Page 43 of Alpha's Impostor Bride

I put the book back down the table, feeling strange. If she has questions, why not come to me? Why is she seeking answers in some silly romance novel?

More determined than ever to find her, I make my way to our bedroom. I don’t expect her to be there, but to my surprise, she’s coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her hair is piled on top of her head and appears to be dry. When she sees me, her eyes widen. “Cedric?”

Just like I’ve started calling her Leanna, she has begun using my name more frequently.

“What are you doing taking a bath in the middle of the day?” I ask her.

“I slipped in some mud outside the greenhouse,” she admits. “I didn’t want to wait for Harriet, so I took a bath by myself. Did you need something? Just let me change. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

I remember the explicit scene she had been reading, and my eyes linger on the curves the thick towel is hiding. Is it just me or has she become a little too comfortable without clothes on in my presence? Almost as if she doesn’t expect me to touch her.

“I went looking for you in the greenhouse. You left a book there.”

She frowns at me, as if trying to remember which book it was, and then color bursts into her face. “Oh. You didn’t happen to read it, did you?”

“What if I did?” I question her, liking the way the blush crawls over her neck.

She clutches the towel closer to her. “I—Well, it was educational. I don’t have much knowledge about—”

I cover the distance between us. “You should’ve asked me. Experience is the best teacher, after all.”

For a moment, she stares at me with an uncomprehending look, and then she stumbles back a couple of steps. “That wasn’t my—”

I catch her before she falls to the ground. She’s so light. Those soft, brown eyes of hers are filled with embarrassment and a hint of shyness.

“How about a lesson?” My wolf was already hanging by a thread, but after discovering her choice of reading material, I don’t have the patience to keep my hands to myself anymore.

“A lesson?” she repeats breathlessly.

I walk her backward to the bed. “Yes. I am your mate, after all.”

“But—” She looks tense. “I heard you don’t want a child from me.”

“What?” I frown. “What’re you—”

The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, causing her to lose her balance. Her arms flail, and she loses her grip on the towel.

She’s lying on the bed now, her whole body bared to me, her pale skin flushed, her creamy white breasts perky and soft. I lean down, caging her with my arms on either side of her head.

“If you need to learn, I’m right here.”

Her lips part, and my nose twitches when I catch a familiar scent in the air. Her arousal.

“I—” she begins, trembling. But there is no fear in her eyes, only desire and confusion.

I touch her stomach with one hand and she squeezes her eyes shut, shuddering. The scent of her arousal grows thicker. I watch her face carefully as my hand climbs higher, curling around one of her mounds and squeezing it. She makes a gasping sound before I lower my mouth against hers.

I kiss her deeply, my tongue probing past her lips, seeking entrance to her mouth. When she lets me in, it takes all my willpower not to move too aggressively. I toy with her hardened nipple, eliciting soft, wanton moans from her. The sounds she makes are enticing. My hand travels down the expanse of her flat stomach and reaches her pussy. She immediately squeezes her legs shut.

A virgin’s reaction.

To be fair, she is essentially inexperienced, so her response don’t surprise me. But patience doesn’t seem to be my strong suit when it comes to her.

I release her lips and press open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, her neck, trying to make her feel more comfortable. She begins to relax, but when I reach her stomach, she grows tense. I grab her by the thighs and force her legs apart, lifting them in the air till I hook her knees around my shoulders. Her eyes turn wide.

“Wait—What are you—”

She doesn’t get to finish because I press my thumb against her hardened clit and lick the slit of her pussy. She’s wet. A mewling cry escapes her lips, and I thrust my tongue inside.

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