Page 20 of The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf
He had no urge to hunt tonight. Instead, he ran up through the trees to the mountain peak. He glanced down at Sacco territory in the distance below, mostly covered by trees.
Where was Mila? What was she doing? He pictured her sleeping soundly in bed. Or, she could be out running in wolf form like himself.
Had she thought about him at all since she’d left?
If she had a fraction of the thoughts he’d been having about her, she’d be consumed with wonder.
Let’s go to her,his wolf suggested.
No, we can’t. We’ll have to wait until tomorrow until she returns,Rafe replied.
Ifshe returned.
Chapter 6
Mila
Mila tossed in her bed that night, finding it almost impossible to get comfortable. Her bones seemed to grind at each other and her skin crawled.
Her wolf itched to run back to Franconia territory.Let’s run to him. Find his scent.
That won’t happen, so stop,Mila protested.
Nevertheless, her mind wandered, and where it did was far from appropriate. In one fantasy, she replayed when Rafe had entered the room and she’d lost the blanket in the shuffle. When he bent down to retrieve it, she didn’t struggle against the desire that had coursed through her body. As he wrapped the blanket around her, their gazed locked. Neither attempted to disguise their hunger.
Rafe bent down and brushed his lips against hers, igniting her with pure, carnal lust. Rather than cursing him out, she gave in to her body’s demands and her wolf’s cravings. The blanket fell back to the floor, and she didn’t care how vulnerable she was in that state.
He pulled back an inch, yet remained close enough that their breaths mingled. Rafe traced his fingers over her cheek and down her neck, leaving a fiery trail of need in its wake. All she wanted was more of his touch. More of his lips on hers.
She bent her head and closed the agonizing distance between them until their mouths crashed together again. She kissed him with greedy abandon. His hands traveled down the sides of her body, searing her with his touch as if she were his. Liquid heat thrummed beneath her skin, drawing her awareness between her legs, where she desperately wanted him.
Mila acted out her sensual thoughts in her bed as she traced her hands over her body, fantasizing that it was Rafe touching her. He brushed his rough fingertips over her breasts and over her nipples. After caressing them until she was squirming with a need for more, he took one in his mouth. He continued to stroke the other until she was panting and writhing on the bed. He alternated between kissing and touching her, moving his hands and mouth down lower, driving her insane with need for him.
As her hand fluttered over her stomach and farther down, a twinge of guilt slipped in. Was it wrong to fantasize about her pack’s sworn enemy?
Yes.
Still, it didn’t stop her. She’d heard that some things that seem so wrong feltohso right. And now she understood why.
The next morning,Mila’s father stopped by her cabin with Lars. His hair was dark and unkempt, in contrast to her father’s close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair.
“I’ve thought about this and talked it over with Lars,” he said.
Mila glanced at him, trying to get a read on the situation, but failed to do so. When she glanced at Lars, she suppressed a shudder. Why did he have to come along?
What an odd response. “Oh,” she replied, while trying to understand her reaction. Although she wasn’t interested in being his mate, something about him this time struck her as repulsive.
It’s because he’s not our true mate,her wolf declared.That makes him a threat to our happiness.
Mila dismissed that explanation. Whatever this attraction was to Rafe was simply a means to achieve her ends.
“If spending a week there to spy on the Franconian pack is a risk you’re willing to take,” her father said, “I agree you should do so.”
Mila exhaled, her outlook brightening. She pictured herself providing value to the pack and finally getting recognition in their eyes.
“The opportunity to get insight on their operations is too valuable to resist,” Lars added.
Her mouth twitched into a scowl, which she covered with her hand to not give away her feelings toward him. Of course, he would care more about how it benefited him and showed zero regard on any impact on her.
