Page 58 of Isla

“We can make it work,” I said, holding her tight. “We’ve waited too long to not make it work.”

“I’ve found a pack,” she mumbled. Her voice was so quiet I could hardly hear her.

“You haven’t found a pack. You found your pack.”

She nodded lightly.

“Can I hang up now? Do you believe me?” I asked.

She chewed on her lip. There was so much going through her head. I needed to get her inside of her suite. Finally, she nodded.

“I’ll speak to you later,” I said, hanging up on Harrison and Finn.

“Now be a good girl and open the door so I can prove it to you.”

“Oh, no. I’m wearing a white mask.”

“And you can keep your mask on, though I would prefer to look at your beautiful face.”

"Smooth, but it's staying," she said and smiled.

The door shut to her suite, and I didn't wait. Quickly my lips returned to hers, gently coaxing as I licked along her bottom lip, tasting her sweet fruity essence. My fingers finding her hair, pushing it away from her face, before trailing my lips down to the column of her throat and sucking at the flesh there. My teeth nipping at her skin, tiny snips as I imagined my teeth fully claiming her.

But I wasn’t an alpha that would take without her permission. I would wait for the day she presented her neck to me.

Her fingers dug into my back as she emitted little moans, my tongue taking over the nips with languid licks along her skin before I picked her up in my arms and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I walked to her bedroom.

“What colour mask are you wearing?” I whispered, laying her down on the bed. She was like a goddess as she smiled at me.

“I think it’s still white,” she said, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth and smiling.

“White it is.”

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and once I removed it, I placed it on the back of a chair, then the rest of my clothes until I was standing in only my boxers.

“You’re awfully undressed for a kissing session,” she said, raising her eyebrows.

“Then let me help you get ready for the kissing session,” I said, and winked.

I crawled to her from the bottom of the bed, pushing her legs open wide, lowering my head until my mouth met her knee and I dotted tiny kisses on her skin.

She shivered under my tongue as I kissed and licked along her thighs and as I moved back to her knee; she sighed, which made me smile.

"Still white," she said, unconvincingly.

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