How much can love save?
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Leila is torn between keeping away from her mate and saving her Pack. She believes staying away from him is best for the both of them. But the only way she stands a chance at protecting the people she loves is if she accept...
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~NATASHA
At dinner, Max sat across me as usual. We stole glances and smiles from one another when no one was watching. Surprisingly, the dessert was a strawberry cheesecake with lots of strawberry toppings. A smile involuntarily took its place on my lips. I looked at Max, whose eyes widened at the dessert, then me.
"Fucking strawberries..." I mouthed at him and a small smirk formed on his lips.
I didn't know where I got the courage to taunt him when I picked up a strawberry and slowly put it on my mouth, pretending to enjoy the taste of it. His eyes narrowed at me with a menacing grin. I saw him swallow.
He devoured his piece of cake, all the while looking at me and I felt self-conscious and flushed. My skin prickled under his gaze.
I looked to see if anyone was watching but apparently Nick and Leila had their own play with their eyes. Of course, it was pouring rain, everyone wanted to just get it over with dinner and lock themselves up in their rooms.
When everyone started excusing themselves to their rooms, I escaped Max's clutches and ran to my room.
I gasped when I opened the door and his scent hit me. He stood by the painting that was yet to be done.
"How did you get here fast?"
"Fast." He pointed out.
Of course.
He raised a bottle. "Bath salts. Your brother was generous enough when I inquired about it from him." He turned to me at the door. "It'll help with the sore muscles." He put it on the table nearby and started slowly towards me. "Aren't you gonna enter into your room?"
I was still standing at the door, afraid of sharing four walls with him, when I knew what I'd done.
"I am." I slowly walked back out. "Just waiting for you to leave."
He smirked and my gaze went to his lips. "Already tired of me, darling mate?"
Butterflies stormed in my gut. "No. Just tired of everything for now. Everything in me is tired." I blabbered.
I stopped a few feet from my door and he stopped exactly at the door frame, still looking at me. "I'm surprised you're afraid of the effects of your own doing. Where's the female that was taunting me on the table with everyone around?"
I knew it!
"Would it have been a sin to put you on that table, cover you in that cake and lick it from your skin?" He stepped towards me again but surprisingly, my feet were rooted.
"I thought you didn't like strawberries." I teased shakily
"You know what they do to me...especially when they come from you."
"So are you going to break my muscles more as payback?"
"No. I'm gonna do this..."
I was taken aback when his lips landed on mine, passionate and hungry. A delicious sound came out of him and my knees buckled. I didn't realize I released a moan in response. His hands roamed on my torso, and I rested mine on his broad shoulders. His tongue urged at me and I opened my mouth for him, letting him taste and explore. The floor disappeared under my feet with overwhelming desire, until...
