The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

hapter 324 But Why Would You Want To?

Cora

I drop my hand from the doorknob, suddenly, making a split decision and not letting myself think too hard about what I’m doing and why. Then, I strip my wet shirt and leggins from my body, grabbing a dry towel off of the shelf and wrapping it around myself. My skin is grateful for this, wanting to be free and dry, but my anxiety rises as I tuck the towel into itself above my bra so that it will hold itself together.

I close my eyes as I grasp the door knob again, exhaling a deep breath and then pushing it open, striding back into the room.

A little pulse of satisfaction runs though me as I see Roger do a double–take at my appearance. He has laid himself back on the bed in the same position he took before – shoulders against the headboard, one leg casually bent at the knee and propped on the mattress, the other foot on the floor. He watches me steadily as I swiftly cross the room, coming to the other side of the bed and primly sitting myself down on it, my whole back against the headboard. I pull my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees and staring steadily at the blank television screen.

“Does the tv work?” I ask, my voice shaking a little despite myself.

“I…don’t know…” Roger replies, his tone curious. “Do you want me to try it?”

“Mmmhmm!” I say, my hum an octave higher than it would usually be. Slowly, Roger stands up and moves to the TV, treating me to the opportunity to scan the broad muscles of his back, which sweep downward to a trim waist. He even has two little dimples on either side of his spine right above his perfect ass…

I grit my teeth to keep from making any noise, giving him any indication of what seeing him undressed like this makes me want to do to him. Roger reaches out and twists the dial on the TV, but there’s no reaction from it. He tries the other two, but the tv stays stubbornly dark. Then, too slowly, Roger turns to me,

I inhale, sharply, when I see the way that he looks at me beneath his lowered brows. His face is serious, and a muscle in his cheek flickers, letting me know that he’s clenching his teeth, holding back from…something. But the darkness in his eyes, the intensity there…

“No such luck,” he purrs, dropping his hand from the television and focusing his entire attention on me. It falls on me like a real weight on my chest and I feel my breathing deepen, fighting

“Oh,” I say, something in me screaming at the lameness of that response.

Roger doesn’t say anything. He just begins to prowl back across the room, heading – my breath

catches to see – not back to his side of the bed, but to mine. He stops about three feet from me,

slowly lowering himself to sit on the mattress next to me. He puts a hand out to rest on the sheets,

a few inches from my feet, and leans forward towards me.

but he doesn’t need

palpable intensity that may as well be his wolf’s tongue

throat for all it’s doing to me right now. I realize, suddenly,

my parted lips, as I hear the growl beginning to

a startled

me tensed as

reaching for me, every inch of it a

touch me, just once – when suddenly, a spark – a literal

his thumb to my lower lip, just–millimeters

unexpected pain of it, my

it. “What the,” he says, looking at his fingers

willed this thing between us to take form

he looks at his hand, my entire

—

and see if he had left on that mission to the expression on his face as he held me safe to those days on the ship,

–

when he didn’t call – when

—

when I’d cried myself to sleep night after night realizing

shame. Hank, who has been so sweet and patient with

lips, who turned out to

even when I’d been with him, I’d thought of Roger’s mouth on mine at the moonlight

that passed between us

–

my groan becomes a sob ripping from my throat.

reached out to touch me, and despite my face buried in my hands I can feel

attention on me again.

—

whispers, his voice shocked. “What’s what’s

and suddenly I’m on my feet, past him,