Page 47 of Alpha Wolf's Arranged Bride
My heart is happy. This isn’t just sex. It’s surrender.
In the very pale glow from the moon and stars, Rex is covered in shadows. It makes his eyes and hair appear dark, just like they are in my memory. I know it’s an illusion, but it takes me back to that night when I was happier than I’d ever been.
Rex’s arms go around my waist, and he pulls us even closer together. I keep one hand wrapped around him while my other hand gently strokes his cheek. He looks into my eyes for a long moment before bending down to kiss me again.
As the kiss deepens, I wrap my thighs around Rex’s hips and start to writhe against him, feeling his cock thickening inside me as my inner muscles spasm and clench around him. Rex groans, trying to keep his lips against mine as he starts to thrust.
With a fierce growl, Rex grabs my shoulders, leaning back so he can thrust into me harder and faster. I keep my knees pressed against his sides, clinging to his forearms as he pounds into me. I stare into Rex’s eyes, and he doesn’t look away, keeping the contact even as his movements become erratic.
Just when the moment becomes too intense and I have to look away, Rex falls on top of me, curling his arms around my back and almost crushing me against his chest. I throw my head back, opening my thighs and thrusting against him as hard as I can. A massive orgasm crashes through me, exploding through my core and rippling through me, leaving me gasping, clinging to Rex as he shudders under the force of his own climax.
For just a moment, everything is perfect. Rex’s heart beats in time with mine, and the soft rush of his breath on my cheek matches my own. Both our bodies throb with shared pleasure, and the connection between us—physical and spiritual—is impossible to deny.
When Rex moves, slowly slipping out from between my thighs and lying beside me, I try to keep reality at bay, but it’s too late. Already, my mind is racing ahead, thinking about tomorrow, and the next day, and the weeks to come. And how through all of it, I’ll still have to carry all my secrets and lies.
Rex puts an arm around me, and I try to relax into the moment, but the afterglow has vanished, leaving only a cold chill in its wake. My need for the comfort of Rex’s body clashes horribly with my lack of trust, and I push his arms away, getting up to run into the house.
I have to check on Jarrod! I was completely out of it for a while there. Anything could have happened!
I rush up the stairs as quickly as I can without making too much noise and hurry to Jarrod’s room. When I push the door open gently and peek inside, I see him peacefully asleep, his sweet little face tucked against the pillow and his golden hair swept across his forehead.
I step back out of the room, trying to still my beating heart.
Jarrod is safe. That should be the only thing that matters.
I walk up the hall, my arms loosely wrapped around myself.
It’s all coming out now, whether I like it or not. I didn’t outright tell Rex that he’s Jarrod’s father, but surely he knows?
By the time I get back to the bedroom, I’m shivering, even though it’s a mild night. I had too much to mentally process before I threw myself into Rex’s arms. Now it feels like my body is going into a full-system shutdown.
I can’t believe I did this. I don’t trust Rex, and the more I find out about him, the less I actually know.
As I get into bed and pull the covers around myself, I hear Rex coming up the stairs. I wrap myself up in blankets, praying that he won’t try to talk to me.
I can’t take it, not right now. I’ll just end up screaming, or crying, or both, and I’ll come out of it even more frustrated and confused.
To my relief, Rex gets into bed and doesn’t say anything. For a brief moment, I almost turn over and let him wrap me in his arms, but the pain flooding into my chest stops me.
I have no idea who he really is.
The thought haunts me, teasing the edges of my brain into paranoid, fearful thoughts. I expect that my inner conflicts will keep me awake all night, but my exertions earlier this evening win out, and a dark, dreamless sleep claims me.
Chapter 16 - Rex
The thrill of being with Scarlett again obliterates all else. As I lay beside her, my mind is completely clear, as if just touching her is enough to bring my soul peace.
I’m about to roll over and put my arm around her when she suddenly gets up and hurries to the house. She doesn’t say a word to me, and she doesn’t look back.
Fuck.
I’m a little stunned, and it takes me a second to get up and follow her.
What did I do wrong?
I tried to hold myself back, but there was five years’ worth of longing inside me, begging to be satisfied. I’ve been so restrained since she came back into my life, I just couldn’t stop myself.
And I thought she wanted me, too…
