CHAPTER FOUR - INTRUSIVE BUT SWEET

VALENTINA

PACK OF LORE

I pressed my jaws tight together when his tongue went over my finger, the feel of his slow sucking and warmth from his mouth completely overshadowing the little pain from the wound. I leaned back, wanting to keep as much distance as possible between me and him but the more I leaned away, the more my wolf pushed me forward.

After what felt like an eternity he finally let go of my wrist and I folded my arms across my chest again. Looking anywhere but at the Alpha that sat in front of me.

‘Fucking TOUCH me! Caress my skin!!! I want to feel your warmth, I need to…’

The instincts of my wolf came like intrusive thoughts into my head I mentally recoiled at them, reminding myself that this was the man that has almost killed my father and possibly was still responsible for the success of Rykers coup.

“Your leg.” He said. I glanced at him and his eyes bore into my skull in that short time frame.

“The fracture needs to be massaged. Give me your leg.” He side again but I remained still.

He sighed. Reaching for my feet but I swat his large hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” I spat but he was not surprised this time.

“Look, you don’t want me to touch you and that’s fine. But Tiera’s our medical expert and she’s not here right now. The longer you stay with that broken ankle the more it’s going to hurt and the healing would just be delayed, let me help you. Besides you can’t kill the usurper with a broken leg!”

My eyes shot at him. But he was right, my ankle had began to hurt even when I did not put any weight on it, and there more I left it without proper treatment, the worst it would become.

Cursing under my breath I raised my left leg and he took it by the heel almost immediately placing it on his thigh. I watched at the lathe Alpha unwrapped the bandage, doing it so carefully as if he actually cared if he caused me any pain.

I gasped when his hand pressed over the swollen part of my foot, but to my surprise it hurt a lot less as opposed to when I tried to massage the fracture myself.

For the next ten minutes I stayed silent, wincing every now and then when his hand hurt the fracture and hating the dim lighting of the room.

‘This one… I love his touch…’

My wolf sang in my head and I had to blink to get her out of my mind over and over again.

Lucean’s touch was warm, not harsh but gentle. It made me wonder what the hell was even going on, I hated this man, not more than I hated Ryker but yes I hated him too so how did I end up in a dim room with him, allowing him to touch my skin in the name of treating my broken ankle???

I was lost in my thoughts of how much I hated Lucean that I had barely noticed he had now switched from careful dabbed of pressure to long strokes that went from my ankle to my calf.

My mood shifted when his soft palm ran across the length of my leg, only stopping under my knee.

“Does that hurt?” He asked instantly, his voice caring.

“YES!” I said haughtily but in fact it was quite the opposite. I liked it, as irritating as it sounded to me I actually did like it. The contact his skin made with mine sent tingles of warmth through me.

I said nothing when he got to my thigh, his hand moving over my skin in the most gentle way while he stretched out my leg to set my ankle properly. I saw his hand move under my dress, mentally moaned when he ran his hand up my thigh.

My heart thrashed in my chest, heat rushing to my face with every stroke his hand made over my thigh and back to my sore foot.

And though I had done all I could to avoid looking at his face the moment my eyes met his golden orbs I felt it, the rush of heat between my legs, the sudden sensual urge and needs from my wolf that rapidly took over my being. The heat that rushed to my chest and made my breasts firm, my nipples standing on end. The pain had disappeared and now and all that I felt was his gentle touch and the way it lighted up the nerves in my body. The tingling in my belly as I felt my wolf’s urge for his.

And that’s when I snapped. I slapped his hand away, pushing myself to my feet and backing away from him until I hit the wall.

My heart thrashed wildly in my chest, my breath heavy in my lungs. What THE FUCK was I doing enjoying this mad-Alphas touch???

“Thank you.” I said at once. “I believe I’m fine now.”

He stood up, his eyes searching for mine but I pressed the side of my head to wall to hard to prevent me from even thinking about looking at him.

“Are you sure—”

“YES! I’m sure! And stop pretending like you even care!” I bit out tersely.

He took a step forward and some part of me wanted him to come all the way and pin me to the wall.

“You have to—”

“I’ll eat when I want to so you can leave NOW! Please…” I said between grit teeth, my mental battle between my wolfs longings for him and my adamant hate for this Alpha fought a wagering war in my head.

A contented sigh left my lips when I heard his footsteps retreat and once I heard the door close behind him I stripped off my clothes. Making clumsy footsteps for the shower and turning in the cold faucet over my face.

My body trembled when the icy cold water ran over my skin, the sudden change in temperature dampening the heat that swirled in my being from the Alphas touch.

It was only when I got out of the shower that I realized the truth.

Ryker was never going to stop hunting me, I was the only blood to my father over my pack which made me a threat to his rule, which meant I would not be safe from him no matter where I went to.

And, as loathe as I was to admit. I think I might have, just a little, but imprinted on Lucean.