Page 32 of The Alpha's Addiction
My heart twists in the best way, and I lean up to kiss him.It starts soft and sweet, but his arms wrap around me, and I’m suddenly lifted off my feet.He spins me in a circle as I squeal and giggle, clinging to his neck.
“You’re ridiculous,” I murmur into his skin.
“And you’re mine,” he rumbles.
He carries me into the bedroom, setting me down gently at the edge of the bed.The sun slants through the curtains, casting golden light over the rumpled comforter and half-filled laundry basket in the corner.
I watch as Rhodes strips off his shirt, muscles rippling, green eyes locked on mine.
“The packing,” I remind him.
“In a bit.There’s not much left,” he says, reaching for his pants.
“It helps that I downsized when I moved here.Plus, I don’t have that much stuff to begin with.”
He nods distractedly as he prowls toward me, and I giggle as he strips off my clothes in record time.
“You’ve got sugar on your cheek,” he murmurs.
“Do I?”I ask innocently.
He leans in and kisses the spot before trailing his lips to mine.
I smile and wrap my arms around him as he eases me back onto the bed.“I can’t wait to build this life with you,” I whisper.
His smile softens into something reverent.“It’s already ours.”
And with his mouth on mine, his hands tracing every inch of my skin, I believe it with everything I have.
Our forever starts here.
TWELVE
Rhodes
Five Years Later…
The scentof cinnamon rolls hits me the second I open the front door, and my wolf damn near purrs.
“Daddy!”a small voice shrieks right before I’m tackled at the knees by a blur of blonde curls and sticky fingers.
“Hey, pup,” I rumble, crouching to scoop up my daughter.
Rosie buries her face in my neck, her chubby arms wrapping tight around me.“Mommy let me lick the icing spoon.”
“Lucky you.”I press a kiss to her cheek, inhaling the sugary scent clinging to her skin.“You save me any?”
“Nope!”She grins, absolutely zero remorse in those bright blue eyes she inherited from her mama.
“Traitor,” I mutter, chuckling as I carry her into the house.
The cabin is warm, glowing with late morning sunlight filtering through the big windows we had put in last year.The smell of baking and cedar and home wraps around me, and I relax fully for the first time all day.
“Hey,” Adeline says, turning from the stove, her face flushed, beautiful, and utterly perfect.
My mate.My wife.My everything.
She’s wearing one of my old flannel shirts over a pair of leggings, her hair pulled into a messy bun, and she has a smear of flour on her cheek that makes me want to pin her to the nearest wall, lick it off, and never let her go.
