Page 5 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
“Don’t be so sure,” he replies arrogantly. I turn to him as he pours a green liquid into two glasses before he holds one out to me.
“What is this?” I ask, looking at it curiously.
“Absinthe,” he replies with a small, cold smirk before he raises the glass. I clink mine against his, looking surprised. Absinthe...
“Isn’t this illegal here?” I ask, unable to stop the curiosity that seeps into my mind.
“Being up here without permission is illegal, too. This is the only drink that can really take the edge away. Clearly, four bottles of whiskey didn’t work for you,” he remarks mockingly. My heart skips a beat. Had he seen me? I look down below, only to see the booth I was sitting at is in plain sight…
“So you were watching me?”
“You may have caught my eye. Not many women do.” I don’t miss the ‘many’ in that sentence.
He steps closer, and I find myself looking into those dangerous eyes of his.
“You wanted to run when you realised that we are mates.”
He knows.
I take a sip of the alcohol. Oh, this is strong… the taste is intense, but I like it.
“I think you would actually be happy if I run. I’m a nightmare you do not want in your life.”
“Funny that you should refer to yourself as a nightmare. You look far from one, but even I know not everything that looks like a dream is one.”
I can’t deny the fluttering in my stomach at his words. As he downs his glass of absinthe, my eyes dip to his Adam’s apple. Damn, the boy is sizzling. I feel a clench in my core and avert my gaze.
Deep down, something tells me not to do this. I don’t know anything about him, but he seems to be the boss of this club, and he is definitely an Alpha. Who though? I have seen many Alphas. Okay, not really. Damn, I wish I had paid more attention, but I don’t care for them. I’m always too busy in my own world…
“You don’t want to find your mate. Good. Neither do I.”
“Then, why didn’t you just walk away?” I ask.
“I wanted to see exactly what the goddess created for me.”
“And?” I find myself asking, my stomach fluttering.
His icy-blue eyes trail over me, and I see them flash a stunning steel blue as they fall on my breasts. If his gaze alone can have such an effect on me, then what will his touch feel like? He steps closer, and I find myself backing away until my ass touches the glass behind me.
“If we’re going on looks alone, better than expected.”
My core throbs at his words. How does someone I have just met have such an intense effect on me?
“You’re an Alpha, that’s undeniable, but what pack - ”
He cuts me off by placing the back of the hand that holds his glass against my lips. The crazy fireworks that erupt from his touch are dizzying, sending a dangerous jolt to my core. It makes sense… all of it. The way the mated couples around me are so love-crazed. All they want is to be next to their mates. Just a single touch from someone I don’t even know is driving me nuts, and I am unable to stop myself from softly kissing the fingers that are pressing against my lips. His eyes flash a steely blue as our eyes meet, and the moment he removes his hands, I slowly lick my lips before taking another sip of the strong alcohol.
Turning my back to him, I stare down at the club below. My core is throbbing, and I know if I drink this entire glass, I will be pretty high. I see him pour himself another glass and down it in one go before he places it on the bar counter and walks back over to me. I look at him once again, turning towards him as he steps closer. This time the gap between us is almost non-existent. I can smell his addictive scent, feel the heat from his body, and hear the steady beating of his heart. All of it consumes me.
“Two glasses, and you seem perfectly sober. I’m impressed,” I whisper, trying to break the intense sexual tension that isripping me apart with desire. He rests his arm against the glass above my head, forcing me to back up against it.
“I didn’t think you would be that easily impressed.” His eyes stare down at me, and I notice his thick lashes. I could picture waking up to this hunk every day…
“I do have pretty high standards in some departments,” I reply haughtily, staring into his eyes.
The faintest smirk crosses his lips as he runs the knuckles of his free hand down my waist, making my heart thump in anticipation. His body is barely inches from mine, and the urge to press my thighs together is incredibly strong.
“Good. Let’s just hope you can handle me,” he replies seductively. We are chest to chest, and he parts my legs with his knee, making my core clench.
