He smirked as he gave him one last look. "We're not going there," he whispered, cautiously. It made me furrow my brow. I never imagined we'd get there; all I wanted was for him to unwind. "I simply want you to relax," I said quietly, still asking that he remove his shirt. He huffs a little giggle and grabs his shirt from behind his shoulders, tugging it over his head, his hands twitching with the force he used. When my palm cascaded down over his broad shoulders, causing my flesh to flame alongside his, he moans deeply. I didn't hesitate to hold him, despite the fact that my skin itches with anxiousness as I palm his skin. "We're not doing anything past this, Victoria," Alpha King panted, but he didn't pull my hands away from him. Instead, he sits back down on my lap and relaxes against my touch. We don't talk. We didn't say anything. For a little period, all I could hear were heartbeats and panting. Nothing but the loud rush of the wi
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