Her Rogue

14. Selfish Alpha

"What?"

"Shut the fuckup, please, Malcolm." He calmly says again, as if I was a child.

I huff, trying to not laugh, his words barely registering in my mind. 

The balls of this wolf.

I look around and see that everybody has left us alone. Did my grandma really trust me to be alone with my mate without me killing him?

"You have some audacity, Malcolm," I finally say, not really knowing what to do or where to look.

"I can say the same to you, Angie," I raise an eyebrow, finally looking at him in those incredible grey eyes. 

"You dare reject your mate, gift from the Goddess, before making yourself vulnerable and let me see you."

He was entrancing me with his eyes, slowly getting nearer with each word. I no longer could breathe, I was trapped by his eyes and his soft voice.

"Answer me this, Angie," He asks me, our faces mere inches of one another, his heavenly smell making my body move for itself. 

I wonderingly nod, wanting to get closer to him, waiting for him to finally touch me with his hand that was just barely feathering my cheek. 

"Am I that repulsive to you?"

The question surprised me, what was I suppose to answer? 

My eyes were trying to look for the answer, hoping it would be written in his face. 

Alas, I am not lucky. 

He sees my uneasiness and gives me sad smile.

"Do you really want me gone?" He asks again, softly, as if not to scare me. 

I frown at him, my wolf and something else that I couldn't decipher, kicking in.

"No!" I blurt out without thinking, a small regret creeping from behind. 

But there was something else that had crept inside my mind without my consent: I didn't want him to leave me! 

I don't want that.

Sybilla rolled her eyes at me, not shocked at all that I thought that. 

As if she knew before me.

And with that, I knew I was royally fucked.

How much of an asshole could I be? 

One side wants to reject him and be done with all this drama, the other just wanted to kiss the fuck out of him.

So I did the later, like the selfish Alpha I was.

And he didn't even fight me on this. 

He quickly took control of it and grabbed my hips, trying to stop me from a move too much or escape. 

And because I never liked losing control, even less when kisses were involved, I freed myself from his arms and jumped, clasping my legs on his waist. 

Not even controlling the movement of my hips grinding against him.

I hear him moan in between my lips, making me grin.

I feel him lose some balance and fall down on the floor, with me still on top. 

"Are you okay?" I ask him, trying hard not to laugh.

"Shut up," He says back, soft laughter from both of us, clasping one of his hand on my cheek and one on my ass, pushing me to another brutal kiss.

His tongue is so addicting, Goddess, what have you done?