“I think you’re pushing the outer limits of how long an Alpha can go without leaving their room,” Elijah whispers in my ear the next evening. The feeling of his breath on my neck makes my hair stand up on end as he traces a line on my side with one finger.
“I thought that’s why I became Alpha, so I can do whatever I want,” I sigh. We are laying in bed. We both slept in after the excitement of the night before, but as the day wore on, we made excuse after excuse not to part.
Love has turned you into a big ole softie, huh? Petra snickers.
You weren’t acting so hard a few hours ago when you told me I should stay because, and I quote ‘Mason is the only meal you need’.
That was lust, not love. Also, I’m hungry. That is a good point. I am hungry.
“Maybe we should get dinner,” I acknowledge
