In the Alpha’s Arms

…You Seek…

Lita decked into the guest room closet, pressing herself along the back wall. Though in an empty closet, there wasn’t much to hide her no matter where

she stood.

You can run love, but you can’t hide! When Cole’s voice boomed those words through the house, it nearly had Lita on her knees. The force and the roughened edge of it were intoxicating. It was taking everything in her to build up the tension when all she really wanted to do was go downstairs and Jump him at the front door.

She sucked in a shaky breath. Elise was right, she hadn’t been sending the right signals. It wasn’t like she was trying to pash Cole away, but there was too much shit making a mess in her head. She just wanted him to take charge when all he probably wanted was for her to tell him what she wanted. He wanted whatever she wanted. Lita almost laughed at the irony.

Cole had been searching for ten minutes nove. She heard him upstairs in their bedroom for a while before he went back down the kitchen. She heard doces opening and closing softly. Her heart raced wildly in her chest as Cole’s footsteps sounded on the stairs again. The mix of stomps and soft slips left her breathless as she tried to predict where he would stop.

Glee shot through her when she heard hit footfalls stop on the third–floor landing. Then there was a long pause with no sound at all. Her ears strained to catch the smallest shift but even with Nyx’s help, her pulse thundered too loud for her to hear anything. He was somewhere on this floor…

The thrill of playing hide and seek in the dark had her body more sensitive than usual, nipples tightering under her short corset. Cool air tickled against her

bare mid section. And her thighs shivered under lacey boyshorts that were a size too small, most of her hanging out. What good was being caught if it didn’t yield the proper result? Lita bit her lip.

Elise suggested that they practice a trust exercise. And for Lita this was trust. They had perfect night vision outdoors with all the ambient light around but inside, in the pitch black, they would both struggle. They would both have to trust their instincts and one another. But she was planning to take it a step farther. She would push the bounds of her comfort zone because it was a barricade she needed to break

Her breathing froze as the floorboards creaked in the guest room. Her body went hot and cold all over, flushing and shivering with anticipation. Forcing a choked breath, Lita pressed her palms flat to the wall, scooting as far into the comer as possible. She’d left the door slightly ajar, just like she’d found it. And in the dark of the room, she didn’t think he’d be able to catch sight of her even if he opened the door all the way.

Her scent would be trickier. She’d spent the hour before he came home rubbing herself against walls and doors. Touching blankets and clothes, all in an effort to confuse his sense of smell. But with her blood pumping and the sweat breaking out on her neck, she knew her pheromones were elevated. As long as he didn’t come into the closet she’d probably be fine.

Which he did at that exact moment, removing all doubts of whether she wanted him to find her or not. Her body might have combusted from the scent of him alone. All male. All mate. With a barely–there wisp of sweat. That had her hands stiffening until they ached. She always loved the smell of him after a run. Trees and earth. In his wolf form he never sweat so once he shifted, all that remained was a whisper of male musk. She could bathe in that smell–all warmth and pheromones.

A deep, rattling huff escaped his lips. Any second now, he’d scent her. She tightened herself. Her legs tingling, core twisting in silent torture. She could feel the heat of his body from the comer. Already the small space felt 10 degrees warmer. Faintly, she could see the outline of his shoulders. Lita could hear his fingers sweep the walls. One step. Then another. Her heart was threatening to pull out of her chest. A sharp inhale from his shadowed form had her core turning molten, her breasts heavy and tender.

Cole only knew how much therapy would improve their sex life, he would probably go to see

made a low sound in his chest and continued to feel his way around. The sound of his calloused

flash, Cole had swept back in, clumsily pinning her body with his own. He fumbled to find her wrists, clamping them to the wall with a firm grip. Her back pinched into

voice was gravel, roughing over her skin in a delicious way. Warm breath against too–sensitive skin felt almost painful. The tip of his tongue touched the bottom of her jaw, “Your scent is too

Alpha blood to pay off.” Cole slid a knee between her thighs, applying enough downward pressure on her wrists that she

he smirked against her cheek, rolling his stubble in a way that sent shivers down her spine. Muzzling might have been one of her favorite

only been a wolf for a few months,” she released a strained breath, “What’s your excuse for

Nipping the skin of

to her collar, Cole ignored her spark and whispered. “And what exactly was my lama waiting for wouldnt be doing my job if

but eos, as a full–blooded Alpha welt, she craved it. The way their sents mixed and dained one another. If the whole pack wasn’t already aware of their stabas, his went was always a

matter if her eyes were open or closed, the sensation was a hundred times more satisfying. Warm

bet grinding on his knee, eager to be

back and forth over the lace. He plucked at it with his teeth, letting it

be the perfect time for the light

Lita pushed herself forward enough to feel the right outline on her thigh. His pleased numble made all the

cores to line up. His grip on her wrists lessened,

circling the raised

opening slightly to give her a soft, deep kiss on the lips. “Because I’ve won this little game of yours. Now I’m wondering if you had something else in mind.” He ran his hands over her bare checks, where the Lacy underwear had ridden up. Legs trembling. Lita couldn’t

ducked forward

avoided her. Her small

through him.

sweetheart, you need to use your words this time. I don’t enjoy guessing games. Cole paused. A tremor v you want so I dont do the wrong

words hit her hand, smacking all the doubts away. It cooled her lust enough for her to think straight. He sounded so vulnerable. Like he wasnt sure if the moment would shatter. That chink in his armor hurt. Cole had probably been thinking the worst this whole time. That she was upset with him

around his neck, pulling them so close their noses were touching. It was a miracle

want you to make me yours,” she insisted, leaning forward to bite his shoulder enough to sting. She could feel the vibration of Cole’s surprised Laughter and the way he grew impossibly stiff