Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 18

He continued,” Do you really have it in you? Have you ever killed someone? Have you felt the life bleed out of them under your hands?”

A cold shiver ran up and down my spine.

He was scary as f**k when he wanted to be.

His tone turned into a disappointed sneer, “And now, you want to do it cowardly, while another Wolf sleeps? I haven’t known you long, but I never took you for a coward.”

Shame flowed through me.

I wasn’t a coward. I knew the rules of engagement. If I was going to win, I didn’t want to do it by sneaking up on my enemy. I wanted to do it because I had the strength to back up my challenge. I pressed my lips together, refusing to speak.

He took my silence as my answer. “That’s what I thought. Now get comfortable. You must be tired.” He turned away and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

For a moment, everything in my mind went blank as I stared at his physique and the tattoos running across his back!

I sucked in a sharp breath, which must have caught his attention because he glanced over his shoulder at me as he pulled off his pants. He turned to face me, standing in only a pair of boxer shorts. My eyes glued to his chest and slowly made their way down his body. The designs on his chest were as amazing and intricate as the ones on his back.

Without thinking, I got to my knees and moved to the edge of the bed. I wanted only one thing. “Come here.”

A very low growl exuded from his chest. His nostrils flared, sucking in air and pushing it out. His violet eyes darkened, swirling with flecks of cerulean as he slowly crossed the room and stood in front of me.

I reached to trace the designs as I studied the artwork, moving my fingers steadily along the curves and hard indentions of his chest.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked huskily.

I breathed, “Beautiful. The shading is amazing.” I spoke the truth. Whoever had done the work was a fantastic artist.

He stood perfectly still, but his hands clenched, muscles quivering beneath my touch everywhere my hand roamed. My fingers trail down, following the design as it flowed down the left side of his body to his abs. It was free, fluid with gentle curves. A combination of hard lines but also soft florals and swirls amidst dangerous embellished claws that looked more like art than paws. I was disappointed to realize the design disappeared down past his waistband where I could no longer see it.

And then I was shocked at what I had missed in my intensity of examining the details.

I gasped and heat radiated through me as I realized his boxers weren’t quite big enough to contain him, and the head of his c**k poked up through the waistband, long and hard.

My chest heaved, unable to get enough air into my needy lungs.

I was a werewolf. I’d seen plenty of males, but not like this never like this.

The bond wrecked me. Tingles flowed through my fingertips, straight into my core.

What was I doing?

I had no idea.

All I knew was that I wanted to see what was hidden. I wanted to know the rest of the design, the complete picture.

It was like someone else was speaking for me. Maybe my Wolf had finally figured out how to make my mouth work because the gravelly demand just slipped out, “Show me.”

“F**k,” he g*****d under his breath. But there was no hesitation. He reached for the waistband of his boxers, opening them wide enough to clear his c**k, pushed the fabric to his h**s and then let the underwear fall to the floor.

I inhaled sharply. F**k was right. He was shockingly beautiful, the perfect specimen of a male in every way. Long, with a wide girth and a thick tan, velvety head, the color matching the tones in his skin. My eyes traced the vein that ran along his length, inspecting the underside. I visually cataloged every detail in the deepest nook of my brain.

But I didn’t touch.

When I was finished visually feasting on Leander’s manhood, I resumed my inspection of the tattoo running down his left h*p and thigh. The angle wasn’t quite right for me to see it properly, so I sat back on my heels bringing my head and eyes lower to inspect all of the details.

Another deep g***n came from his chest. My eyes flickered up to replace his. He stared down at me, his words barely audible, “You’re f*****g killing me.” His d**k twitched with his words, and I realized my lower position placed my head just about even with his c**k.

I didn’t spend time dwelling on it, still too intent to complete the inspection I’d started. I traced each line of the design until it ended just above his knee.

The gravelly sounding voice came from my throat, “Turn around.”

Once again, he complied without hesitation, turning his body so that now I was about eye-to-eye with his a*s. Which I could readily admit was as cut as the rest of him, firm and rounded.

I started the process from the back of his knee and worked my way up as the tattoo continued up the left side of his thigh, butt, and back.

My Wolf practically purred with contentment and curiosity. He may have put a collar on her, but he was certainly making an effort to make it up to her now, letting her visually enjoy every aspect of him.

It took several minutes for me to study all of the little details, pictures, and nuances, my fingers continuing to trace and draw along the lines.

When I reached his shoulders, he turned back around without my instruction, large hands replaceing my h**s. He closed the small distance between us, his head coming down. His scent was even stronger, hickory and vanilla.

I inclined my head, sniffing at his neck.

He whispered gruffly in my ear, “Tell me what you want.”

His words startled me. What did I want?

Abruptly, the spell broke. I realized what I was doing. I inhaled sharply and pulled away, eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry…about…” I stuttered, my cheeks flaming with color.

I was shocked to replace he wasn’t angry-I had just been the epitome of a c**k tease. Instead, he gave a small knowing smile and reached down to pull his boxers up, adjusting his c**k as he did so. He sat at the edge of the bed. It dipped down with his weight. His tone was wry, “Okay. Change in plans.

After that little display, I’m going to need a shower.”

Not sure it was possible, but it felt like I flushed even redder.

“I’ve already let Ever go home, and I’m not leaving you alone, so you have two options. First, you can join me and watch me take care of this.” He palmed his still bulging crotch. As if I wasn’t already acutely aware what he meant.

Nope. No way. That wasn’t happening.

“What’s the other option?” I croaked.

“I can leash you to the bed.”

I stared at him blankly, not sure I’d heard him correctly. Apparently, we were both on a visual demonstration kick because he leaned and pulled out a f*****g leash from the nightstand to show me!

“I hadn’t planned on using it, but wanted to have it on hand in case something like this came up.”

I shook my head so hard, it almost hurt and sputtered, “No, absolutely not.”

“So you’re joining me in the shower then? Good. I like that option better too. It will give me some time to show you exactly how I like to be stroked.” He rubbed along his crotch for another visual aid.

Was the crazy fucker just out of his mind?!

The wicked smile on his face told me he was very lucid and knew exactly what he was doing!