Alle Kapitel von Alpha Maddox's Mortal Temptation : Kapitel 221 – Kapitel 230

Slowly, keeping his eyes on my mouth, he lets go of me.“Let me guess: because you didn’t want to needlessly upset me in case it didn’t turn out to be true.” I sprawl against the backrest. “Withholding information to avoid hurting people. Reminds me of something or someone was recently criticized for doing— ”His palm slides to my neck. Tightens in a threatening curve at my nape.I laugh, unfazed. “It’s okay, Zane. I forgive you.”“Aw. Thank you,” he says, parroting me. But his expression is somber. “Remember your interview? Those people outside of the studio?”“Not really. What— ” I gasp. “The man with the sign. Yelling something about . . . reborn flesh?”He nods. “His talking points hit a little too close. I asked Amanda to track him, but it was Human territory, in the middle of a crowd. She couldn’t shift and she lost him.”“I see. How many children were there in the cult?”Zane presses his lips together, clearly worried, and my entire body hurts with how much I care for him.I w

“Oh my God.” The sound I let out is indecent. So outrageously shameless, I have to close my eyes and pretend it wasn’t mine.It’s just— nothing has ever felt as good as being licked by Zane, there. Even if the act was clearly not meant to be seductive. In fact, it was more akin to someone tasting a dish to check if they added the right amount of salt.And there must be something wrong with the flavor profile. Because he mutters a low, deep, soulful, “Fuck.”His tone is like a wrecking ball hitting my belly. It jolts me awake, clears my head some, and . . . What the hell am I doing, coming on to Zane like this? Am I out of my mind?I must be. “Is it happening? Am I dying?”He exhales a soundless laugh that’s as clear a no as anything.I turn around in his arms. Find his cheeks dark with blood. “What, then?”“You’ll be okay,” he promises, breathing nearly as fast as me. “It’s going to pass. Are you in pain?”I’m far past lying. I look him in the eye and admit, “No, but I’m afraid that

I’m not aware of being laid down on the bed, in his arms, pressed to him. My nerve endings are unresponsive for a while, but once I’m able, I turn around, luxuriating in the feeling of my bare chest against his, skin to skin, nearly close enough to—The brain haze clears at once. What just happened hits me like a sucker punch. I’m nauseous.Spinning.I practically forced Zane to—He’s the Alpha of the Northwest, and he shouldn’t—He can’t— but I—“It’s okay.” He kisses my forehead. I try to push away, but his grip is unbreakable. “Anna. It’s fine.”“But I— ”“You didn’t.”“Yes. I— ”“No.”“You don’t even know what I— ”“I can read your mind, remember?”He can’t. He doesn’t. But I feel myself relax against him anyway, too tired to fight. And since we’re already so close, since he doesn’t seem to mind too much, I hike my leg up his hip, uncaring of the sticky cotton between my thighs.My knee meets the scalding length of his cock. For the first time in my life, I fully comprehend th

I nodShe seems relieved. When she resumes speaking, most of the awkwardness has melted away, and I realize that the tense atmosphere was due to her awareness that Zane is, by law, not allowed to touch me.Her newfound directness is refreshing. “The main symptom of Estrus is that you’ll want to have sex. A lot. So much so, it might be hard to engage in any other activity. Some people equate the experience to being intoxicated, but that has a negative connotation many healthcare professionals reject. Estrus is its own unique state. You will be able to make decisions. The brain fog and arousal noise will just make it hard to think of the consequences and delay gratification. This will last for anywhere from two to five days. You will spend this time alone with a chosen partner, or partners, depending on your preferences.”The idea of allowing anyone but Zane to touch me is ludicrous, but I nod anyway.“Estrus often accentuates sexual behaviors. For instance, you might find yourself want

I SPEND THE DAY ALONE IN THE CABIN, WITH FREQUENT VISITS from the Weres patrolling the surrounding area. A couple of them I know. Several introduce themselves. All of them are naked. I must be adapting well to the Northwest lifestyle, because I barely notice.They check in, see if I need anything. Ask the same questions, in the same order, with the same wording, which may take away some of the spontaneity but makes them feel even more like the proxies of the man who sent them.I talk on the phone with Daisy, then Daisy and Seraphine, then just Seraphine. It’s hard not to share that I’m not yet headed for the mushroom suit. Can’t tell them about the sequel if you didn’t let them watch the original.I putter around the house. Clean the sheets. I’m not hungry, but I open the fridge anyway, just to glance affectionately at the still prominently placed unicorn waffles. I play the piano, sure it’s silently cringing at how ghostly I pale in comparison to its owner. I try not to think about Z