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"Yes?" His deep voice growls. It's so deep, so velvety. I can feel myself getting aroused. Aroused in ways I've never felt before.
"I was told to come and speak to you abou...
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Slater Devor's POV
Three months. Jackson left me three months ago. How the fuck can I blame him? I fucked another woman in front of him. That type of pain, I'd rather have someone murder me in cold blood. If he had fucked someone else, even before we knew each other, before he even knew what I meant to him, I'd have mauled the bastard that touched him. Slit their fucking throat and watch them choke on their own blood. The idea fucking disgusts me. He's mine.
He's always been mine. He'll always be mine. I know I'm an ass. How could I deny someone as beautiful as him? He has this way about him. When he's not around me, he's so calm and collected. He's level headed and realistic. He's got this spark about him, his eyes glint when he's dominated, he doesn't listen to rules or submit. He's a natural born Sigma. He doesn't seek peoples approval or their opinion of him. A lone wolf that doesn't want social attention. A ladies man with this certain charisma. Then when he's with me, he loses all composure.
He can't help it. He fights it and let's that rebellious streak in him come out but he craves having me, gets desperate to submit and obey my demands. Fuck, when that sexy face of his challenges me, all I want is to shove myself down his throat, force those pretty little lips around me and choke him until he's crying and begging me with his eyes. Fuck. Look at me, throbbing in my fucking jeans for him.
I'm throbbing and aching to have that man around me. Something I never thought I'd want so badly. It's the way he looks at me. Makes me want to pound into him until he's screaming my name. The first and only man I've ever wanted. Women never have satisfied me, yet I never let my mind convince me that I didn't want them. I forced myself to believe that a woman's touch was the only touch a man should want. I'm an Alpha. I'm a King. I'd be weak to want a man. I'd be a fucking bitch.
Look at me now. It's almost laughable. Begging for another man to touch me. It humiliated me for months. Every thought of him mortified me. The things I wanted to do to him. Fuck, the things I still want to do to him. He makes me so horny. Every second of every day I just want to be balls deeps inside him, hearing him whimper and moan, begging me, pleading me, goddess there's no one else sexier than him. He's a gift. A blessing any wolf could ask for.
I just want to protect him. I fuck everything up with him. I had suspicions about his family, I've known rumours since the Fraternity, but I never knew how bad. I had his dad murdered the second we got out of that room. Abuse is a death sentence in pack law. I couldn't give a fuck if his dad doesn't know what wolves are, I do and I have the power to invoke pack law whenever I fucking want to. I don't care who likes it or not. I'll never tell him, he never has to know. It's my job to keep him safe. I have to do what I can to protect him.
I love him. Goddess do I love him. I've never loved anyone. Never even come close to feeling those words. Not until I met him. I let my pride get in the way of loving him. I let myself feed off of rumours and opinions. Let myself believe that I'm less of a man if I have Jackson. I let myself get driven by fear. The more I'm with him, the more I realise that I love him more than power or authority. He's what brings me happiness.
