreads across his face, my smile contrasts it.

“Which is why I’m not planning to fuck you,” I explain. “Not tonight, anyway.”

Hearing those words roll off my lips has a visible effect on him. Not only is he breathing deeper now, but the growing bulge at the front of his pants proves his theory…

His cockdoesonly work for me.

He doesn’t speak as I finish what I started, unbuckling his belt. My gaze stays trained on his as I back him against the wall, then lower to my knees. Caspian’s entire body is bathed in red light, and as he stares down on me while bass pulses rhythmically from the speakers, he looks positively wicked. I don’t miss the subtle flare of his nostrils when I lower his zipper, and then slip my hand inside his underwear, freeing his erection from the restrictive fabric.

“Fucking hell, Annalise. Your hands feel so damn good on me,” he rasps, watching me stroke him slowly as he pushes his fingers into my hair.

I don’t respond as I break our gaze for the first time, only to steal a glimpse as he throbs in my fist. He’s solid and thick, soft veins protruding just beneath the sensitive skin. He gathers my hair into a ponytail and holds it out of the way as I notice a bead of precum seeping from his tip. Without hesitation, and needing to satisfy a longstanding curiosity, I swipe it away with my tongue.

A hissing breath leaves him, and tension spreads across his brow. “Damn you, Little Wolf. Damn you for making me so fucking obsessed.”

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