An Alpha for the Alpha
He plants his free hand on his hip, “I am trying to be of assistance to your mission or operation or whatever you want to call it, and you're talking about kissing me!"
"Not precisely. I am actually talking about you kissing me," I chuckle.
His mouth falls open, “You must be insane.”
"Probably,” I agree, closing the distance between us, “I certainly haven't acted this way in a rather long while.”
He looks up into my face, his mouth trembling as he whispers, “You haven't?”
I shake my head solemnly, “You have a very odd effect on me, Little Alpha.”
‘I can explain that,’ My wolf chimes in.