Page 39 of Chained By the Alpha
Deacon! Deacon! You have a boyfriend; I remind myself.
Zayn’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My breath hitches as I feel the hard contours of his body pressing into mine. The feeling of raw power emanating from him makes my blood pulse wildly in my veins, filling me with desire. It’s intoxicating.
“I bet right now I could ask you to do anything, and you’d fall over yourself to do it,” he laughs softly, pulling away to look at my face.
“It’s the sire. If you didn’t want me falling over myself to please you, you shouldn’t have healed me!”
He smiles wickedly. “Or maybe I have you exactly where I want you,” he purrs, and my eyes flutter closed at the sound emanating from his chest. Zayn’s words send a shiver down my spine.
Deacon! I remind myself again. Yet he ditched me, abandoned me in a vulnerable state!
I push Zayn away, trying to regain some control over myself. “We both know this is just the sire bond,” I say firmly, my voice shaking slightly.
He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. “Is it? Because I have a feeling you’re attracted to me regardless of the sire bond.” He takes a step closer, trapping me against my car with his body once more.
I can feel his breath on my face, and it takes all my willpower not to give in to him. “I have a boyfriend,” I remind him, hoping that will be enough to get through to him.
He leans in even closer, his lips almost touching mine. “And yet here you are, alone with me and you’re really putting up a fight to escape.”
I struggle to find a response as his hand gently cups my cheek. My heart races and my body betrays me in response to his touch. Tension crackles like electricity between us, the raw power of his aura radiates from him making my blood rush and my heart pound against the walls of my chest.
Zayn’s lips brush against mine as he speaks. “What if I said I want you as payment? Would you deny me?” I know I should push him away, remind him I have a boyfriend and this is wrong, yet all rational thought seems to have escaped me at this moment.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. I’m certain all he sees is desire burning in them, mirroring his own. “Zayn, please,” I beg him.
A part of me wonders if I am begging him to keep going or asking him to stop.
I bite my lip, trying to regain some control over my body and emotions. “This is wrong,” I whisper.
“Is it really?” Zayn asks, his hand trailing down from my cheek to lightly brush against my neck. “You don’t seem to be complaining.” He smiles smugly then leans in closer until his hot breath tickles my earlobe, causing waves of anticipation to sear through me.
“But you should go before I don’t let you, wouldn’t want that boyfriend of yours to find out you’re sired to another now, would we?” he asks, and hearing him speak of Deacon’s is like he tossed a bucket of ice water over me.
The thought of Deacon makes me stumble back momentarily, Zayn’s swift reaction leaves no room for escape. Strong arms circle around my waist, pulling me close again. The feel of his hard body pressing against mine causes me to take a sharp intake of breath.
He watches me for a second, and I push off his chest. “I should go,” I tell him while also reminding myself how wrong this is. Zayn lets me go and I fumble with my keys to unlock the car. Then I pause.
“You never said how I am supposed to pay you for watching the borders,” I remind him as I climb into my car.
“I have an office near your university. What days do you have free?” he asks.
“None. I have three early days,” I tell him.
“Then you’ll come there. You can help me in the office; I just fired my last secretary,” he tells me.
“Why?” I find myself asking.
“Because she is my ex,” he states. I crinkle my brows.
“Oh, the one you dumped via text?” I snort a laugh.
“Yep, don’t need her moping around work,” he chuckles.
“Who said she is moping? Maybe she is glad to be done with your arrogant ass,” I tell him.
He smiles. “Now I’m arrogant. Only a second ago, you would have let me kiss you,” he tells me, and my face heats. I open my mouth to argue that it’s the sire bond, but he beats me to it.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s the sire bond. Now get home. You have my number if you need me, and I’ll have my men watch your borders from a distance,” he tells me before turning on his heel and heading back into the packhouse. Shaking my head, I start my car and turn it around in the huge driveway before driving out of his territory.
