The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 92

“Shame…”

He breathes deep and sultry,

“I quite liked the sound of “Raizel’ coming from your lips.”

I fight back a moan, tensing my legs as he swayed us closer together. The burning sensation of his

touch igniting my inner desires. The hold he has on me turning possessive as his hand greedily ran up

and down my waist. Learning my body as I did his.

“I don’t think its professional for two Alphas to address each other without their titles.”

I say quickly, knowing if he prolonged this sweet torture I would lose myself completely. Raizel smiles

against my skin. His soft breath hitting my skin as he laughed.

“I suppose you’ll just have to make an exception then?”

Rolling my bottom lip in between my teeth, I sigh contentedly when his lips trailed down to shoulder.

Planting a butterfly kiss along the curve, I nod absentmindedly.

“I suppose I do.”

Raizel gives me another kiss, pulling back until our foreheads pressed together.

“You will be the death of me, Selene.”

Pressing a light kiss to my forehead, he shoots me a genuine smile. His hands firm on my waist as we

stop dancing completely and just stand in the center of the dance floor.

“I know you will.”

“I feel something for you.”

Raizel whispers into my ear as he dips me down. His hand holds my waist firmly so that I don’t fall but

we never break eye contact in the midst of it all. Everything behind him went a blur. My breathing

circulation cuts off from his sudden revelation, putting into words his view of me.

“I know that I need you, Selene. But the question is-”

He pulls me back up, my chest pressing flat against his, thus eliminating any space between us. His

heart pounding with mine intertwining into one whole beat. The rhythmic dancing of our hearts. making

us one in a way I didn’t know possible. The hand that held my waist was still there as he squeezed the

patch of exposed skin on my back. I repress a gasp when his other hand that once held onto mine

delicately ran over my fabric cladded hip to the slit of my dress. He lightly caressed my bare thigh with

his hot, slim fingers.

I tremble in his hold as the very same fingers soar higher and higher up my leg, getting impossibly

closer to the band of my underwear. His dark eyes flooded with carnal desire as he stopped his fingers

just mere centimeters from the lace. Goosebumps pecked my skin from where his touch. mapped out.

Trails of his presence marked invisibly on my body in the form of his scent.

Then suddenly, he curls his fingers, urging my leg to wrap around his waist. And mindlessly, I do. It

doesn’t occur to me the kind of position we were throwing ourselves in. Or the fact that we had an

audience who fell witness to our hypnotic daze to one another. My leg h oo ks around his hips, my heat

shamelessly rubbing against him. It took us a moment to understand the gratification of the dangers

that little gesture posed.

The kind of temptation it derived from our souls.

Sparks, tingles, pure satisfaction from his hips grinding against mine shock through my veins. I hold

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back a groan as we simultaneously shudder from the contact. My effect on him just as extensive as his

effect on me. His grip on my hip got tighter with the clench of his jaw.

“do you want me just as much?”

He asks, nudging my forehead against his. He abandoned the lust so clearly hazing his eyes just

moments ago. All my thoughts of protesting being tossed in the deeper crevices of my mind. Where the

hell did my will go? Where was the fire that urged me to stay away from Raizel? The logical thinking

that told me this was not going to work? That there was too many at stake?

It ceased to matter the moment he came in.

I inwardly groan at the inner voice in my head. My logical and instinctive sides clashing with one

another at the situation at hand. My wolf was going crazy as she ran around in circles. The adrenaline

pumping inside both she and I, overexciting her. She was more than supportive on what was going on

right now. She was practically living for this moment. Though I should feel wrong, I don’t.

Its not my words that ring inside my head, it’s Williams’ and Elizabeth’s words that circled through my

mind.

If I want him, take him.

Raizel had no mate and apparently it wasn’t bad of me to claim him. But something in his tone and the

way he said these words made me uneasy. Like they were hiding something much bigger than what

they let on. I knew they did, but I had not a single clue as to what.

I wanted this man.

I felt my desire for him in every atom composing my body.

Every single thought of mine revolved around him and what it would feel like to have him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Raizel.”

My leg unwraps around him, but he keeps me close. His hands hover near my waist.

I breathe out h o a rsely, finding my grip around him. My hands flattened and smoothing his chest,

running up slowly and sensually until they reached the curve of his shoulders. The softness of the

fabric binding his body feeling silky under my touch. Gently, I slid my hands along the shape of his

shoulders until they wove around his neck. His lips twitched, his fingers digging into my sides.