Page 35 of Wolf King


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“I’m going to ask you a series of questions,” I say, “and I want you to answer honestly. Can you do that for me, Willow?”

“I’ll try,” she murmurs, her breath coming faster than it was before. But whether it’s because of nerves or the electricity humming between us, I can’t say.

That’s another thing about Pathfinders, they’re alleged to be absolutely irresistible in bed.

Not that I’ll ever find out.

Because I’m not going to sleep with Willow, no matter how much the smell of her getting turned on as I rub gentle fingers into her tight muscles drives me wild.

“First, open your eyes.” I wait until she looks up, meeting my gaze as I lean forward over the back of the chair.

Her lips quirk. “You look different upside down. Is this part of your plan to make me so nervous I’ll do anything you tell me to do?”

“You should do anything I tell you to do regardless,” I remind her, but it’s hard to sound intimidating when I’m getting hard for her. Just from looking into her damned eyes. “First question. In your ideal future, where do you see yourself fitting into our pack?”

Her expression sobers. “Well, like I said, I have my master’s in chemistry, and I’m good at what I do. I think I could be useful to—”

“No,” I cut in. “I don’t mean your profession. I mean, do you see yourself as an Omega, fulfilled by selfless service, as a Beta facilitator of your pack leader’s vision, or as an Alpha, helping to lead and protect the people?”

She hesitates a beat, and I remind her, “The truth. Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear, tell me what you truly believe. You won’t be punished for that. I give you permission to speak freely.”

She pulls in a breath and lets it out slowly. “I know this isn’t a trick question, but I’ve never…”

I hold her gaze, hopefully making it clear partial answers aren’t an option.

“I’ve never said it out loud,” she adds in a rush. “To anyone. Even myself. Until this exact minute it’s only been in my head, but…” She takes another breath, bites her lip, and then says, “I’m an Alpha, Maxim, not a Beta. I’ve suspected that for a while, but now, I’m sure of it. I know I’m not the typical big, badass defender type, but…that’s what feels true.”

I nod, keeping my expression carefully neutral as her eyes begin to glow gold around the pupil again.

Hypothesis tested.

Results conclusive.

And illuminating in their own right.

“Not all Alphas are big and badass on the outside,” I say softly. “Some are big and badass on the inside.”

Hope mixes with the light in her eyes, making them look even more beautiful. “Yeah?” Her lips quirk. “You think I’m an inner badass?”

“I don’t know you well enough to say for certain, but my instinct is…yes. It takes bravery to run from everything you’ve ever known and jump off a bridge in the middle of the night.” I arch a brow. “And, for a Beta, you spend an awful lot of time shooting challenging looks my way.”

“Does that bother you?” she asks, nibbling on her lip again.

“Not as much as that.” I reach down, gently urging her lip free from her teeth before smoothing the pad of my thumb across the warm skin.

My swollen cock grows even fatter, thicker in response, further tenting my thin robe and making me grateful for the chair in front of my hips.

No need for Willow to know how much I want to bend her over the couch cushions and take her from behind, how much I want to drag my teeth over her neck, her shoulders, and to feel her pussy gripping me tight as she comes for her Alpha, the only one strong enough to top her.

How much I want it to be my seed inside her instead of Pax’s.

I’ve never thought much about children, never felt the urge to breed a woman—any woman—but this little wolf does things to me. If the stars hadn’t given her to Pax, I would wonder if maybe, just maybe…she was meant to be mine.

“Stop biting my lip,” she whispers, her mouth moving against my skin. “I’ll work on that.”

“Good.” I brush my thumb back across the sweet fullness again, longing to push between her lips, to feel her suck on the digit the way I want her to suck on something else.

An image of Willow on her knees, begging for me to fuck her mouth, flashes on my mental screen and a wave of desire courses through me.

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