Page 35 of Patiently Yours
After a few more seconds, he shakes away whatever thoughts were going through his head before giving me a small smile. “I’ll see you soon, Stacia.”
I return his smile before hopping out and joining Kendall and Ciro. They both look so happy to be here with me, their expressions showing adoration in the most minimal of ways. But damn, those ways really mean everything to me.
We make our way towards the crowded abode as I look at them with bemusement.
“What did you guys mean by ‘threats’?”
They laugh and give each other knowing looks before Kendall answers. “Uriah is the most protective of us?—”
“Tryveryoverprotective,” Ciro adds.
“Yes, very. Ciro and I can get a bit…wildat these things. He just wants to make sure we keep you safe.”
Ciro gives my shoulder a soft squeeze. “Which we will, but he can get a bit compulsive when it comes to reassurance. It’s kind of a mechanism of his. Words of affirmation are definitely his main love language.”
I quickly make a mental note of that.
Ciro gets called over by someone, motioning that he’ll be right back before I turn to the alpha beside me. His hair is messy and his green eyes shine as he takes me in. I can’t get over how handsome he is.
“Maybe I want to get wild, too,” I joke with a huff, which makes them chuckle.
“We’ll still have fun,” Kendall reassures me. “We might just keep the wild nights to a minimum when it’s just us, though. When the other two are here, we can really let loose. They like being needed in that way.”
“Oh, and you don’t like being needed?” I tut at him.
He cocks an eyebrow at me and leans in. “I like beingwanted.”
I blush from the implication. “In what way?”
His eyes hold mine before soaring over my face and landing on my lips. He smirks, but there’s no arrogance in it. It’s more like he can’t believe he is this close in proximity to me.
Well, fuckingsame.
His scent spikes immensely at whatever image he just conjured before he meets my eyes once more. Before he can respond, Ciro hops back in like he never left.
“We need shots. And then I’m taking you to dance, my beautiful doe.” He takes me by the hand, leading us to the house.
I try to hide my smile as we are absorbed by the crowd, but it’s pointless. I’m already so far gone for this pack, and there’s no stopping it.
Dancing with Cirois quickly becoming one of my favorite pastimes. Regardless if it’s fast paced or sensual, being in Ciro’s arms and basking in his cheerfulness brings me a form of peace that I thought I lost a long time ago. If I weren’t already tipsy, I’d feel emotional over the unexpected merriment flowing through my veins. Instead, I just stay in the moment with him, letting him lead my body song after song. We quip back and forth, bothappreciating the small touches between the deeply hedonistic ones. He already feels like my best friend… one who has the most intoxicating spiced rum scent I’ve ever inhaled.
When an especially sensual song comes on, my back ends up against Ciro’s front. His arms are around my waist, while my left arm is draped upward so my fingernails can scrape along his scalp. I never pictured myself as someone who could shamelessly grind on someone else in the middle of a crowded room, but the way we are pulling pleasure from each other with the most miniscule of movements leaves stars behind my eyes. I don’t want the sensation to stop, nor do I want him to stop whispering praises into my ear. I just want to continue in the free fall as this beautiful beta keeps his arms wrapped around me and kisses my neck in tangent with our movements.
As our bodies mingle into one, I feel the sudden sensation of being watched. The realization causes my half-lidded gaze to search the room before I meet the voyeur’s gaze. Kendall is leaning against a wall, looking relaxed as ever, drinking from a red cup. His eyes are plastered on me. They’re glazed-over, roaming my body as he takes a sip from his drink. I’m half hidden behind other dancers, but I wish I wasn’t. I want him to see all of me, see the way his pack mate is winding me up for a fall. When his gaze comes back to my face, our eyes meet and a sexy smirk finds his lips. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone more.
We hold eye contact until the song changes and the house music forces Ciro and I to change our rhythm once more.
The fleeting moment stays with me. His lustful gaze is permanently scorched behind my eyelids.
As the current song comes to an end, Ciro spins me out of the makeshift dance floor. We laugh as we make our way back to Kendall. He’s in the same spot, still clutching the same cup, but now someone he knows is talking his ear off. It causes thisslightly annoyed expression to appear on his face, which makes me giggle under my breath. The guy doesn’t notice his disdain, and as we get closer I realize that he’s ranting about honey bees.
“—we do deliveries, as well.”
“Deliveries?” Ciro questions, and by the way his smirk turns up, I suspect he’s trying to provoke Kendall even further.
It works, as the blond alpha glares at him before shaking his head. “Ciro, please don’t. I need some fresh air.”
“No, I want to hear about these deliveries,” Ciro jeers back, barely containing his laughter.
