Page 124 of Alpha-Ex Wedding Ruse
One look at her and my cock was already straining, my wolf clawing at the edges, urging me to take her again. To claim what was ours.
I leaned in, pressing my lips to her temple. She let out a sleepy moan that went straight to my gut.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my lips drifting lower. “Did I wake you?”
She chuckled, her voice thick with sleep. “You know you did.”
The blanket became an unnecessary obstacle. I pulled it away and covered the soft peak of her right nipple without hesitation. Leila gasped, threading her fingers into my hair as a low moan escaped her lips.
I bit down lightly, sucking before rolling the sensitive bud between my teeth. My free hand teased her other nipple, circling it until her breath caught.
“Luca…” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried that edge I knew too well—half plea, half surrender.
I switched sides, giving her left breast the same attention while my hand slid lower, between her thighs.
To her already wet pussy. Dripping for me.
“Fuck, Leila,” I growled, the sound rumbling from deep in my chest.
But that moment was interrupted by the buzzing of my phone. Yet again. Fury slammed into me. I lifted my eyes to see the caller ID. Charles.
Pressing a finger to my lips, I commanded her silence as my other hand continued working her pussy, slow and deliberate. Then I answered without looking away from her. “Charles, I’ll fire your ass if this isn’t important.”
Her breath hitched when I slid two fingers deep into her. She clamped a hand over her mouth, but the sound of her slick wetness still filled the room. I was sure Charles heard, but he didn’t dare say anything.
“Board members just called an emergency meeting,” he said.
“What time?” I asked, curling my fingers inside her, drawing another muffled moan.
“Now.”
“Now?” I dragged the phone from my ear long enough to glance at the clock. Nine-twenty a.m.
Shit.
She was close—too close. I could feel her pussy walls tightening around my finger, her breath hitching.
“But before that,” Charles’s voice grated through the phone, “your father and Alpha Moreau are here.”
“Get me a suit. And that document from legal,” I said, my tone clipped. “I’ll be there in a moment.”
I ended the call and slowly withdrew my fingers from Leila’s pussy. She almost cried at the loss, her hips instinctively chasing the contact.
“Luca…” she whined, teetering on the edge I’d just denied her.
I smirked. “Now you have something to look forward to.”
She threw her head back with a groan while I pressed my lips to her neck, savoring her frustration.
“I’d love nothing more than to stay in bed with you all day,” I murmured against her skin, “but I’ve got some damage control to handle.”
When I pulled back, the look on her face made my jaw tighten—guilt, faint but unmistakable.
“Don’t, Leila,” I chided, my voice firm. “This was my decision. I knew there’d be repercussions. But don’t, for one second, think this is your fault. Understand?”
She nodded, though there was something in her eyes—something she was holding back.
“What, Leila?” I pressed.
