In the Alpha’s Arms

Truth or Drink

Lita’s stomach took that quiet moment between them to roar to life.

“And that, would be the sound of a hungry wolf,” he mused, pulling back to kiss her forehead, “Come on, dinner’s on the stove already.

“Shouldn’t L… you know… clothes? Lita motioned to her still naked body, covered in only a blanket.

“I for one, am not going to complain,” his wide, predatory grin made her flush, “And it’s only us anyway. But if you insist, there are some pajamas in the closet.”

She did insist because there was no way she was sitting at a dining room table butt naked. Lita made a show of dropping her blanket and dressing in Cole’s baggy pi bottoms and a t–shirt. Then she brought him a pair of sweatpants as he pulled out some plates.

“What do you normally

ly wear under these? I didn’t see any underwear…”

“Nothing.” he huffed, rolling his eyes over her long enough to make her nipples appear through the shirt. He tugged on the pants with absolute delight. Then got back to the plates.

They settled down with their dinner, an assortment of fried food takeout that had Lita’s mouth watering, not at the dining room table as she thought but before the fireplace over a soft rug.

“You’re rich?” She asked at last, shoveling food into her mouth. His grunt was answer enough.

“Your fathers money, I take it?” She lowered her voice a bit, suddenly finding the rug incredibly interesting.

Another grunt, “Blood money if you ask me. But yea. My inheritance was sizeable, I used a lot of it to buy the industrial park and few pieces of land like this… I make regular donations to youth fighting gyms in low income neighborhoods every year too. I guess I always think if I use it for good, it might take some of the guilt away.”

What was that emotion in his eyes? She wondered if it was shame. Lita knew he hated his father, hated what he stood for, and yet he’d accepted the money, made a life with it. And perhaps that was a betrayal of some part of his self–worth. Did she feel that about her own money? No, she didn’t. She had earned that money in every single piece of herself she sacrificed for those years. And the amount she had, would never come close to enough to even that scale.

Cole surprised her, though, in every sense of the word. When she looked at him, she could see the question he held close to his heart, the one he likely never said aloud to anyone. Was he like his father? That doubt, that nagging insecurity said more about his character and strength than anything anyone could have told her. It’s not like she’d ever considered him to be some mindless brute regardless of how he’d tried to seem when they first met. But she hadn’t known exactly how hard he’d worked to create that life she’d stumbled into. And he’d risked it all for her. Let her in despite the fact that she could have brought ruin to his doorstep. She considered it for a moment, what Brody had said. You are the only thing he ever put ahead of the pack.

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Lita thought back to that first time she saw Cole. That hulking dark form standing in the doorway. His harsh gaze. The bite and heat of every glance, every word from those early days. But he’d let her join. He’d let her train. He’d taken that chance because she needed it and that was who he was. He would sacrifice himself for others because it was the right thing to do. And even at the words he’d said tonight, she found it difficult to remedy those two people. But she loved them both. The one who was gentle with her and the one who would tear down her enemies at the risk of dying himself. Even his own father. There were two of her as well, though she was still trying to figure out who that other half would be.

“You’re rich too, apparently, Brody told everybody he couldn’t even count the number of zeros, Cole snorted at the memory, cutting into the quiet thoughts Lita wore clearly on her sleeve. She was thinking of the danger he was putting himself in where she was concerned. It was true, between his father’s pack and her parents pack, they had a hell of a fight ahead. He prayed it wouldn’t be waged with blood but with words. He prayed there was reason to be had. The odds, though, leaned heavily away from their favor.

“Yea. Family inheritance… one I think my mother desperately hoped I’d never claim. Is that a common thing for wolves?”

“The upper class ones, Elitism at its finest, baby, keep the line strong.” His tone was grim. Lita knew elitism well, Elegant charity balls, social circles, dinner parties and private schools. Horrible, fake people with claws ready to strike at all times. But she had a terrible feeling that they were not talking about the same kind. She didn’t want to push him to explain more though, not yet.

They continued to eat in relative silence, enjoying the sound of the storm outside and the fake crackle of the fireplace. After they’d finished two plates of food and leaned onto their forearms, Lita carefully picked the conversation back up.

money? In what way?” Cole got up roughly, pulling a bottle of liquor and two shot glasses from the closet. He returned to the rug. It wasn’t like she wanted to make him uncomfortable but she didn’t know much

Truth or Drunk

wanted to know him, all of him, even the parts

let’s play a game,” he tentatively placed a glass in

a brow, grabbing her glass, “Like truth

your turn, you ask for a truth but the other person has the freedom to answer it

ask. Perhaps the liquor wasn’t just an out to avoid painful answer but to steel himself for asking

my father makes his money illegally. Always has. Trafficking, drugs, sex. He’s always taken advantage of people he deemed beneath him,” he swore, then swallowed down a shot as

“Okay, your turn then

his eyes, “How long have

highly of himself,” Lita glared, “First

day, huh?”

she rolled her eyes,

Not like a dark red.

You

you like pink?”

could barely hold her

studied his handsome face like it was the first time all over Dark, unkempt locks of hair hanging at his lips. He could easily sweep them back but she was always happy he didn’t. That slightly wild, roughened look made her hot all over especially when he groaned her

The one she liked to lick against with painfully slow strokes. The one that clenched whenever he first slid in, trying to bite back

drink instead of telling me your favorite color?” he mused, still watching the

his gaze dropped, how he knew exactly where her mind had gone. She’d never answered his question, “Do you have any siblings?” Shockingly, that question didn’t raise any painful panic in her. James

I did though. Ace was the closest thing I had to one growing up. Alex is like a brother to me now. James

Lita cocked

then he was

for the

Truth or Drink (cont’d)

and pull of space between them feeling like an erotic dance. He licked and bit at her soft lips, hands already pawing at the bit of midriff that opened to him as she tumbled back against the rug. “Fuck patience,” he

burning. Lith let him trail the curve of her chin with his mouth, “And what exactly did

skin, I nearly shifted at the sight of your bra.” He panted, licking the goosepimpled flesh of her shoulder once more, “Knowing you were there,

could barely control myself,” His growl vibrated through her bones, “And the fucking scent of you, the goddamn scent on your underwear…” His lips ran over her nipple, once, twice, the sensation like pleasure and pain at the same time as electricity sizzled through her spine. Lita’s skin was so sensitive, just the press of lip on the pebbled nubs sent liquid straight through her. She didn’t even notice his fingers fumbling under the lip of her pants,

force of the words she had to say, trying

surveyed the slickness on her thighs, the tension in her waist, the aching fullness of her chest. And if acting as a spell broken Lita’s words finally

bathroom door, “the waiting. The anticipation. The release is infinitely better… we’ve never done

were supposed to be playing. The game of patience. The game of chicken she inevitably started the second she ran naked through the forest. How long could they go before breaking? Not very long, if the heated events of the living room were anything to go on. It was a point for her. He broke first and she liked it, this new

once she’d tugged off her shirt, she gently pushed them apart to step into the glass enclosure of the shower. He stayed just on the other side of the glass, eyes darkened. Excitement thrummed through her as she made him watch. Lita washed herself slowly, savoring each scrub her bare skin. She spent exorbitant amounts of time

surface of

waist band of his pajama bottoms until he’d stepped clear of them, eyes scalding as he watched her study his bare body. Then he was in the shower as well, stepping closer into her space until he was also under the stream. Lita backed away, gulping for air until her spine hit the slippery tile of the wall This was the moment he was going to give

simply flashed her a knowing look and backed out of the water to begin his own torturous cleansing. And she was burning. Pure yearning and craving so deep it winded her as she observed the soap sliding doen each tight ridge of him. Her mouth watered. Her muscles clenched. Her heart was out of her chest. The scent of him, the look of those eyes seemed to tell her he knew exactly what she felt. She probably looked as half crazed as he did. Cale rinsed and reached out. Lita stilled, trembled in anticipation, as he closed the distance to her mouth. She couldn’t help it, her body just moved, crashing their lips together. But he only smirked, pulling back as he licked away her taste from his lower lip, and