Chapter 131

Sarah POV

I lasted about an hour in bed before I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I kept seeing that perfect face, voice, and demeanor over and over like a video loop, and enough was enough.

I pulled out my phone. There was a photo of Thibodaux, looking lovely in a black cocktail dress, on my feed.

DoorstepBaby2: Wow! Did anyone see this alpha coming? ZOWIE!

GinnyWolf: Fickle! Fickle! Fickle! Sarah’s worth ten of her.

FatFreeGoodTime: Hey, it’s the way packs work. Astor’s fine, sure, but there’s a new alpha in town, Move over, bitch!! ;-)

GinnyWolf: No need to be crude.

Allisstoopid: Being crude is pretty much why most of us on our the internet.

MyHelperz: All I know iz Im in luv. Srsly. In luv. Have you seen dat ass? OMG. OMG.

WeDon’tHaveThatCopy: Is she going to be our new alpha mate to Alpha Zane? What does Sarah think about it?

MyTimes32: Who cares? Sarah can go fuck herself. Drop dead. Peace of shit, IYAM.

VerveVerve: I think we really need to ask ourselves how the pack is best served. She’s gorgeous and smart. WTF else do ppl want?

S: FOMO, most of you suck. Sara is da bomb.

S again, I thought with a sigh. That can’t mean anything good.

I made absolutely certain no one saw my in the hall or while I was slipping into Zane’s bedroom.

“Sarah?” he whispered as soon as the door was closed behind me.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” I asked hopefully.

“Goddess, no. Please come here to me.”

Sliding into the warm bed and his warmer arms was heaven. For several minutes we just lay there together with our arms around each other, and I seriously thought perhaps this was what heaven felt like: just this feeling for eternity. I was totally fine with that idea.

In time, in a long, languid time, his hands came down and cupped my butt, which became a very happy butt, and then we were pressed against each other. I groaned, and he made a noise that was probably a groan too, and then we were pressing together and back and then together again in an arousing rhythm.

I loved the way my arms and legs went almost limp, just as I loved the way his body relaxed against mine, like the weight of the world went away. I loved how his breathing went a little ragged, and I was thrilled when his arms held me even closer, as though he wanted me inside him just as he was about to be inside me.

“You’re like a drug,” Zane whispered in my ear. “The best kind of drug. I love touching you. I love being with you.”

“I’m quite fond of being with you too,” I managed to gasp out.

He reached down into my core then and played with my nub, seeming to enjoy the little ripples of pleasure through my body as much as I did, chuffing and moaning along with me.

This was just another reason I loved him, the way he seemed to enjoy my pleasure as much as I did. He warm hand, the right one, moved up and cupped my waist. It was another thing I loved, the way he would be touching me sexually but still touch me sensually.

He made it seem he loved everything about my body, and I did my best to do the same, kissing along his chin and down his neck, squeezing my legs around his trim waist, running my hands through his dark, crisp hair, moaning into his mouth my pleasure and my love.

Goddess, I loved him so much. I felt drunk and dizzy and disoriented and loved every minute.

“It’s OK,” he said, jarring me slightly. “We’re all OK.”

I came out of my foggy moment to realize I was being a little frantic. I tried to laugh and ease up, but all I really knew was that I wanted his body as close to me as we could manage.

“I know we’re OK,” I whispered. “But I just want you so much.”

He placed his hands beside me and lifted me up and against his body. His strength thrilled me, I confess, as much as his gentleness soothed me. I couldn’t get used to the extraordinary care he showed over every touch, the way he kissed me like I was something precious, the way he touched me like it was a privilege.

I wanted to do the same back, but I didn’t know how. Wouldn’t my softer touches be seen as tentative? Wouldn’t my firmed touches be seem as demanding?

I wanted to kiss him all over in the darkness that surrounded us, but woud he know what those kisses meant?

“I want you too, I promise,” he said, and it seemed so easy for him. “I want you all the time.”

Something in me asked, “So, you don’t want someone else here? Someone better?”

He looked into me eyes and entered me. The sensation of being filled was delicious, and I felt the whisper of touch as my eyes fluttered shut.

“You are all I want,” he said softly into my ear. “You’re everything I want.”

“But if you found a perfect mate? Someone fated for you?” Goddess, why was I asking these questions? I didn’t want to know the answers.

He hushed me and thrust deeply inside me even as his fingers worked me in front. “There’s no one better.

“I know you’re scared. I know you worry about what else I might find, but I don’t want you to. I don’t want to think about you being scared like that.”

He kissed me, his tongue curling around mine, and he tasted like sunlight and freedom. I laughed at the thought, but I still meant it.

“I don’t believe in fate,” he said then, his voice sounding like he way standing somewhere far away while his body owned mine. “I believe in knowing what I know, and I know I want to be with you.”

“And I with you,” I gaped, feeling electricity along my fingers, my nipples, my spine, my toes. I came on him inside me, and I could not have felt better with drugs.

He was my drug, I thought, and I was his.

As fulfilled as my body felt, my mind gnawed on that thought and wouldn’t let go.

Would being Zane’s drug of choice be enough? Was what I felt for him be enough?

Did what either of us wanted personally be anything at all against what was best for the pack?