Alpha Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #2 (Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romance) by J.K. Harper Page B
Authors: J.K. Harper
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honorable intentions—well, almost
honorable, considering he wanted to haul her inside, flip up that little skirt
of hers, and fling her sweet ass onto his bed—convincing other wolves to follow
him seemed to be getting farther out of his grasp as well.
His wolf's ears lowered at Rafe's dark thoughts.
“What do you want, Sara? He let the words ride the breeze
and swirl around them both. She bit her upper lip as she regarded him. The cogs
in her mind seemed to spin as he watched her. Finally breaking his glance, she
stared with intent at the not yet blooming lilac bush that crowded against his
deck railing. Reaching out to break off a piece, she worried it somewhat
savagely between her fingers.
Quietly, he waited, despite it being hard to maintain his
impassive face when he wanted to step forward and kiss the hell out of her.
Finally, she flicked her gaze back to his and spoke. A bit
more fire rippled through her voice this time, but the bounce and sparkle he
associated with Sara was still not quite there.
“What makes me angry is that you weren't open with me.
Look.” She sighed. “Yes, I like you a lot, okay?”
The rosy flush he enjoyed so much creeped through her face
as she said that. Rafe felt a gleam of hope he hadn't completely ruined every
chance with her.
“But I have to ask.” She paused before rushing out, “Did you
seduce me like that in the hot springs just because you need me to help you
with a new pack? Was that what you were looking for?”
His wolf reared back in distress at Sara's naked worry.
“What? No!”
Rafe stared at her and wondered how he'd gone from making
this sexy little vixen come on command to having her think he was some sort of
cruel puppet master.
Sara let his yell ring through her ears.
Just asking him that made her feel a bit like a whiny,
petulant child. Awesome. One sexy wolf she liked a little too much, and she
might turn into a pathetically needy girlfriend. Not that she was his
girlfriend. Although she could be his mate. Maybe.
Her wolf turned in anxious circles, just like Sara's mind.
An image of running and leaping filled her head, and she felt the small wolfish
push that always meant she was getting too tripped up by her own thoughts.
Okay. Time to rephrase. Somehow she'd have to stumble her
way through it.
Opening her mouth, she just let out whatever words would come.
“I'm not that girl, Rafe,” she said softly. “I told you commitment isn't my
style. And I want to prove myself on my own terms. And....”
He waited. She noticed he'd crossed his arms over his chest.
Which was a shame because it really was a nice, broad, well-defined masculine
chest. Which led down to a sculpted waist. Which led to...strong legs, which
were spread a bit apart to root his stance to the ground. Muscular thighs
filled out the jeans, leading up to the spot between his legs where she knew temptation
hung thick and beautiful. Unfortunately, temptation remained hidden behind
denim.
Swallowing, she looked back at his face. Now an eyebrow was
cocked. She hurried on.
“Rafe, I can't just be something for you to use, to—”
“That is not at all—”
“This would have to involve both of us.” She let her voice
pitch over his. He subsided and gestured for her to go on with a sharp
inclination of his golden head. “You didn't even think to ask me.”
“Because I knew you would bolt.”
She twisted her lips. Right. He did know her.
“This is my pack, Rafe. I thought it was yours, too. I
thought you would be the alpha here someday.”
Her wolf rubbed her coat along the edges of Sara's mind in
encouragement and understanding. She tried again, attempting to not sound quite
so needy.
“You asked what I want. This is what I want.” She waved her
arms around them to include the pack den, the expanse of distant mountains,
brilliant blue sky, a hawk crying in the distance, the two of them. “This is
home, and this is where I'm supposed to be, and this is where and
honorable, considering he wanted to haul her inside, flip up that little skirt
of hers, and fling her sweet ass onto his bed—convincing other wolves to follow
him seemed to be getting farther out of his grasp as well.
His wolf's ears lowered at Rafe's dark thoughts.
“What do you want, Sara? He let the words ride the breeze
and swirl around them both. She bit her upper lip as she regarded him. The cogs
in her mind seemed to spin as he watched her. Finally breaking his glance, she
stared with intent at the not yet blooming lilac bush that crowded against his
deck railing. Reaching out to break off a piece, she worried it somewhat
savagely between her fingers.
Quietly, he waited, despite it being hard to maintain his
impassive face when he wanted to step forward and kiss the hell out of her.
Finally, she flicked her gaze back to his and spoke. A bit
more fire rippled through her voice this time, but the bounce and sparkle he
associated with Sara was still not quite there.
“What makes me angry is that you weren't open with me.
Look.” She sighed. “Yes, I like you a lot, okay?”
The rosy flush he enjoyed so much creeped through her face
as she said that. Rafe felt a gleam of hope he hadn't completely ruined every
chance with her.
“But I have to ask.” She paused before rushing out, “Did you
seduce me like that in the hot springs just because you need me to help you
with a new pack? Was that what you were looking for?”
His wolf reared back in distress at Sara's naked worry.
“What? No!”
Rafe stared at her and wondered how he'd gone from making
this sexy little vixen come on command to having her think he was some sort of
cruel puppet master.
Sara let his yell ring through her ears.
Just asking him that made her feel a bit like a whiny,
petulant child. Awesome. One sexy wolf she liked a little too much, and she
might turn into a pathetically needy girlfriend. Not that she was his
girlfriend. Although she could be his mate. Maybe.
Her wolf turned in anxious circles, just like Sara's mind.
An image of running and leaping filled her head, and she felt the small wolfish
push that always meant she was getting too tripped up by her own thoughts.
Okay. Time to rephrase. Somehow she'd have to stumble her
way through it.
Opening her mouth, she just let out whatever words would come.
“I'm not that girl, Rafe,” she said softly. “I told you commitment isn't my
style. And I want to prove myself on my own terms. And....”
He waited. She noticed he'd crossed his arms over his chest.
Which was a shame because it really was a nice, broad, well-defined masculine
chest. Which led down to a sculpted waist. Which led to...strong legs, which
were spread a bit apart to root his stance to the ground. Muscular thighs
filled out the jeans, leading up to the spot between his legs where she knew temptation
hung thick and beautiful. Unfortunately, temptation remained hidden behind
denim.
Swallowing, she looked back at his face. Now an eyebrow was
cocked. She hurried on.
“Rafe, I can't just be something for you to use, to—”
“That is not at all—”
“This would have to involve both of us.” She let her voice
pitch over his. He subsided and gestured for her to go on with a sharp
inclination of his golden head. “You didn't even think to ask me.”
“Because I knew you would bolt.”
She twisted her lips. Right. He did know her.
“This is my pack, Rafe. I thought it was yours, too. I
thought you would be the alpha here someday.”
Her wolf rubbed her coat along the edges of Sara's mind in
encouragement and understanding. She tried again, attempting to not sound quite
so needy.
“You asked what I want. This is what I want.” She waved her
arms around them to include the pack den, the expanse of distant mountains,
brilliant blue sky, a hawk crying in the distance, the two of them. “This is
home, and this is where I'm supposed to be, and this is where and
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