Page 41 of The Alpha Wolf's Pregnant Bride

She pulls away abruptly, and her eyebrows knit with stern confusion and accusation, all wrapped up in the parcel of her ethereal beauty. Her lips are parted, a million questions flashing through her eyes as she blinks rapidly.

My heart clenches with guilt, squeezed by the tendrils of regret that I’d just acted without thinking. But the more I let my mind wander further, the more I realize that this is exactly what I should do. Or what Ineedto do.

Taking a deep breath, I’m not sure what to say. I can’t apologize because I’d just be lying to Cassandra.

I’m not sorry for kissing her.

“Is this the part where you slap me?” I ask; the nervous chuckle that escapes me is an attempt at humor to break the ice wall between us.

I have no idea why I just kissed her or why my lips tingle with the remnants of her taste and align me to a desire that’s so strong, I can’t ignore it. It just feels… right.

Slowly, she shakes her head, the bewildered look in her eyes only mildly dissipating as she stares into my eyes.

“You're not gonna let that go, are you?” she asks tentatively.

I shake my head gently, hoping that I haven't frightened her.

“I can't let it go when I witnessed the nature of your passion, Cassandra,” I drawl. “There's a fire inside you that I can't stop thinking about.”

She gasps, her chest heaving with her escalating quick breaths. A moment of silence passes as she digests my statement, allowing me to give it some thought, too.

It's that fiery passion of her impulses that night that had her slapping me when I was out of line. It's something I can't stop thinking about it when it alludes to a deeper passion that rages within her. I'd merely glimpsed the suggestion of that passion, and it's left me restless to wonder if there's more.

There is so much more that I wish to uncover—a promise of discovering when she nods her head slowly and stares into my eyes.

“Then this is the part where I ask you to kiss me again,” she whispers so gently. It’s an invitation I can’t decline.

Not when her statement brings me relief and fuels the impulse to kiss her again. This time, with her consent, I slide my fingers over her cheek and gently pull her toward me.

This time, my mind is eased enough to pay close attention to the intricate details of the kiss. From the way her soft, plush lips meld to mine to the way she sighs on the kiss and permits me entry into the warm cave of her mouth.

When I pull her closer to deepen the kiss, her chest rises against mine, and her breasts push up against my midriff. I can feel the way her nipples harden behind her sweater. Her bodybetrays her if she is ever going to deny me. But her need for bodily exploration is evident when she breaks the kiss for air and stares up at me with heady, intoxicating lust, dark and hungry, while her lips are moist and swollen from our kiss.

Chapter 11 - Cassandra

The kiss is fiery, urgent, and desperate as his hand cups the back of my head, and he deepens the kiss by tilting his face. Sighing, any tension I had skittered off and left behind a wave of softness that melts me to him.

I'd often wondered what his lips would feel like, and now that he's kissing me, it's almost as if it's too good to be true. His skillful tongue explores my mouth, curling and teasing the roof of my mouth before intertwining with my own tongue in a heated dance.

Drinking in the warm pulses of his breath as if he's feeding me, it becomes my sustenance as I lose myself to the expertise of his kisses. Mewling, I pull away to catch my breath, only to grapple at the last semblance of sanity when I begin to lose my sense of self. But when we lock eyes, his deep, profound depths of lust call out to me in the silence of our heavy panting. It's a wordless invitation, temptation so persuasive that I can't help but fling myself forward and throw my arms around his neck.

Deftly catching me with strong hands on my hips, Cyrus groans smoothly on my lips as he lifts me off my feet and swiftly drapes my thighs around his waist. With our lips locked in a feverish kiss, I only feel the draft of wind on my back as he carries me forward.

I'm pressed between his hot, rigid body and the coarse composition of a tree behind me, clinging to his neck as my lips cling to the passionate kiss. Hot and sloppy, lewd sounds erupt in the air as he gyrates his hips into me.

The stiff mound of his erection stroking my clothed core causes friction against my bundle of nerves, sending shockwavesof tingles that ignite my arousal to soaring heights. I pull my lips away only to moan out loud when the sensations become unbearably powerful, and I can't control the need to let go.

“Cyrus… Cyrus…” His name rolls off my tongue in perfect intervals between my escalating moans. Gripping fistfuls of his t-shirt, my back arches off the tree trunk in an attempt to feel the full efficacy of his gyrating hips.

His deep, throaty chuckle prompts me to lift my head, brows curdling with stark confusion as he grips my hips and pulls me flush against his chest. He spins me over, my feet crashing to the ground when he releases his firm grip.

My bottom lip trembles with disappointment when he steps away, and I'm left wanton and slightly dejected. I have no idea what's going on when he stares down at my face; his eyes glossed over with hunger.

“You're gonna have to do something to snap me out of this…” he rasps, his voice menacingly deep as his jaw clenches. The wound balls of tenacity pulsing underneath his earlobes should be frightening.

But it's the look of lust in his eyes that subdue me, and I reach out to tentatively touch his cheek.

No longer worried that the heated moment was over, I recognized his hesitation for what it was.

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