Page 50 of Cruel Alpha Beast
As soon as we open the door to the kitchen, Sawyer grabs my arm and murmurs in my ear. “Can I speak to you in private?”
I follow him upstairs while the others make themselves at home in our kitchen. Sawyer leads me to our bedroom and shuts the door behind him. He looks upset, so I reach for his hand.
“I’m not the kind of guy who second-guesses himself a lot,” he says. “But there’s a part of me that’s scared I’ll fail you and Shea.”
I lean down and kiss one of his fingertips. “Well, I have nothing but faith in you.”
Before he can tear himself down, I step on my toes and pull him into a kiss—one that leaves me breathless and lightheaded. One that builds in intensity, and next thing I know, my veins are on fire, and Sawyer’s hand is up the skirt of my sundress.
He pulls away from my lips, seeking refuge in the curve of my neck while I grab for the zipper on his jeans and, soon after, spring his cock free from the confines of his boxers. I sit down onmy knees and take him in my mouth so softly, so smoothly, that I hear him hiss my name through his teeth more than once.
I’m so wet at this point that I can hardly focus on anything other than him entering me. I release him from my mouth before he erupts and find the bed right behind me. I lie on my back, my legs spread as wide as they can, and thankfully, Sawyer is in no mood to tease me this time.
He lines his hips up with mine, slowly sinking deeper and deeper inside of me. His eyes staring into mine, he rolls his hips ever so rhythmically. I stick a knuckle between my teeth, doing my best to keep my moans quiet while we have the alphas and Greg downstairs.
But as Sawyer reaches a thumb down to circle my most tender spot, I find it harder and harder to keep myself quiet. It feels wrong to hold back, especially when this is the first time Sawyer and I have ever made proper love.
Eventually, like a great wave, my pleasure crests throughout my body, crashing down on every nerve ending. I don’t even know how loud my cries are, nor do I really care.
All I care about is showing Sawyer just how I feel with my body.
Chapter 20 - Sawyer
I wake to the sun rising outside the window, its rays beaming through the thin curtain of our bedroom. My arm rests over Lacey’s middle, the skin of her back pressed against my chest. Everything is so warm, so delightful. It feels great to be here with her like this. To pretend for another simple moment that everything is okay.
Ignoring the truth of the world we live in, I actively imagine us lying here for another hour, before the door to our room opens and Shea rushes across the carpet and leaps into bed, cozying up between us.
I imagine bringing her downstairs so we can allow her mother some more time to rest. Shea keeps me company while I strike up the stove and cook a massive breakfast for all three of us. I promise to make her whatever she wants the most, and she tells me how much she loves me.
It’s a happy little existence. One I hope comes true in the future.
But in order for that to happen, I have to figure out how to save my family first.
My pack.
My valley.
Sadly, I return to this reality, where my daughter is staying with my father, and I’m so worried about the future that the idea of eating breakfast right now is actively making me feel sick.
Careful not to wake the steadily breathing Lacey, I slowly retract my arm and slide out of bed. It’s no use, though, becauseas soon as she doesn’t feel my presence, Lacey rolls onto her back and finds me throwing some pajama pants on.
She eventually follows me downstairs, where the boys are still sleeping in the living room. Lacey and I tiptoe into the kitchen, both suppressing a laugh when Jasper lets out the loudest snore I think I’ve ever heard in my entire life. The snore wakes Greg, who lets out a frustrated groan, then he joins us in the kitchen.
The three of us start working on breakfast, and I feel my appetite return. Greg breaks the eggs and beats them, then hands them off to me at the stovetop, while Lacey starts to mix up some pancake batter. We’re a well-oiled breakfast machine, and the smell of cooking food soon rouses Ellis and Jasper.
Lacey hands out plates and silverware, then stands at the counter to eat her own breakfast, as we don’t have enough chairs for the five of us. I offer her mine a million times, but she refuses every single time. It all seems well and good until suddenly I hear her silverware coming crashing to the floor, and a loud thump along with it.
Whipping around, I see Lacey on the floor not far from where her knife and fork fell, egg bits scattered across the tiles. Her eyes are unfocused and she’s barely propped up by the lower kitchen cabinets.
“What the fuck is happening?” Jasper says under his breath.
“She’s having a vision,” Greg tells him, climbing out of his chair only slightly faster than I do. He goes to sit in front of her, grabbing her hand gently and murmuring quietly in her ear. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
When she finally comes out of it, Lacey finds me on the other side of Greg. She leans forward, tearfully, and throws her arms around my waiting neck.
“I-I saw the whole valley on fire!” she bursts out. “The tree started it! The willow tree!”
“What else did you see?” I ask her.
