Page 9 of The Alpha's Son

Her nipples felt so tight and her pussy was slick with arousal. She felt on fire with a need, and even her wolf—her normally passive wolf—was once again pacing, making her demands known, which was insane, considering she was not supposed to be feeling or thinking anything.

Food.

Focus.

Joe needed feeding.

There was a slice of steak she had gotten for herself and some mushrooms as well. She started to grab the steak, peppers, mushrooms, and some spicy cheese. She didn’t have a lot of food available as she hadn’t gone shopping yet, but there was plenty to make some hearty sandwiches.

Turning around, she saw Joe had stepped into her kitchen, and even thought it wasn’t a big space, with him in the room, it suddenly felt so tiny.

“Steak sandwiches?”

“Sounds delicious.”

You can do this with him watching.

She got to work on slicing the meat thinly, and marinated it with some garlic, black pepper, and a touch of oil.

Joe didn’t talk, just stood by, watching her.

At first, she was nervous, but then the wolf that kept pacing inside her seemed to calm down. Joe was close, and that seemed to settle her down.

She fried the steak, the mushrooms, peppers, and onions, adding more garlic, black pepper, and Worcestershire sauce. When she was ready to build the sandwiches, she added everything onto the bread, including slices of spicy cheese, and cut them in half, serving them both some healthy portions.

They didn’t leave the kitchen, and she waited to see how Joe liked it, watching him take a bite of the sandwich. He let out a moan and winked at her.

Success.

Chapter Three

The following night, Joe arrived back at Darcy’s house. He enjoyed their food the previous night, sat with her, watched a movie, and before it got too late, he kissed her again, and went home.

He didn’t want to go home. His wolf was upset that he left her alone, but he had no choice. His parents asked him if he had a nice evening. He told them he had, took a long shower, and slept, dreaming about his mate.

Today, he had spent all day with his pop, helping around the pack, running errands, doing all the jobs he remembered doing as a kid, and feeling exactly the same as he did back then. He wasn’t learning anything. He was just doing errands, filling in for his dad, dropping off food, helping in the yard. The same old routine. And still, he wasn’t any wiser.

He’d only been back for a couple of days, and he felt like a damn loser. The only part of his day he looked forward to was seeing Darcy. He made excuses to his parents about eating out.

Darcy opened the door and today she was dressed in a skirt that molded to her body and a thin crop top. It was a little warm out today. She looked sexy to him. The shirt cupped her tits and seemed to push them up, and the sight of them made him ache. Would it be so wrong to press his face against those tits?

Last night in the shower, he’d wrapped his fingers around his cock and thought about all the things he wanted to do to this woman. How he wanted to strip her naked and spread her open, kissing every inch of her body. He wanted to open those thighs and spend hours licking that sweet pussy.

“You came back,” she said.

This made him chuckle. “You’re surprised?”

“Ugh, yeah, weren’t you bored last night?”

He stepped over the threshold, like last night, grabbed the door, and closed it. The moment they were alone, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. He wanted to kiss those lips, but first he pressed his face against her neck and breathed her in, basking in the scent of her. She smelled so good. He knew one taste was not going to be enough.

Once he had breathed her in, he sunk his fingers into her long, brown hair, staring into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” Taking possession of her lips, he kissed her the way he’d fantasized last night.

Tracing her lips, he slid inside and heard her slight intake of breath, and then felt her tongue against his, deepening the kiss. He also loved her hands on him. This time, she placed her hands on his waist and then slowly began to travel up his body, going around his neck.

He felt her tits against his chest. His cock thickened, and he couldn’t resist pressing her up against the wall as he deepened the kiss.

There was a ding, and this time Darcy pulled away. “I’ve got a pot roast in the oven. It’s ready.”

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