Jealous

Stopping in front of Andrius, I stare at the floor a second before I raise my eyes. His legs are long and I travel up them to his thighs. The exposed flesh, the hardened leaking tip, the abs that peek at me from where his shirt is lifted. Following the trail up his large chest and broad shoulders, I lick my lips as my eyes trail up his neck, a vein pulsing there before I continue my ascent up to his lips, nose and finally stop on his eyes.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to look at me,” Andrius said firmly. My eyes widened and my lips parted in surprise.

“I-Sorry,” I murmured, lowering them.

“Alpha,” Andrius growled.

“What?” I squeaked as I raised them again.

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” he corrected.

I was frozen in place, unsure of who was in front of me. I checked his eyes and yep, they were gray, not yellow. The Andrius I got to know at the lake was like the polar opposite to the man that sat in front of me now. There was no playfulness in his gaze, no softness in his posture.