Chapter 7: Chapter 7

MYRA

“Shit!” Myra blushed as she grabbed the sheets and threw them over her head. She heard him chuckle, followed by the closing of the door.

His soft footsteps echoed quietly in the room, signaling that he was still there and was approaching her bed. She shivered under the covers, and he laughed some more.

The sound only fueled her desires.

“Please, don’t stop on my account. Your scent has only intensified. And it’s heavenly, angel.”

Her vixen purred as his voice grew nearer.

Myra continued pressing her legs together so tightly that she feared they would snap off. Her hands trembled as she tried to control the need to touch herself and alleviate the ache.

She then felt him gently running his fingertip over her arm through the covers.

She gasped as the unexpected orgasm erupted from her. She whimpered and shivered as the sensation rocked through her.

He laughed once again and inhaled deeply. “Wow. By simply touching you?”

Myra pushed the covers off her face, completely embarrassed by her actions and determined to address him.

She gazed into the pair of pale gray eyes belonging to a tall, muscular, handsome stranger.

He didn’t seem like a stranger, though, more like home. Even her vixen, who was as weak as she was, uncharacteristically purred at him.

All coherent thoughts fled her as she sensed he was fighting for control with his animal spirit. Her vixen rolled onto her back, displaying her underbelly and whining in need.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She tried to sound unaffected by his presence.

“Denial is just a river in Egypt. You, my little angel, are mine.”

His words of ownership sent a shiver of need down her spine. The sound of his voice caused her body temperature to skyrocket. God, he smelled amazing.

Her vixen yipped in agreement as the rich scent of fresh linens, sea salt, and his natural earthy musk flooded her system.

Suddenly a rapid, almost panicked beeping filled the room. It reminded Myra that she was attached to a heart rate monitor.

Dr. Jade rushed into the room and snapped, “Alpha! Didn’t I say don’t overexert the girl?” She adjusted the IV in Myra’s arm.

“Angel, you need to calm down,” he said as he gently cradled her face. Instantly, her pulse slowed down. “That’s it. Breathe in and breathe out. Better?”

“We have much to talk about, but later. I believe this woman has a job to do.” He quickly kissed her on the forehead and exited the room to provide her some privacy.

SLOAN

~Shit. I was ready to claim her, right there in that hospital bed. To hell with whoever would have heard us.~ Sloan struggled to control his wolf.

Her intoxicating scent was now ingrained in his memory, especially the sweet, almost citrusy scent of her sex.

When he entered her room, he’d had every intention of introducing himself and discussing their future, particularly the events leading up to this Sunday’s full moon.

But that all went to hell as he gazed at the scene playing out before him. It was the most erotic nonintercourse experience of his life.

He stood frozen in the doorway, staring at her exposed legs and the hint of the hidden pleasures between her thighs, just waiting to be thoroughly explored by him.

When she started squirming and moaning, his wolf howled in discomfort.

All Sloan could do was stare in agony. His undoing was when her uninjured hand started its slow descent down her body.

He sensed that she had forgotten where she was, but he also knew that she was fully aware of his presence in the room.

Before her hand could reach its target, he spoke up. He chuckled at her reaction and decided to confirm his suspicions that she was near to climaxing by gently touching her hand.

Even the way her honey-colored eyes brightened in both sexual release and embarrassment fed his own arousal.

~What will you be like when I get you under me? ~he thought, adjusting his tightened pants.

“Alpha, you can go in now,” the nurse said as she exited with some covered medical instruments and a biohazard bag.

“Thank you.”

Reentering her room, Sloan found himself stopping in his tracks once again as he took in the beauty of his mate.

Myra was standing by the window, gazing out of it. It was clear to him that she wasn’t focusing on anything in particular in the garden outside.

The nurse had helped pull her messy curls into a bun on top of her head, and the clinic gown was two sizes too big for her.

Her scent had changed after her shower. Now her natural fragrance was overpowered by the hospital-grade soap.

“Damn, the soap is just as bad as the medication,” Sloan muttered, drawing her attention to him, away from the garden.

He stared into her eyes, and he felt only warmth, comfort, and the uncontrollable need to protect her with his life.

“I’m sorry?” she whispered.

“How are you feeling?” He slowly crossed the room to get closer to her.

Now that he knew she was his to claim, being around her felt like being one of a pair of magnets finally allowed to pull together.

Standing next to her, he realized how tiny she was. The top of her head barely reached his chest, forcing her to lift her head to look up at him.

The evening sun highlighted the freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks.

“What’s happening to me? Who are you?” she said breathlessly. Her eyes brightened, and the sweet, citrusy scent of her flooded his nostrils.

“My name’s Sloan Jamison. I’m the alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Nothing’s wrong with you.

“You’re just feeling the rush of hormones and the various chemical compositions that are associated with the pairing of mates, particularly when they’re near each other. I feel it too. Don’t worry.”

“But I can’t be your mate.”

It wasn’t a full rejection, but Sloan still felt a crushing pain, like he’d been sucker-punched in the gut.

“What I mean is, can alphas mate across species?”

“I don’t care about other alphas. The only person I care about is you. It broke me, seeing you lying on the ground bleeding out after the attack.

“But nothing can compare to your near rejection just now. It felt like a slap in the face.”

“What? No! I wasn’t rejecting you.” Myra panicked. She reached up and gently touched his bearded cheek. “I swear I wasn’t. Jesus, I’m bad at this.”

“We’re still ironing out the logistics of our pairing. But you should be more careful when you say certain phrases.”

“Classic me, brain-and-mouth filter failing at the least opportune time. So what happens now?”

He smiled as the image of them fucking like rabbits crossed his mind. He pulled her into a light embrace, and it felt like two jigsaw pieces fitting perfectly together.

“Now I have to court you and claim you by the next full moon.”

“Okay… and when is that?” she mumbled into his chest. He heard her purr as she nestled herself closer against his body and breathed in his scent.

“Sunday.”

She went still in his arms and looked up at him. “That’s…one, two, three, four, five! Five days from now,” she gasped.

“A very short courtship, I know. But if I don’t claim you by 10:15 p.m. on Sunday, another female could challenge you for the position as my omega and mate.”

“Fuck me.”

“Gladly.”