The cheese puffs hit the floor, and I slowly chew the remaining bits in my mouth. I’m annoyed my puffs are all over the floor. I had dreams about them, and I finally had a taste. The world feels as if it’s crumbling as I watch the last Cheeto skid to a stop at Cree’s feet. I seriously thought about grabbing it. I mean, there is a five-second rule. But I’m worried that he might strangle me for hitting him where the sun doesn’t shine if I go near him. So, I refrain from listening to my grumbling stomach and focus on Cree’s aggravated expression.
I give him an encouraging smile. “Nice to see you again,” I joke with a sweet, innocent expression, hoping to lighten the tension between us.
Cree stands from the sofa, and I gulp. He slowly comes my way as if he is building up a climactic death for me. If he wants me terrified, it’s working. My body moves involuntarily back towards the kitchen. I don’t know what to do. There is nowhere for me to go. I look behind me at the window. Maybe I can jump out? but he probably has his pack out there waiting for that.
All I can think about is that I should have run instead of letting my stomach get the best of me. I am caught because of my stupid love for food. Ugh, Idiot! I reprimand my belly.
As usual, I’m rambling in my head and don’t realize how close Cree has gotten. Our eyes meet, and I see more pain than anger in them. Why is he hurt? He’s the Alpha. A little schoolgirl hurt his feelings. Wow, and they are supposed to be scary. I laugh aloud but quickly shut up when my back hits the counter. My eyes go round, and my heart pounds against my rib cage. Fuck!
My back is against the cabinet. Cree is still coming toward me; I inhale a heavy breath. Will he kill me now or slap me around a bit?
If there is a time to talk your way out of something, it’s now. I encourage myself to speak. “Okay, look... sorry about the kick, but when I’m hungry, I turn into a snicker commercial,” I explain, holding out my hand, thinking that will stop him from ripping my throat out.
Cree’s thumb and index finger grip my jaw. He’s not squeezing the life out of me yet. I guess that’s a good sign. He stares down at me, and I can’t pull away; I cannot. My soul calls for it. Calls for his touch, his affection. I need it almost like a drug. What’s happening to me? Am I fangirling over him? Like he’s some superstar.
There’s an ache between my thighs when the Alpha’s thumb trails over my lower lip while his dark eyes linger hungrily over it. Cree’s tongue sweeps across his lip while he concentrates on the rest of my curves, and when his eyes find mine again, I melt into a puddle of ecstasy. Just one taste of him is all I need to fall into a coma of orgasm. I didn’t even know what an orgasm felt like, but with him, I’m sure it is better than those Cheetos that lay on the floor. The way he’s staring at my body makes me quiver. God, I just want to melt under his heavenly structure. My hands want so badly to discover every muscular crease on him.
Cree leans in, taking in the scent of my hair. All while his hands gradually make their way down the sides of my ribs, I squirm at his touch. His hands feel so right as if they are meant to be there. That he’s made for my body only, and I’m made for his. Oh, rubbish, there’s no such thing! I shout in my head. Cree is a fucking Alpha, and I am a human eighteen-year-old high school girl. That’s impossible. I laugh at myself, thinking I’m a complete dumbass. But I can’t deny these surges between us.
While overthinking shit in my head, Cree’s hands find the back of my thighs and lift me onto the counter while he looks at me longingly. His eyes are soft and admirable. It’s a hint of lust but more like I fill a space that has been missing for some time, and for me, it feels like he’s filling that loneliness I’ve been subjected to my whole life.
Maybe he is why I liked no boys or anyone, for that matter. Cree said Takoda was mated to his great grandfather, so perhaps it’s destined for us to meet. For us to have one another. But once again, I’m pulling thoughts out of my ass here, trying to justify why I want him to fuck me on the counter.
Literally, I have no excuse except that. I’m a fucking horny ass teenager who’s drooling over an Alpha built like a sex god and probably has that effect on all women. They probably just rip their clothes off for him and say, ‘Take me, Alpha!’ I mock the women. I mean, look at him. Who wouldn’t want to be railed by him on a daily?
What the hell, Sakari? You’re a virgin. Stop thinking about sex. I Never have before; why start now?
Coming back from my daydreaming, I realize Cree’s lips are closing in on mine, and I must do something. I may have filthy wet daydreams about him, but I am nowhere near ready to give away my VCard in all reality. Especially to someone who changes into a wolf, and I just met two days prior, plus that junk he’s packing is not meant for a virgin.
I place my hand between his mouth and mine. “Hey, slow down, horn dog,” I vocalize with my hand still between us, muffling my voice.
Cree cocks his head, confused. Almost like a lost puppy. I’ll admit it’s cute.
“Sakari, you are a very confusing woman,” Cree expresses his frustration, clearly hot and bothered. He wants me. I’m just confused why? He is fucking hot, and I’m the loser of Blackfoot. Why is he attracted to me?
Man, I’m a tease. But I can’t help the way my body reacts around him. It takes over and forces my rationality out the window. Cree makes me weak, and I like it and hate it too. Not even Jay makes me feel this way, and he is the only boy I ever spend time with.
“Alpha, Cree?” A voice calls from behind him.
We both glance to see who it is, and one of his pack members stands there. “Alpha Cree, we found a boy badly hurt.”