Chapter 61
Her kiss is soft.
She caught me completely off guard. For a moment I stand there, unable to believe that the tiny woman in front of me, who’s always been shy, has the nerve to come to my high table. I feel the weight of everyone’s gaze burning into us. But nothing else matters. My heart thuds in my chest. Right now, only she matters.
My lips let go of hers, only for me to pull her close and set her on my lap.
Then my mouth takes hers. It isn’t a gentle kiss. It isn’t sweet like the one she just gave me. It is pure, hot demanding. It is obsession. I’ve been living with her for months and trying to resist those soft lips of hers for too long. I wish I could be better, but right now, I can’t.
I slide my hand behind her head to hold her still as I kiss her savagely. A whimper of need escapes her mouth.
Fuck me.
I want to touch her, rip her damn sexy dress, but we’re in the middle of the festival, and everyone is probably watching us. Besides, if I do this, it will be like a declaration. A claim. Something I can’t do.
When I draw back, I’m panting slightly. I shift my hand from behind her head to her neck.
She’s my sweetest desire. Nothing has been less than that since the very moment I laid eyes on her in my nightclub. And yet, I don’t want to look away. Even though I should.
“My head is spinning!” She says, giggling. “But in the most delicious way!”
With my free hand, I reach for her goblet resting on the table. I lift it, my gaze flickering to the faint lipstick mark staining the rim. I tip it back, letting the wine flow past my lips, pressing them to the very spot where hers had been. There isn’t much left. She’d already drunk most of it. No wine has ever made me so warm.
My eyes search the Black Moon. It isn’t visible, but I can feel the subtle energy radiating tonight around us.
I empty the wine goblet in almost a single gulp. Then, I move my hands to her waist.
“I’m not afraid, Ethan. And I don’t know why you’re...” She looks at my chest, seemingly trying to find the right words. Her eyebrows furrow in frustration as she looks up at me again. “Why are you holding back? Let’s see where things go between us!” Little Dove waves her hand between us.
I exhale a sharp breath. My hands tighten on her small waist. “You know nothing,” I mutter in defeat, avoiding her hopeful gaze.
“Please, Ethan.” Little Dove places her hands on my face, making me look into her bright eyes. "*Please*."
Not knowing what to do, I kiss her again. And just like Custom says, I make it clear to everyone around us that I’m interested in her. At least for tonight.
She tries to speak, but I don’t break the kiss. I don’t want to ruin this.
Minutes later, Little Dove drags me to where everyone is dancing, something that I would only allow myself as an Alpha when I meet my Luna, but for the first time in my life, I follow the Custom. I drank the wine she offered me.
“I wish it was a big bright full moon!” She says, looking around the sky for the New Moon. But I hold the tip of her chin so she doesn’t move her head back, making her look up at me.
I open a smile when our eyes meet. “It is unlucky to look for the Black Moon over your shoulder, Little Dove.”
“Oh, really?” She giggles as she sways her hips. She must think we’re all crazy.
I move my hands to her hips, and suddenly she looks up and a chill seems to pass through her as her body trembles a little. Following her gaze, I spot Jordan staring at her, which makes me clench my teeth tight together.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, seeming to notice the subtle change in my demeanor even though she’s clearly drunk.
“The fucker is looking at you,” I whisper in her ear. “Stop looking at him!”
“Why? Are you jealous?”
I’m not jealous of anyone, is what I intend to say, but instead, the words “Of course” come out. She opens a bright smile. “That’s not what I meant to say.”
Fuck! I hope she doesn’t remember this tomorrow.
“Don’t worry, I have no intention of looking at him again,” she says slowly. I shouldn't have let her drink more when she was already drunk earlier. “Or her.” Her eyes point at them as Kelly starts to talk to him. “I just feel something strange *coming* from him. And Kelly.” My sister walks past us, heading towards her mate and his sister and waves her hand at us. Little Dove waves back before whispering to me, “I don’t know why, but Vi too, like a little bit...”
“Too what?” I ask, confused.
“I don’t know,” she says, frowning in an adorably drunken way. “I’ve never felt anything this strong before. Today, I feel like he is... rotten inside. He even stinks! I swear! He and Kelly! And Vi kind of smells like him.” She wrinkles your nose before giggling. “I think I’m starting to get drunk.”
“You think?” I say, kissing her again.
Yet my mind won’t stop thinking about what she just said. I look back at my sister, Kelly and Jordan. She describes a rogue. But they aren’t. Not that she could possibly know. Why would Little Dove say that?
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“That’s no fun, Ethan!” She whines as I place her down on her bed. Az, Lily, and Theo are sleeping together in Lily’s room. “I want to go back to the party!” She says, yawning, before closing her eyes.
A few seconds later, her breathing steady, and I realize she’s drifted off to sleep. I take her shoes off and cover her in the duvet.
Then I sit next to her and hold her hand. Goddess! She looks like an angel. So fucking beautiful. This is not how I expected my night to end after following the custom and drinking wine for the first time. *She’s drunk*, I remind my painfully hard cock once more.
“It was perfect calling you *mine* that night, even if it was just one night,” I confess because I know she’s not listening.
I look at our hands together. She is tiny in comparison to the other females around. Human. So damn breakable. Physically, anyway. Mentally, she is strong, far tougher than me, because... “I wish I could reciprocate your feelings. I wish things were different.”
I thought I could feel no worse, but now, devastation gathers around me like thick, black storm clouds. It’s difficult to fill my lungs with air, but I manage to slip out an apology. “I’m sorry.” I kiss her delicate hand before going to the second part of the festival. Alone.
Little Dove is not a she-wolf, so she can’t join in. I let Kral take over my body.
She will never understand me. She doesn’t know why I can’t love her.
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