Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter 13

"I can't control it," I whined.

"Scarlett, yes, you can. It'll pass," he said with strain, refusing to meet my desperate gaze by closing his eyes.

"I..." my words trailed off when I caught sight of his lips and the fire burned hotter, revoking any rational thought from my mind by infecting me with a deep want. He opened his eyes at my unfinished sentence and our gazes connected, immediate tingles interlacing with my spine and my restraint snapped.

His eyes darkened as if he somehow sensed my loss of control and our lips met halfway.

I moaned softly, hooking my arms around his neck while rolling my hips over the hard bulge in his dress pants. He tugged at the oversized blue t-shirt covering my naked body, gently rolling me onto my back and kicking his shiny dress shoes off.

"Just sign the treaty so we can do more together," I purred thoughtlessly against his lips and the mention of the treaty seemed to slap him across the face.

He reeled back to stare down at me, his eyebrows furrowed. "What?" He asked with a scoff, making me suddenly realize what just came out of my mouth.

"I-I don't know why I just said that," I choked out then looked at our positioning, more fear overtaking the lust I was feeling until it was completely diminished. I pushed him off with a frightened gasp. "I don't know why I'm seducing you!"

He eyed me carefully and I swallowed harshly, my eyes darting around us trying to comprehend what the hell just happened. It all felt like a dream, a haze, and the memory was already starting to fade which made it harder for me to believe it was real. I felt more than fine and there wasn't a droplet of sweat on me like there was moments prior.

"Scarlett, are you okay?" He asked slow and clear, his voice leaking with concern while his eyes examined my face.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay," I muttered, staring at the bed with adrenaline coursing my veins.

That was weird.

"I came here to see if you'd be up to speaking with me about Valentino back at the pack house, but it doesn't seem that way. I'll leave you here to rest, then we can talk more whenever you're feeling more yourself," he explained, sounding quite skeptical.

Unlike the other Alpha's, he didn't want to force me into anything I didn't want. That much was clear to me, and it only brought on so much guilt for the things I say and do to him out of instinctual reaction.

Why can't I see he isn't them when it's all he's showing me?

"I'll go." The words left my mouth in a rush as if they were afraid others would beat them to it, stumping me.

I don't want to go.

Why did I say that?

He was taken aback by my response and frowned upon seeing mine. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I nodded and placed my feet on the carpet, feeling the shirt fall lower over my thighs as the scrunched fabric straightened. His eyes never strayed from my figure as he stood slowly, hesitant to take my reaction as good, which brought back my frown.

Am I really so cold to him?

"If, at any point, you wish to leave, I'll bring you back. Your comfort is my top priority." He extended his hand to me and I looked down at it, suddenly frozen.

Nervousness twisted inside me but I forced myself to put my palm in his, ignoring the hypocritical feelings that keep jumping back and forth within me. One second, I practically need him touching every inch of me. The next, I get ridiculously anxious just standing too close.