I stand before the door to Cyrus's office, bouncing on the balls of my feet and taking deep breaths. Why am I so goddamn nervous? All I need to do is knock, go in, apologize for being a bitch about him helping Oliver shift, and be on my merry way. It's not a big deal.
But when I think about how we haven't had a proper conversation since our little rendevous that Xavier so awkwardly interrupted, I get all hot and bothered—sexually and anxiety-wise. I am constantly thinking about Cyrus, about how his mouth felt on my lips, on my body, and I want more. I want more of his laughs, his smiles, his sweet words. The way he makes me feel. The only obstacle is myself and my stupid habit of running away from him.
I raise my hand to knock for the fifth time, before chickening out once again. Fuck, what is wrong with m—
"That scared of me?" the deep voice of my mate comes from behind me and I jump, whipping around in surprise.
"Cyrus? Oh, well, I was--"
"About to leave because you weren't brave enough to knock on my door?" he smirks, canines glinting so attractively I swear I almost jump him right there. The moon goddess knew what she was doing, giving me a mate like him.
"Hmph, just let me in," I try to brush off my embarrassment at being caught in my cowardice.
He leans forward, back pressing to mine as he unlocks the door. I can barely stop myself from pushing back against him and grinding my ass up against his crotch.
My wolf urges me on, and it takes everything in me to shut him out and enter the office. I watch as Cyrus follows in after me, closing the door and striding to his desk. My gaze trails over every mouthwatering bit of his body. His shirt is tight and black, outlining his pectorals and abdomen in a way that makes me absolutely feral. How can someone be so built? So sculpted to perfection?
"What brings you by, my moon?" he breaks me out of my horny daze, pulling my attention to where he sits at his desk.
"I... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry,"
He raises a thick, dark brow. "For what?"
"You know..." I wring my hands together, pacing awkwardly across the room, "for how I acted the other day when Oliver shifted for the first time. I was a bit bitter that you were the one that got to be there. I'm used to being the only one to like, celebrate his milestones with him. And it's not that I feel you're replacing me in any way, it's just—"
"Koa." He cuts me off before I spiral. "The reason Oliver wanted to shift so badly was to impress you. He wanted to surprise you, which is why he asked for my aid. Things didn't work out as planned, but that was truly his intention,"
Oh.
I feel like a complete and utter jerk for being all snappy now. Not that I didn't already feel bad before.
"I—thank you. That's very sweet. I don't think I tell you enough how much I appreciate you being in his life. He's never had an alpha that... he could look up to,"
"You don't have to thank me. I enjoy it. He is the child of my mate, and it's a given that I will protect and provide for him as I do you," he crosses his arms in the hottest, most masculine way that flexes his muscles and I think I just might melt. How can he say such sweet things at the drop of a hat?
"E-even still, I shouldn't have taken out my disappointment on you like that. I've been wanting to apologize," I chew my lip, sparing a glance at him through my lashes.
Those ice blue eyes of his are glinting in amusement and I feel my cheeks heat. "I'm quite used to your attitude by now, little wolf, trust me."
"Just accept the apology!" I huff, clenching my fists in mortification at his teasing.
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The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]
RomanceKoa is sick of being an omega. The alphas in his pack treat his kind as objects solely for breeding and pleasure. He does everything to protect his son, Oliver, and prevent the little boy from becoming like the alphas he despises. But when the cruel...