34. Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

Lana

T he tension I felt in the dark corridor is nothing compared to the way it feels to be stuck in my small bedroom with a tall, blond Alpha who’s kind of an asshole. It really doesn’t help that he’s also one of the only men who can make my heart skip a beat with one look.

There must be some reason for my attraction to him and his pack.

I’ve never been this consumed by desire before, with one single exception that I absolutely cannot think about right now and will not think about until she’s in front of me again, and I’m faced with the most insane decision I’ve ever had to make.

I can understand the way I feel about Ezra.

He’s so kind and caring.

I don’t know anyone else who would have sent dinner like that.

He was probably thinking about his mate, but it felt really good to be included.

Shadow’s easy to get along with, sweet and friendly, and that perfume … I’ve never experienced anything like it.

And Pete … He’s a bit blunt and kind of arrogant, sure, but he’s also fiercely protective and I like that he isn’t afraid to speak his mind.

So far, all Owen has done is annoy me.

I’m not convinced that’s going to change.

All the same, if I got the chance, I would definitely take it.

I don’t know what that says about me, besides that I haven’t been laid in much too long.

I seriously could have used five minutes alone in my office with my hand inside my underwear.

The lusty feelings I’ve simmered in for most of the afternoon aren’t going away on their own.

I bite on my lip as I think about making myself come in the bathroom while he’s out here standing around looking all moody and model-esque.

Moving to the dresser, I think about my regular routine. I step out of my heels. I know I can’t change in the bedroom like usual, so I pick up my nightshirt next and I head into the bathroom with it.

Owen glances my way, but he doesn’t try to stop me.

I lock the door and breathe out a sigh of relief.

Alone, for the first time in hours, all I can think about is the insistent throbbing of my clit inside my panties. I’ve been wet all day, just enough to feel it, and my whole body is desperate for the release of a good climax.

It’s been a while since I gave myself one of those without the aid of a buzzy little sex toy, but the sensation I feel as my fingers glide over my skin is more than enough to make me moan.

I hesitate for a moment, holding my breath and trying harder to be quiet.

If Owen heard me, he doesn’t rush to the door to see what’s going on.

I rest my head back against the wall as I rub my clit until my breath quickens and my back arches, everything in me leaning deeper into my touch until I come in my panties.

I drop my nightshirt, clamping my free hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.

My fingers dip forward, curling into my clenching pussy as I soak through my underwear.

When it’s over, and my heart slows back down, I feel a little lightheaded.

I’m way more relaxed as I take off my clothes and change into the white nightshirt.

Taking off my underwear feels like a bad idea when I’m about to get into bed opposite an Alpha I’m crazy attracted to, but I also can’t stand the guy, so I’ll probably be fine.

I ditch all my worn clothes in the bathroom hamper.

The cleaning staff already emptied out yesterday’s items, so they’ll probably be dropped back off tomorrow, clean and dry and ready to be worn again.

I take my time brushing my teeth and removing my makeup.

It’s weird knowing a stranger’s about to see me with a naked face, almost weirder than knowing I’m about to go out there with no underwear in a white shirt.

There’s no way I’m getting any sleep tonight.

This whole situation is totally insane.

I leave the bathroom, and I can see Owen hasn’t moved a muscle.

He’s still leaning against the wall in front of the door, a bored expression on his pretty face.

Oh, he is so giving off bratty super model vibes.

If I took a side profile picture of him right now, I could easily post it on social media, and it would become a viral post that gets a million likes.

He’s a mood. And it is sultry.

He glances at me, his gaze widening for a second.

I don’t know if he’s noticing the makeup’s gone, or my clothing change, but if I had to make a bet, it’s probably the scandalously short shirt. It barely covers my pussy in the front, and he’ll definitely get a flash of my ass if I’m not careful about how I get into bed.

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something, when I remember.

We’re trying to be quiet so whoever it is that’s trying to hurt me thinks I’m alone.

It feels like a stupid charade to me, but I’m not a security guard, so I’ll play along.

I have my phone in my hand, so I open notes and write one.

I step closer and hold my phone up for him to read.

I don’t want you in here with me.

It’s clear, it’s concise, and it isn’t a question.

He rolls his eyes at me, and takes off his jacket, dropping it on the floor by his side.

Ugh. Such a typical Alpha-hole move.

He looks me dead in the eyes, and then uses his right hand to make a gesture I haven’t seen in a while. It’s American Sign Language. I learned it a while back so I could speak to a deaf neighbor.

I’m too stunned to take in what he said, so I put the phone down and sign, asking him to please repeat himself.

Now, he’s the one who looks shocked.

He pulls a face before he makes the sign again.

Too bad.

I raise an eyebrow, and he sighs softly, before he signs to apologize.

I’m sorry.

I don’t respond, because it’s not what I expect, and honestly, I’m even more shocked that he’s apologizing than I was when I realized he knew ASL.

He goes on, slowly, eyes watching me as I interpret what he’s signing.

I don’t like this city. My parents …

He trails off, shrugging.

I guess he’s out of words, or he doesn’t want to say any more.

He starts up again.

I’m angry that someone wants to hurt you.

Well, this guy is just full of surprises.

I pick my phone back up and delete the previous note to write a new one.

When I hold it back up, he takes it off me to read it.

I’m sorry too. It felt like you weren’t happy to be here. I assumed that meant you were just doing this out of obligation to your pack who seem to like me for some reason.

You can stay. I won’t argue.

He hands it back a few seconds later, and signs again.

No obligation. You’re our …

Something, something.

Damn. I don’t know those two words.

I guess it doesn’t matter, not really.

He explained his shitty mood, as much as he was able to, and he apologised for it.

I nod and he sighs, leaning back against the wall.

Again, it looks like a pose that would go viral if I took a picture of him and posted it online.

Everything he does is effortlessly sexy. He’s basically a tall guy making the best of the limited space and he’s giving me thirst-trap poses without even meaning to.

He’s infuriatingly attractive.

I didn’t know that was a thing, but he’s the embodiment of it.

I give him the sign for Goodnight , and he does the same.

Then I pull back my sheets, sit down and climb carefully into bed, making sure I’m completely covered up as I get comfy and place my phone in between my pillow and the wall.

I seriously doubt I’m going to be able to get to sleep, but I can at least make it look like I’m trying.