Page 47 of Hunting the Alpha

ChapterEighteen

DONOVAN

Not wanting Savannah to get dressed, even if her panties were in scraps on the floor, I found her one of my shirts to wear. The sight of her in it almost set me off again, seeing her standing in my home, her waves of dark hair falling over her shoulders.Wearing my fucking shirt.

She followed me into my kitchen, and I asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Ravenous.”

Smug, my lips curved at her, hungry for more than just food. My wolf inside bounced around with glee at the sight of it. I planned on doing everything with her.Everything.

“I’ll throw a couple of steaks on the grill. Steaks okay with you?”

“Sounds good,” she shrugged. “Can I help with anything?”

“Do you like salad?”

“Depends on how you throw it together. Junk food is my downfall.”

“Then how about you prep the steak and I’ll throw the salad together? No wonder you looked like you were making love to the food at Il Bel Lupos. Junk food is called that for a reason.”

“Yeah. You can say that when you have a kitchen like this.” She stroked the black marble countertops. “It’s lovely.”

I preened beneath her praise. “I’ve also got some fries somewhere. Fire up the grill.”

“I’ll give it a shot. How do you like your steak?”

“Medium rare. You?”

“Pink. No blood.”

“You haven’t lived.”

She laughed. “Oh, I’ve lived. And I’ll have my steak as I like, Vlad.”

“Vlad?”

“Yep. Mr. Medium rare.”

“Be thankful I don’t have it blue.” My wolf loved it almost raw. “I’ve indulged in the past.”

She fake-gagged. “Gross. But you like what you like.”

“Yes, I do.”

I slapped her ass and got on with prepping the salad.

Once it was all cooked and laid out, we sat down at my rustic dining table to eat. “How’s it taste?” I asked once she’d dug in.

“Yum,” she replied. “Seriously, so good.”

“There’s more if you want it.” I took a swig of my beer.

“This is more than enough.”

Damn, I love watching her eat.Her tongue flicked out, wiping away the sauce, and my cock twitched. Eager for her to finish and get the conversation out the way, she’d barely eaten the last piece when I ordered, “Let’s grab a blanket and finish our beers on the deck.”

She nodded, not eager to face the oncoming discussion.

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