“I thought it was obvious, Christian. You distract me. That’s why I wanted you to kiss me last night,” she whispers, her voice sounds like a fucking purr, and it sends waves of heat straight to my cock which hardens and flexes, hoping to gain her attention.
“I’ve seen you spar with others. You don’t push that hard,” I say, keeping my voice low. It’s taking every ounce of my self–control not to press my lips against hers and claim her as mine in front of this whole fucking pack, Council be damned.
I watch as her eyes flutter. Did she just fucking bat her eyes at me? Usually that shit annoys me from she–wolves. But knowing how innocent Enya is, it’s a fucking turn on that she’s flirting with me.
“I’m an Alpha, Christian, just like you. I pull my punches when I spar with others. Your father told me I didn’t have to hold back with your sister, so I didn’t.”
She licks her lips, and cock twitches in my shorts. I don’t cut the possessive growl off quick enough. It comes out and she grins, like she‘ s my own personal siren and she’s finally realized the power she has
over me.
I take a step back, needing to distance myself from her.
“Then I want to see that same level of skill tomorrow when I put you with my father or mother,” I say.
She tilts her head at me, like I’m amusing her. What the actual fuck? Did one day with my sister change Enya into this goddess of temptation? If so, I’m never allowing Sebastiana back in this pack
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“Okay, Christian,” she purrs. My name sounds like a fucking prayer coming out of her mouth. I need a cold shower, and I need it now.
“Okay,” I growl, moving past her. The little vixen has the audacity to reach out and run her fingers over my arm as I pass. I grit my teeth and keep walking.
“Christian?” my father calls out as I pass.
“I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I say, rushing to get out of this room before everyone sees how fucking turned on I am by Enya. Note to me, make sure to wear multiple pairs of underwear from now on.
When I get to my room, I turn the water on and step in immediately. The cold barely touches the heat of my body, and I’ve scarcely stepped under the spray of water before I’m gripping my cock with one hand and slapping the other against the shower wall.
Once again, I think of Enya, those big green eyes looking up at me, her tight little pussy wrapped around me. I force myself to go slow, just like I would if it was her first time. I barely stroke myself three times before I’m blowing my load all over the shower. But once isn’t enough. Oh no. With the memory of her hands on my chest, the taste of her lips from last night, her licking her lips and practically begging me to kiss her again, I keep stroking and it’s no time at all before I’m shooting off again.
While I feel better, I know I have more in me. So, once again, I don’t stop. I think about how good she tasted last night, how good she would have tasted if I’d done what I threatened to do and pushed her thighs apart and buried my face in her sweet heat.
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