Page 6 of Rejected Wolf's Secret Baby (Rejected Moons 4)

“Yeah, well, times change,” I tell her. “I’m not eighteen years old anymore.”

She cocks her head. “Kayla did say you were different.”

“Did she, now?”

“Yeah. But I think she was trying to get me to hook up with you while I’m home.” She grins. “Kayla’s always trying to hook everyone up.”

It’s true. But to be honest, in this particular case, I wouldn’t be opposed. Alicia is just as hot as I remember her being. She’s older, of course—she has the ghost of laugh lines around her eyes, and the shape of her figure is fuller and curvier now. To tell the truth, I’m digging it.

I drain my beer. “I’ll tell you what,” I say “What would you say to walking me home?”

She raises her eyebrows. “To your house?”

I’m making my move, and I can tell she recognizes it. “Why not?” I say. “We haven’t seen each other in a while. We could catch up in a quieter, intimate space.”

She narrows her eyes at me. It’s very clear to both of us, I’m sure, that I’m not talking about conversation.

For a moment, I really think she’s going to tell me to go to hell, that she’s going to storm out of the bar, and that will be it. I almost regret asking her—but I had to take my shot.

And then she shrugs her shoulders and grins.

“Why the hell not?” she says. “It’s been a while.”

I get to my feet and lead Alicia out of the bar. The wolf in me is growling under the surface, and we can’t wait to taste her.

4

ALICIA

“Getonthebed,”Brandon barks.

“You’re not my alpha,” I say, mostly to see what he’ll do. The truth is that it’s intoxicating to have someone act like this with me—like he owns me, like he can do whatever he wants with me. I’ve been living as a human for far too long. I might have rejected this life and this man, but they do have their upsides.

Brandon grabs me by the waist, lifts me bodily into the air, and tosses me onto the bed like I’m nothing more than a piece of property. I laugh, and it comes out like a little squeal.

“What’s funny?” he demands.

“Nothing,” I breathe, in awe of him.

“Is that the problem? I wasn’t alpha enough for you?” He grins. For a moment, I think he’s mocking me, but then I realize he’s just amused at the idea that his manliness fell short in some way. He knows that’s not what it was. “Is that why you did what you did?”

He’s teasing me, but it’s a real question, too. He really doesn’t know why I left him.

I did what I did for so many reasons, all of them complicated and few of them having anything to do with Brandon. But now doesn’t seem like the time to rehash the past. Besides, I don’t want to. I don’t owe him an explanation.

So instead of answering his question, I reach up, grab him by the collar, and drag him down on top of me.

Fuck, even the weight of him feels different than my human lovers. None of them knew how to hold themselves. They were all knees and elbows poking into me, hands gripping me too tightly, grinding their cocks against the side of my hip where it did me absolutely no good.

Brandon falls between my legs as if drawn there magnetically and presses himself right up against my core. The heat seems to radiate outward as he rolls his hips against me.

“God, you’re wet,” he groans. “I can feel it through your pants. You’re a fucking mess. I’m not going to be able to let you walk home like this, you’ll attract every man within a mile radius.”

I shudder and wrap my legs around his waist. I have no interest in walking home. I want to stay here and see what Brandon has to offer tonight.

“Been a long time for you, I bet,” he said. “A long time since you’ve felt a wolf’s touch.”

He can’t possibly have any idea how right he is about that. If I’d known what human men were like, would I have left the pack?

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