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I wake up panting, my body covered in a thin sheen of sweat that has the sheets sticking to my skin. The dream I was having felt so real- the shadow pack showed up without warning, ready for war. They outnumbered us four to one, and while we kept going down, they just kept coming. I was fighting off three wolves at once when I woke with a start, blinking into the darkness, realizing it was just a dream. I take a few deep breaths, throwing the sheet off of my body and staring up at the ceiling while my eyes to adjust to the dark.
I bolt up in bed when I hear something downstairs, looking quickly to my alarm clock for the time. It’s the middle of the night- nobody should be awake right now. Is my mind playing tricks on me, or did I hear something? My wolf is on high alert and when I hear another sound, I’m out of bed in an instant, moving toward the door of my bedroom silently.
Creeping through the hallway and down the stairs, I listen intently to what sounds like rustling as I draw closer. I’m already on edge after that nightmare about the shadow pack and my mind is jumping straight to the worst possible conclusion- a break-in at the packhouse. When I hit the bottom of the stairs, my head snaps toward the sound and I see a light coming from the kitchen.
I silently stalk closer, quickly realizing that the source of the light is the ajar refrigerator door. The kitchen island obstructs my view, but over the top of it, inside the fridge, I can vaguely make out a tangle of curly hair. Astrid.
As if this girl wasn’t causing enough of an upheaval in my life during the waking hours, she’s now robbing me of sleep, too.
I blow out a breath, relaxing slightly upon the realization that it’s her and not someone breaking in. What the hell is she doing, though? I make my way closer, rounding the edge of the island.
It’s a mistake. I freeze in my tracks when Astrid comes fully into view- she’s bent at the waist, rummaging around in the refrigerator. Wearing nothing but a threadbare t-shirt and a lacy little pair of panties that only cover half of her ass. The light coming from inside the fridge illuminates her slim silhouette, and she wiggles her hips a little as she digs around for something in the back.
I shouldn’t be watching her, but I can’t look away either. I grit my teeth, my hands drawing up into fists at my sides. I can’t stand this girl. I hate how much she throws me off my game. I hate how fucking perky she is. I hate how tight her little ass is, how shapely her thighs are. How she has my dick instantly hard.
Astrid retrieves a carton of apple juice from fridge and tilts back on the heels of her feet, straightening. She turns to set the juice on the counter, and it nearly slips from her hand when she catches sight of me standing a couple of yards away from her. She jumps a little, startled.
“Oh gosh,” Astrid breathes, pressing a hand to her chest. “You scared me.”
“I could say the same thing,” I growl. It takes great effort for me to keep my eyes on her face rather than letting them drop down to her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
“What?” she blinks, a little giggle escaping her lips. “I’m not scary.”
“And I am?”
Astrid sucks in a breath, her eyes roaming my form. I’m basically naked, save for a pair of black boxer briefs that aren’t doing much to hide my partial boner. Her eyes sear my skin, traveling all the way down to my toes and back up again. She slowly drags her gaze back to mine, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Well sure you are. You’re the big bad wolf.”
“You have no idea,” I mutter under my breath.
My mind runs away with me for a moment. I imagine grabbing her by the waist, lifting her to the edge of the counter. She’s tiny, I bet she’d feel weightless in my arms. I’d tear those lacy little panties off and spread those gorgeous thighs. Get a taste of her. Give her my dick right here in the kitchen, pound into her like there’s no tomorrow…
“You want some?” Astrid asks.
I almost choke. What the fuck is she asking?
She holds up the carton of apple juice, giving it a little shake.
Of course. I blow out a breath, shaking my head. “No thanks.”
“Suit yourself,” she chirps, shrugging her shoulders and turning to the cabinet. She reaches up to open it, rising up on her tiptoes to retrieve a glass. The girl is so fucking short that she can’t quite reach the tall glasses on the second shelf.
“I’ll get it,” I grumble, striding over to her.
Another mistake. I prowl up behind Astrid, reaching over her head into the cabinet. Her scent hits my nose and it’s fucking intoxicating- my eyes practically roll back in my head in delight as I lean forward to grab for a glass, breathing her in.
Her skin brushes mine. Her ass against my upper thigh, her back against my chest. Sparks. I hear her suck in a breath in response to our contact, and I almost drop the fucking glass right onto the counter.
What the fuck am I doing?
I slide the glass onto the counter in front of her, then quickly move away. I slink back into the shadows, trying to get it the fuck together as I watch her pour herself a glass of juice. My eyes feast over her bare legs, the curve of her ass. I can’t fucking stop, I’m like a man possessed.
Astrid sets the carton back down on the counter, picking up the glass and taking a sip. Swallowing it down. “You sure you don’t want some?” she asks, licking her lips and glancing my way.
I shake my head, tearing my eyes away from her. “Get back to bed,” I grumble, turning away.
I don’t look back as I head out of the kitchen, straight for the stairs. I take them two at a time and make my way back to my bedroom, shutting myself inside again and climbing back into bed.
My mind goes straight to Astrid, and my hand goes straight to my dick.
I don’t know why she has this affect on me- I can’t fucking stand this girl. I doubt she’s ever had a hard day in her life; she’s all smiles and cheeriness and obnoxious energy. Still, I find myself sliding my boxers down, thinking of her as I grip my shaft in my hand and start stroking.
My cock is hard as fucking concrete and my breathing quickly becomes labored as I think of her bent over in front of the refrigerator, the pale purple lace of her panties contrasting against her caramel skin. The way she wiggled her hips while she was digging around for that juice…
A groan escapes my lips as I pump my dick harder, imagining myself fisting that curly hair in one hand, lifting her up with the other. Sinking into her from behind right there at the refrigerator. I bet her pussy would feel so. Fucking. Tight.
I grunt, my balls tightening as I come all over my hand like a fucking teenager.
As soon as I blow my load, I’m immediately overcome with guilt, regretting every filthy thought about my hot little housemate.
Fuck.
I catch my breath, blinking up at the ceiling.
I’ve gotta get this girl out of my fucking house before I do something stupid.
C.J. PrimerI hope you're enjoying Alpha Brock so far! I'll be maintaining the same update schedule for this book- one new chapter each weekday, Monday through Friday, with an occasional bonus chapter on a weekend day. I was able to get this book up earlier than planned, so there will not be a new chapter posted until Monday- I'm currently away for a long weekend and I plan to enjoy it before getting back to the grind of daily updates. Thank you for reading!
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