Page 173 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
Okay, somehow, this is harder than giving Leo a blowjob. I am struggling to break it down. I swallow my potato, feeling it stick in my throat, and he swiftly passes me my glass again. I take it and gulp it down.
“Thanks,” I say as I feel the potato going down. “Don’t you dare laugh.” He grins.
“Alright, I won’t.”
“Good! Now eat up. This is a lot of food for two.”
“Oh, I eat a lot.”
“Me too, but I can’t cook like you.”
“I can imagine that,” he jokes, giving me a smile, and I can’t help but smile back at him…
I stay foranother hour, and we make small talk. Although I’m not ready to welcome him into my inner circle, it is a start. We have exchanged numbers, and he has asked questions about what I do, my birthday, and I tell him I am pregnant. Surprisingly, he isn’t hard to talk to, and I ask him a few questions, too. He doesn’t want to be a warrior, and I havea feeling it is because of Fred; he is instead a trainer for the younger pups at the pack.
He walks me to the mansion, stopping a few metres away, and watches me enter. I give him a small wave before I take a deep breath and saunter to the door. Only to freeze when Leo’s scent hits me. I turn to see him standing in the shadows, leaning against the wall, one foot propped up against the wall, and smoking a cigarette, looking absolutely fuckable. Damn that man is fine meat…
“Leo!” I run down the steps and pounce on him. He catches me with one arm, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow as I tighten my hold around his neck. “Did you miss me?”
“Not really. I was enjoying the peace and quiet without you around,” he replies, making me frown.
“What did you just say?” I growl, digging my nails into his neck.
“Fuck, woman, stop with the violence. I said I was enjoying the peac-” I clamp my hand over his mouth.
“I gave you a chance to rectify your mistake and choose your words wisely. Ass.”
He pulls away, biting the side of my hand lightly. A knot forms in my stomach as his lips caress my skin, placing a soft kiss before letting go.
“Okay, fine. I’ll rephrase,” he says, his arms wrapping around me tighter as he leans down and claims my lips in a deep kiss that takes my breath away.Kiss me forever?
My heart is pounding as pleasure rushes through me; his lips move against mine so deeply and sensually that I can no longer think of anything else. He moves back after a few moments, and the kiss suddenly feels too short. He smirks sexily when he places me on the floor but refuses to let go of me, and I think I needed it.
“As I was saying… I missed having my psycho circus clownaround to entertain me,” he snickers, releasing me.
“Oh no, you did not just call me a clown… no, no, no! You are so done for!” I lunge at him, and he dodges, smoothly taking a drag on his cigarette. I try again, but he ducks. “I am going to skin you alive! Or better, I’ll make a rug out of your fur! Wait, I need a staple gun!”
He tosses his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot before grabbing my arm as he spins me into his arms, my back hitting his chest.
“What’s the staple gun for?”
“To add a few more steps to your damn dick ladder,” I growl, trying to bite him.
“You really are my perfectly imperfect little psycho.”
To my surprise, he starts laughing. My heart thunders, and I freeze, tilting my head up at the beautiful sound. It is probably the most carefree laugh I have ever heard from him, and it makes me feel so many emotions. He looks years younger, his pearly white teeth only adding to his beautiful smile. He catches me staring, and his laugh fades away as he raises an eyebrow.
“What are you planning?” I shake my head.
“Revenge, my dear mate, will come later, but I was just admiring your laugh… it’s beautiful,” I reply softly, unable to stop the surge of emotions in my chest. I made sure my walls were up earlier through the mind link. I had almost been about to express my feelings, but… I don’t want to do it over the mind link…
“Oh, yeah? I might try to laugh a little more often if you end up looking at me like a love-struck little puppy a tad more often,” he smirks, squeezing my cheeks. “I’m not sure who has juicier cheeks, you or your son.” I glare jokingly at him.
“Hey, I am not looking at you like a puppy!”But I am lovestruck…“And of course Corrado!”
“Oh, yeah, you can’t be a puppy. You’re Lola the fish, right?”
“Oh my god, you ass!” I pull away, smacking his shoulder. He smirks, dodging me as I chase him.
