Chapter 112
Chapter 112
Amica
I might be mad, but he knows exactly how to make my body submit to his will.
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I fight him in my mind, but my body betrays me. His hands grip my butt, kneading it firmly as his lips claim mine in a deep. possessive kiss. A spark of clarity rushes through me when I realize where this is heading, and I try to resist
“Hmm… no,” I mumble.
“No?” he murmurs against my skin, his lips trailing down my neck, planting slow, lingering kisses before returning to capture my lips again.
“Hmm…” I breathe, but I can’t bring myself to say it again. My body won’t allow it.
Deckard’s hands roam further, his fingers massaging my breasts with a deliberate tenderness. His lips trace back to my neck, leaving sharp but soft bites in their wake. A moan slips past my lips–unintentional, undeniable, a betrayal of my weak
resistance.
Every touch sends heat surging through me, making me ache for more.
Then, just as suddenly, he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead and stops.
The sensual touches stop, and instead, he simply wraps his arms around me, spooning me from behind.
“Fine. Go to bed. I need you warm,” he says, his voice calm, as if nothing just happened.
What?! Fury bubbles inside me, but I bite my tongue, swallowing my frustration. What the hell does he think he’s doing? And who the hell does he think he is? He riles me up like that–gets me trembling, aching–and then ends it with a damn forehead kiss?
Is it because I said no? Well, I never thought he’d actually listen. I didn’t want him to listen. I just wanted something… more.
I lie there like a fool, unable to say the words clawing at my throat–that I didn’t mean it like that. That I wanted him to tease me a little longer, to push me, to make me beg.
But now? Now I’m lying here, drowning in frustration, the female version of blue balls.
Deckard is playing games with me. And worse? I know he knows exactly what he’s doing. Because why else would he leave me hanging like this?
I can still feel his hard cock pressing against me. What’s he gonna do with that?
I wait, arching my butt slightly against him, hoping he’ll change his mind. But he doesn’t. Instead, he just tightens his hold around me and, within minutes, drifts off to sleep–leaving me sewing in frustration.
I have no choice but to fall asleep mad.
The next morning, the scent of something mouthwatering stirs me awake. As my eyes flutter open, I find Deckard hovering above me, his piercing gaze locked onto mine.
“Cute snores, by the way,” he teases.
“What the “I gasp, startled, before recognizing those familiar, tense eyes.
“Don’t scare me like that!” I snap, sitting up/
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“Oh, I didn’t mean to,” he says, smirking. “I just got lost watching you sleep… it’s beautiful.”
Before I can respond, he turns and lifts a tray, revealing an impressive breakfast spread–cherries, grapes, poached eggs. bacon, and more meat, and a glass of water.
“I had this healthy breakfast brought to you,” he announces cheerfully, placing a small bed table over my lap before setting the tray down.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice wary.
“Taking care of my Luna,” he says smoothly. “How are you feeling today?”
“Very well, Alpha.”
I watch him silently, wondering what he’s up to this morning. Still shirtless, looking even sexier than last night–he’s tormenting me, and we both know it. But I won’t give in. I’ll play this game with him, even though it’s damn near impossible, especially with his bare chest on full display.
And those grey sweat pants… hanging low on his hips, teasing me with the outline of his dick.
The scars on his chest–marks of strength, power–I want all of I want him to use it on me.
For a moment, I lose myself in thoughts of what those strong arms could do to me, my mind spinning with images I shouldn’t be entertaining. I gulp, snapping back to reality.
He picks up a cherry from the bunch, holding it up to my lips. I part them without hesitation, my gaze still locked on his chest as I take it in–only to accidentally graze his finger with my teeth.
A sharp, unintentional snap.
The second it happens, my eyes widen. Shit.
“Oh? Are you that hungry?” he teases, slipping his finger into his mouth, licking it slowly.
I swallow hard.
“Oh, sorry,” I say, though I’m not sorry at all. Every part of me–Ezra, my body, my very soul–is burning for his touch. But he’s tormenting me, seducing me, playing some wicked game I can’t quite figure out.
“I can feed myself,” I say, trying to hold my ground.
“Okay,” he replies casually, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he settles beside me on the bed, his presence heavy, inescapable.
“Amica, I wanted to talk to you last night, but you were too angry for a conversation.” His voice is calmer now, steadier. “I know you’ve noticed the Gamma warriors preparing for battle. Tomorrow, the pack will face Scarface Mane. We’ve gathered new intelligence, and if it’s true…” He leans in slightly, his gaze locking onto mine. “I will bring you the head of the man who stole our heir and put you through that trauma.”
My breath catches.
Scarface Mane…
“What?” My voice comes out in a whisper. “now and who \odelayed him.ll me? Who found him? How?y
My heart slams against my ribs. His name alone is enough to send my world spinning.
“Hey, take it easy…” Deckard soothes, his voice steady yet firm. “No one will ever hurt you again, Amica. I’m putting an end to this tomorrow.”
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“No, Deckard, you don’t understand.” My chest tightens. “He’s dangerous. Too dangerous. There’s something ominous about him and he hates you.”
He smirks, unfazed. “Come on, I’ll kill him for you.”
“But I heard things–things that make me believe he’s stronger than we think. I don’t want you to go,” I plead, gripping his
arm.
He scoffs. “I can handle that little rogue without even breaking a sweat. I don’t care what powers he thinks he possesses.”
Before I can stop myself, I push the tray aside and throw my arms around him, holding him so tightly I forget what we were even arguing about.
“Oh… okay,” I whisper against his chest. “Then I’ll wait here for you. I won’t eat, I won’t sleep… until you return…
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