Bound to the Alpha: Part Two by Viola Rivard Page A

Her hand instinctively moved to cover her breasts as she turned, giving him what she hoped was a smile, though her face wasn’t really cooperating.
    Cain was wearing only his jeans, and she predicted that he probably looked a thousand times better than she did. He resonated with a vibrant energy, the space around him charged by his presence. Just seeing his large, powerful form invigorated her, and his strong muscles did something else entirely to her.
    “Sarah.”
    She hadn’t realized that she was gaping at him until he said her name. Her eyes widened, and she looked up to meet his gaze. It was hard to tell without her glasses, but she thought she registered a flicker of uncertainty in his golden orbs. Before she had time to contemplate it, Cain cleared the distance between them. He pulled her arms away from her chest, holding them out to the side as if in reprimand.
    “Never hide your body from me,” he said, his stern tone softened by his gentle face.
    She wanted to point out that ‘never’ implied that there was something long-term between them, but she couldn’t bring herself to broach the subject. What they had done had been mind-blowing, but beyond the sex, or mating, or whatever she was calling it, they were still headed down two entirely different paths. He was an alpha wolf who had to return to his pack, and she was…
    Her train of thought veered off-course as Cain looped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his body. As she let him hold her, Sarah wondered if maybe she had died in that car accident after all. Maybe she’d died and gone to heaven—her own personal heaven, where an incredibly gorgeous man would not only look twice at her, but would actually seem genuinely attracted to her for some bizarre reason.
    She wasn’t necessarily insecure. With guys that were like her, myopic and a little on the heavy side, she felt like a beauty queen. Unfortunately, she always seemed to fall for men who looked like they had just stepped down from a cloud to walk amongst mortals for amusement. But every man she’d ever been attracted to paled in comparison to Cain. She knew, with a certain degree of sadness, that he’d set an impossible standard for any human man she tried to have a relationship with in the future.
    Cain’s big hands came up to massage her shoulder blades, making her go lax in his hold. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
    “Sore.” Moving of its own accord, her hand came up to his chest, one errant finger tracing the flat plane around his nipple. It stiffened under her touch.
    “If you keep doing that, we’re never leaving this place,” he warned.
    She propped her chin on his chest, looking up at him. “How long have we been here?”
    Sarah had expected things to be awkward between them, but if anything they seemed to be more comfortable than ever together, which made things all the more complicated. It would have been so much easier if he’d given her the cold shoulder. Sure, it would have hurt, but it was a type of hurt that she was familiar with. But this—holding her, massaging her, asking her how she was feeling, either he really did care about her or he was a sadist the likes of which she’d never encountered before.
    “I have no idea,” he said, giving her a sheepish grin. “Several days.”
    “That…” She trailed off, looking away as she considered how to phrase her next words. “Is that normal for werewolves?”
    When she glanced back at him, his jaw had tightened. “It can be.”
    She took a step back, and he loosened his grip. “I’m sorry. I really don’t know what came over me. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
    That was an understatement. The first time they’d had sex was technically the third time she’d ever had sex. In her opinion, it was the second, because her comically terrible first time had lasted all of two minutes, which she’d decided couldn’t possibly count. But frankly, she would sooner throw herself back into the