“I am alpha,” I whisper to myself, trying to regain control. “I endure.”
I don’t trust myself to look at her as I grab my clothes and quickly put them on.
This will be the longest three weeks of my life.
I will wait.
Imustwait.
And when Lunaris Vinculum finally arrives, I will have this exquisite female howling louder than my wolf.
Chapter Nine
Morwen
“Can I sit on the king’sbig,hardthrone?” I ask all flirty as I run my hand up and down the chair’s wooden back.
Alaric swallows hard as he watches me from the bottom of the dais with those dark, sensual eyes. We’re in the vast throne room where we first saw each other. It’s after dark and we’re all alone. The doors are locked. I checked.
It’s been fifteen days since I first stepped into the kingdom and with every single one, the torture of having to wait for that damn Lunaris Vinculum to arrive increases. My body is on fire. I can’t handle it. Ineedthis man. It’s all I can think about.
“That throne is meant for the king only,” he says, trying to hide the wanton need in his voice. “And you’re not the queen yet. Not until I mark you.”
These uptight wolves and all their damn rules… Why must they insist on torturing themselves?
Still, it’s kind of fun to tease him. I know I’m feeling it bad, but it’s even worse for him. I see that long hard cock running along the inside of his pants. I can see the hunger in his eyes. If that moon was full, he’d ravish me on the spot.
He’s keeping his distance from me as usual, like he doesn’t quite trust himself.
“What are you going to do if I disobey?” I ask, sauntering around the throne, swaying my hips, and dipping down until my ass is hovering over the seat. “Are you going topunishme?”
He lets out a low ravenous growl. “Of all the many,manythings I want to do to you, punishing you is not one of them.”
“That’s too bad,” I say as I let my ass touch the hard wood. “It sounds kind of fun.”
His spine is as straight as an arrow while he keeps his hands locked behind his back. He’s trying to stay proper. He’s putting on his whole untouchable king routine.
But that hungry, heated look in his gray eyes… It betrays him.
I can tell it’s taking him everything he has to stay rooted to the spot. His breaths are coming out short and violent as he holds back his voracious lust.
I know what he really wants.
Me.
It’s been the best twelve days of my life. I’ve spent every moment with Alaric or his wolf. We’ve visited villages and I’ve met all these wonderful shifters. They’ve been so accepting and happy to see me.
Ever since their king’s wolf has returned, there’s been an excitement in the air. The whole kingdom has erupted with an exuberant, hopeful energy.
“Tell me again why we must wait until the full moon,” I say as I lift my leg onto the armrest, letting my dress slide down my thigh.
He stiffens and holds his breath when he sees my soft flesh exposed.
All we’ve done is kiss. We kiss and kiss and kiss until he’s able to pull together a second of restraint, then he yanks himself away, whispers his sexy phrase, “I am alpha. I endure,” and then he flees, leaving me wet and horny and ready to explode.
Maybe it’s from twelve days and nights of this torture, or maybe it’s the wine I had at dinner, but I’m not about to let him off that easily tonight.
“It’s the law of the land,” he says.
