Page 63 of Taken By the Alpha Priest

“Don’t go,” she says. Something in me almost forces me to obey her—a tether keeping me locked in place. I didn’t think the powers of the Alpha Prime would work in reverse from my mate, but maybe… “I want you to stay.”

Her arm curls possessively around my back and her lips ghost over her bite mark, her leg hooking around my waist. I inhale the scent of blackberries, growling deep in my chest at how our scents have combined like rich wine.

“At this point, everyone will know about us,” I say. “I have to speak with the pack; and then I’m going to come back and…”

“Stay,” she says. “Knot me.”

She’s so wet, her arousal coating my cock as she rubs herself against me. I didn’t expect her to be so voracious, so needy—but my bite has already changed her, bringing out the latent wolf. I don’t know how it’s been sleeping all this time, but perhaps she’s been hungry like this without telling me until now.

I pull back from her with considerable effort, taking her face in my hands. Her green eyes are feral, her pupils dilated. “Tilda,” I say, trying to anchor her back in herself. “Listen to me.”

She nods, staying perfectly still.

“I want you to stay here from now on, if you’ll have me,” I say. “Do you want that too?”

She frowns, licking her lips. I can see a level of lucidity there that I haven’t noticed since last night. The real world is creeping into our little nest, and I don’t like it one bit. “I think so,” she says.

“But you’re not sure?”

She shakes her head and finally props herself up on her elbow, her brow still furrowed. “Is it possible to…I don’t know, get drunk on someone’s pheromones?” she murmurs. Her hand reaches out and skates along the sweat-glazed muscles of my arm. “It’s like I’m addicted to feeling you inside me.”

That doesn’t make it any easier to leave. “I don’t want you making decisions when your mind isn’t clear.”

“I think…I think I need to go and take a bath,” she says. “Talk to Peaches maybe. With your scent on me…”

She leans down and kisses me hard, bracing herself on a splayed hand beside my head. I don’t even try to resist her, lying back and curling my arm around her until her breasts are pressed to my chest. I know how she feels; I don’t think I can escape her either. At this rate, we’ll need to be forcibly separated, and only strength of will would be able to keep us apart.

She pulls away with a heavy breath, panting against me. I’m ready to dive back into her embrace, to shove her into the mattress and fuck her again.

I want to knot her, just like she keeps asking.

But I won’t do that until she’s had a chance to think things through.

“You’re right,” she says, like she’s reading my mind. “We should take a break from each other today. And then…”

“Tonight, I’ll knot you,” I murmur. “If you still want me.”

She smiles. “Is it crazy that your restraint just makes me want to tease you more?”

I grin. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

21

TILDA

“You have to tell me everything.”

Peaches willnotleave me alone as I wade out toward the waterfall, anxious to get myself clean. Reyes’ scent is still all over me, and I can’t seem to think straight when I’m drenched in that red wine and incense aroma. I take a bar of soap with me, wondering if the spell will break once I’ve managed to rinse him off.

I don’t think it will, though. I’m head over heels for him, and I can’t deny that any longer.

I don’t think I even want to deny it.

“Some things deserve a little privacy, Peaches,” I call back to her, glancing over my shoulder. She doesn’t have to be here—she’s not even bathing—but she’s taken to watching my back in case Frankie shows up.

“If you cared about privacy, you two wouldn’t have spent the whole damn night howlin’ at the moon,” Peaches laughs. “I always figured he must be a freak in the sheets…so I guess I was right?”

“Jesus, Peaches!”

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