Chapter Eighteen - Memories.
Alpha Del’s Point of View.
What am I doing?
Hell, I just couldn’t hold back, and now my lips are on hers. The taste of her is driving me crazy. Apollo is howling in my head with the joy of claiming his victory. I should stop this, talk to her, and explain that I am not sure if we should do this, or accept each other. But the soft mewl she makes as I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, as she parts them for me, takes away the last of my sanity. I am unable to make a coherent thought even if I try, she is all-consuming, invading every part of me.
My tongue invades her open lips, swirling around, touching hers, exploring her sweet mouth. A low growl of approval rumbles in my throat, as her fingers roam through the short strands of my hair. My hand cu
