Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 47

LEANDER’S POV

After I touched base with Ever to confirm our plans, I quickly made my way up the stairs.

My Wolf was flying high on his mate. Completely blitzed and full-out addicted. Spending hours running, playing and lazily lying around, was exactly his definition of perfection. There was nothing better than having her close to him…well, except for under him. I couldn’t agree more. She was better than any drug. Everything about our mate was intoxicating.

Rounding the corner and heading down the long hallway, excitement coursed through me, leaving my skin tingling, and my manhood itching to get free. That particular part of my anatomy only ever had one goal- to forever bury himself in Hycinth’s hot and tight flesh. Pure bliss. But alas, as much as I wanted to indulge that train of thought, I had more to focus on than just my carnal desires. Not to mention it would be hugely uncomfortable and inconvenient to walk around with a hard-on all night, so I exhaled and forcefully pushed away my arousal. Which was not easy. Nor was it particularly 100% successful. I readjusted myself in my pants, trying to make my still-interested-but-not-qui te-a-full-blown-e******n more comfortable.

Entering our room did nothing to deter my on-edge libido because the first thing I ran into was Hycinth-standing in a shockingly sexy black dress. Her hair was wet from her shower, and her lake blue orbs stared up at me expectantly.

My mind went completely blank.

My Wolf was just as frozen.

The dress hugged her curves, coming to about seven inches above her knee, and had two horizontal peekaboo stripes of sheer black fabric, quite high on her legs, revealing even more of her luxurious thighs. There was another enticing stripe just below her breastbone. And to top off the madness, the tantalizing garment had a plunging neckline that pushed up and accented her pert breasts. It was enough to make a Wolf sit up and beg.

All we could do was stand there dumbly as our eyes slowly progressed down her body and back up again to her face, to replace her smirking. She was enjoying herself, completely aware of the effect she had on us.

My Wolf snapped out of it first and hissed into my head, “Say something, you idiot!”

“Uh,” I grunted, trying to fill the silence, so we didn’t look quite so foolish, but that was about as far as I got.

He shook his head in annoyance, giving up on my ability to pull us out of this. And pushed his own thoughts straight into her head with a low rumble, “So beautiful.”

Her eyes opened wide, still unaccustomed to hearing his voice in her mind. It was just two words, but she understood the depth of meaning behind it. The smirk fell away, and her eyes softened. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Silence reigned again.

Giving an irritated huff, my Wolf growled at me, “Your turn!”

Finally, I snapped out of it and eagerly made my way toward her. My sudden advance and the likely-predator-expression on my face caused her to throw her hand up, her palm in the air toward me. “Oh, no! Wait a minute!”

Like that little defensive tactic would stop me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight to my chest. She gave a little squeal. Dipping my head down, I inhaled deeply into her neck. “You smell so good,” I rumbled appreciatively. Sweet cinnamon accented with just the right amount of spice and mandarin orange. My nostrils flared as I sucked in another deep breath. “Delicious.” She shivered.

“Did you do as I asked?” My voice was husky with desire, dying to know if she had followed my instructions of no panties. I reached my hand to the bottom of her dress. With just a little bit of maneuvering… I would be able to answer that question myself.

“No, you don’t!” She pushed against my chest with her hands. I sighed and reluctantly let her put some distance between us. Her hands were on her h**s, her little body defiant. “You promised me a night out.”

Her posturing and challenging words just made me want to bend her over the couch and drive myself so deep inside of her she could never get rid of me. I edged back in close, reaching to touch the inside of her creamy thigh, purring, “We can still go out…later.” The dress was short enough it would only take a few inches for my fingertips to…

“Stop right there, Wolf!” She stepped back out of my reach, her finger pointed at me in the air, her voice breathy, “What did I tell you before? My undergarments or lack thereof are my business.”

I narrowed my eyes, not willing to give up. Okay, maybe she didn’t have to tell me. Maybe I could figure it out on my own. I took a moment to study her expression, trying to decipher any clue as to the answer….but her face was smooth, giving away nothing.

My lips curled down. She fully intended to keep me in suspense. I didn’t like it. And her cheeky response right then just further heightened my desire to know. From her renewed smirk, she knew it.

Clever, clever little mouse…

“Stop pouting.” She quirked an eyebrow and pointed toward the bathroom door. “Besides, you stink and need a shower.”

Well, just damn. “I’m not pouting,” I huffed petulantly and trudged over to the bathroom.

A giggle bubbled up from her throat. “Of course, you’re not.”

I couldn’t help grinning over my shoulder at her. I loved when she laughed like that.

Uninhibited

Carefree

………….

I took a shower and dressed in record time, keeping it simple with black dress slacks and button-downed shirt. I walked out of the closet to replace Hycinth had finished her hair and makeup and was also ready to go. Her striking red hair was down around her shoulders in curves, and her eyes were lined in smoky kohl making them appear even more dramatic than they already were. But that dress…

I walked around her to see it properly from every angle. “Where did you get the dress, by the way?”

“Gwen let me borrow it,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder at me as I came around her back. “Do you like it?”

I wasn’t sure if she intended for her voice to drop seductively, or if she was just as carried away by the bond as I was. Either way, her words and the husky tone she used drew me to her like a magnet. Once again, I snuggled up behind her, with my hands on her h**s and breathed deeply into her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

A breathy giggle released from her throat and she pulled out of my embrace, taking a step toward the door. I snatched her hand and fell into step beside her, muttering, “So eager.”

“Yes, I’ve never been to a shifter club.” Her features were animated with excitement as we walked down the stairs. “Tell me what it’s like.”

“Music. Dancing. Alcohol,” I ticked off a list. “Just like every other club, I guess… just maybe a little more animalistic vibe.”

“Hmm…alcohol, huh?” She murmured, almost to herself.