Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret (Leah and Aaron) novel Chapter 329

AXEL

Awareness creeps in slowly when she stirs, shifting against me.

I tighten my hold, dragging her a little closer, my wolf rumbling contentedly.

I’m still half asleep, but I don’t want to fully wake up yet.

I want to stay right here like this, and not let the rest of the world intrude.

I know there’s some reason why things shouldn’t be this simple, but my mind is shying away from it, turning me back toward the pull of sleep and comfort.

Then she shifts again, this time rolling over and snuggling into my chest.

Sleepily, lazily, my mouth seeks out hers, and the kiss is languid and so good.

She makes a happy noise, a little sigh that turns into a breathless moan, and that’s all my wolf needs.

He wants his mate, and it sends a hard bolt of lust through me, chasing away the last fog of sleep.

By the time I realize what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with, I’m already on top of Emily, kissing her deeply, my hips rocking into hers, my cock straining against my underwear, seeking the tight, wet heat of her body.

Emily moans again and it only stirs my wolf into a mating frenzy.

I tell myself I have to stop.

This can’t happen—it’s already happening, but it can’t go any further.

Except it’s like my logical mind is detached from my body.

It’s my wolf, I think. He’s managed to wrest just enough control from me that it’s not forcing the shift, but his will and need for his mate is overriding my common sense that knows nothing good can come of me and Emily being together.

Not to mention the fact that Aaron said he would kill me.

I mean, I’m not worried about that. But I am worried about forsaking the vow I made to him.

Aaron is the first person I’ve truly liked and respected for hundreds of years.

I don’t want to have to kill him because my wolf made me lose control and I did the one thing he warned me not to.

Well, actually, it’s too late.

Aaron would kill me if he knew what I was doing with his sister right now.

But he doesn’t have to ever find out.

As long as I can get my damned wolf under control, and he doesn’t do something moronic that’ll condemn both of us.

Like impulsively mating the one person we absolutely cannot be mated with.

I’m fighting a losing battle against myself, because even I can’t deny how good it is, having my mate underneath me, plunging my tongue into her mouth, palming the sweet peaks of her breasts through her clothes while she writhes underneath me.

Then I start thinking, well, we’ve already gone this far.

I’ve tasted the nectar of her body. I know how good it is.

What does it matter if we go just a little further?

If I maybe just enjoy seeing her go over that edge one more time?

Just as I’m letting myself go a little, just when I think I’m about to throw caution to the wind and strip her out of her clothes until she’s splayed naked across my bed, my phone starts ringing on the bedside table.

It actually takes my lust-addled brain several long seconds to figure out what the noise is.