Her Nature

|Chapter 24|

"Wake up sleepyhead," I have no idea where this comfortableness came from. Since when could I be so informal with this behemoth of a man?

I used to tread lightly around him, not sure of how to act. Or maybe it was because I was afraid of how my body would react. I still can't get over the way he pulled my body flush against him last night. He had me and my resolution melting like cotton candy in a bowl of water.

What shocked me was how it calmed me enough to sleep. And when he tucked me under his chin and held me to him, I could have shed a tear at how safe and wanted I felt. I could feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest and into his.

His skin was so warm. Oh how I wish I didn't sleep with a shirt on so that I could have felt the taunt muscle of his chest against my soft flesh.

I felt the heartbeat pulse between my legs when I recalled how he had my leg tossed lazily over his hip. Just thinking of how close his cock was to my entrance made the downstairs flood and scared me at the same time. It pressed right up against me and it couldn't have felt better. Well, unless the clothes were gone. Knowing that he was the one to position me that way created a warmth in my chest.

No.

He's not available.

Except when I woke up he still had his iron grip on me. Strong hands gripped the meaty flesh of my behind and all I could think about was the sting he left there during our last encounter in the bed. I wasn't aware that I had held his face to my chest, but neither of us complained. The feather light touch of his nose just above my cleavage sent shivers through me.

Since when was a stubborn, grumpy alpha, so very fine, sharing a bed with little ole me. The cast away that no one knew or wanted. His exhaustion must have won out over his reluctance to sleep with me, he clung to the couch before I basically forced him to come upstairs.

The sensations he subjected to my senses drove me wild. I loved the hum of his primal growls vibrating into me. And the way his solid body felt when it was on top of me. He barely talked to me, but when we were alone, we struggled to keep our hands to ourselves. How could a beast be so tempting?

No, he didn't struggle. His wolf is the only reason we have touched intimately. He basically told me that his wolf wants me, not him. So why couldn't I keep myself from coming back for more of this addicting beast that didn't want me? Because I'm stupid, that's why.

He knows as much about me as there is. Okay maybe like ninety-nine percent. He doesn't know about my wolf, but no one else does either. Everything else about me, my nightmares, my fears, my life, he knows. I can't believe I spilled that all to him within basically the first week of meeting him.

Luciano consumes my every thought and doesn't even know it. The frequency of my thoughts abandoning their tracks and paving a path to him was unnerving. I even wore his clothes practically everyday as if we've been married for years. But I can blame that on Bonnie.

I know I shouldn't want him, but everything I do finds it's way back to him. Do I want him? Is what I'm feeling more than just a craving?

Don't think too much into it, Aura. Get the man to dinner before those kids dare sneak a bite before their alpha.

"Luciano," I spoke firmly, my hand reaching for his cheek.

I couldn't reach from my spot on the floor so I climbed onto the bed on my knees.

"Hey," I tried again louder leaning over him with one hand on the mattress. The tap to his cheek was light, I didn't want to be too rough. Who knows if he's angry or nice when he is woken up.

Similar to earlier, he groaned and reached for something. In this case, my other arm that supported me from falling. With a muffled yelp, my face flattened right on the mattress and he was pulling me to him again. Only this time he was asleep.