Page 129 of Wrath of a King


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I expected to feel her fingers brushing my skin, but I wasn’t prepared for the light tugs on the stray hairs that clung to my neck. She touched me with a kind of stoic patience I hadn’t expected in my wildest imagination, moving aside each strand of hair one by one, gently tugging my scalp in the process.

My eyes closed as I savored the hypnotic rhythm, feeling the hush of her breath against my bare skin. With each caress, I felt my body tighten, an achy warmth rushing south.

It was pointless to fight the trembles, and I let it take over, shoulders quaking with each gentle movement of her fingers.

A sharp gasp left my lips as the rough pad of her thumb swiped across the sensitized skin, and I wondered what she would do if I requested she move her touch a little to the right to attend to the gland that pulsed and throbbed in anticipation.

I mourned the loss of that small contact when she pulled away to wrap the string around my neck, letting the amulet fall neatly between my collarbones.

The stone was warm, and my fingers rose to it longingly, knowing it had leached the Chief’s body heat.

“It is secure.”

Yet her fingers didn’t leave my skin, wandering almost idly down the length of my neck, caressing the softness that yielded to the rough rasp of her grip.

Her hands were unlike any other—roughened and raw and calloused, attesting to a life of struggle and labor. I wanted to know how she’d received each wound, each scar. I needed to understand the story behind Azura—the woman, the Alpha, the Sire. Not the seemingly impenetrable facade of the Chieftain of Clovend.

I wanted to know her truth and wrap myself around her core. Unveil her secrets, good and bad.

Her scent told me everything I needed to know about our physical compatibility, but whowasshe under all those scars?

Not for the first time, I wished I was Janae, with her uncanny ability to read her lovers like they were pages of a book. Just one look and the omega would know exactly what was on her Alpha’s mind.

The fact that these were fictional characters was only of secondary importance. I still longed for Janae’s qualities just the same. Confidence, sensuality, allure…

Every bone in my body protested when the Chief pulled away with aching slowness. Careless words bubbled up my throat, coarse with shivering desire.

“You’re supposed to kiss me now.”

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