Page 43 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate
Wait. Arms?
Luna’s eyes snapped open. She looked down and saw the muscular forearm draped over her hip.
Oh no.
She was pressed against Dominic’s chest, her back to his front, one of his thighs wedged between hers. His face was buried in her hair, his breath warm against her neck.
Oh, no, no.
And there was something else. Something hard pressing insistently against her bottom. Heat flooded her cheeks as realization dawned.
That was his—
She needed to move. She needed to remove herself from his embrace before he woke up. Before she did something stupid like she was doing now, leaning into the sensation, like arching her back and pressing against him, like turning in his arms and—
“Luna?” His voice was sleepy, low and deep, sending shivers down her spine.
Too late.
She froze, not daring to move. “Yes?”
“Are you awake?” His lips brushed against her neck as he spoke, probably unintentionally, but the contact sent electricity racing through her body.
“Obviously,” she managed.
Nobody moved. Luna found it hard to slow her heart rate as her brain screamed at her to pull away and to push back against him.
“I should—” she began.
“Wait.” His arm tightened almost imperceptibly around her waist. “Just…give me a minute.”
The request hung in the air, loaded with implications. Luna found herself nodding, though he couldn’t see her face. She should have protested.
Because what? Why?
Instead, she lay still in his arms, acutely aware of every point of contact between them.
Especially his hard cock, unmistakable now, pressing firmly against her.
Shit!
Dominic rolled her onto her back, now on top of her in one fluid motion. His eyes looked full of desire, his black hair tousled from sleep making him look younger.
More like the Dominic she’d known years ago at Silverlight Valley.
Luna’s breath caught in her throat. The T-shirt had ridden up during the night, exposing her thighs.
One of Dominic’s hands rested on the bare skin just above her knee.
“You can always tell me to stop,” he said, still in his sleepy rough voice. “If you don’t want it, too.”
Well, that would be a lie.
Because she did feel it, despite her pain and everything that had happened between them; she still felt this unexplainable pull towards him.
“I can’t tell you that,” she admitted.
His eyes sparked, and she could see the wolf and man all at once. The sight sent a thrill through Luna that was equal parts fear and desire. His hand moved from her knee, traveling slowly up her thigh, and she knew she was damned.
