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.

She rubs her wrist and glares at me as she scrambles to her feet.

She looks like she’s about ready to launch right into a fight, but I don’t have the patience for it.

I’m angry and frustrated myself, at my own lack of control, at my wolf trying to force my hand, and I won’t bother deny that the fact I didn’t get to fuck Emily is twisting me up inside with unresolved lust.

“Go downstairs and have breakfast,” I tell her in a harsh voice.

Her eyes narrow dangerously, but before she can say anything, I turn my back on her and stalk across the room, going into the bathroom and slamming the door behind myself.

For a moment there’s silence on the other side of the door and I find myself holding my breath.

My wolf—and my unstated body—hopes she’ll barge in her and pick a fight or pick up where we left off.

If she steps foot into this bathroom, I won’t be held accountable for what happens next.

However, after a long moment, I hear the outer bedroom door open and then slam as she leaves like I told her to.

I breathe a sigh of relief and then go turn on the shower faucets.

I should have known handcuffing Emily into my bed was a bad idea, but I hadn’t counted on the lengths my wolf would go to in order to claim it’s mate.

I don’t like feeling this out of control.

And I don’t like feeling as if I can’t even trust my own wolf.

If things keep going like this, I might have to do something extreme to regain control of myself and the situation.

One way or another, I will restrain my wolf.