Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Pleasurable Mistake

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Chapter 287

~Ella’s POV~

Caleb froze for a second or two before responding, his hands finding my waist as he deepened the kiss.

My brain short-circuited, every logical thought replaced by primal need.

He tasted like sin and smelt divine, and his touch ignited a fire in my core.

I couldn’t get enough.

I pressed against him—his hard body a perfect contrast to my soft curves. My tongue tangled with his, the kiss growing heated.

’What am I doing?’ I thought, my conscience finally coming to the rescue as reality struck me like a bucket of cold water, causing me to pull back, my eyes wide with horror abruptly.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over me.

"I—I’m sorry," I stammered and apologised, covering my mouth with the back of my hand as I backed away. "That was a mistake."

Caleb looked amused, his lips quirking into a smirk. "If that’s what your mistakes look like, I wouldn’t mind you making more of them."

My face burnt as I turned and fled, my heart pounding in my chest.

What the hell had I just done? I was kissing him while pretending he was Noel.

Fuck!

What the hell was wrong with me?

My brain barely had enough time to rethink my situation when Caleb’s lips pressed against mine again.

My mind was too busy screaming at the top of its lungs, yet my body didn’t seem to care.

It reacted to his touch.

Instinctively, my eyes fluttered closed as his fingers caressed the curve of my hips, and a soft moan escaped me.

My stomach was tied in knots, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest. Caleb’s kiss was intoxicating, and his scent filled my nostrils, clouding my thoughts.

I was getting dizzy.

Caleb’s lips moved from mine to the base of my throat, sending a shiver down my spine. And then all I could see was Styles and his scent overwhelmed me.

Without warning, my hands were pinned above my head, and my back was pressed against the wall as he deepened it.

My wolf was purring contentedly, and my body arched into his, the need to be touched by him overwhelming me.

This wasn’t right.

This wasn’t me.

As the thought registered, I shoved Caleb off and bolted, leaving him confused.

"Ella," he called out. "What the fuck?"

I ignored him, racing towards the direction I believed led to the packhouse.

But I was so wrong, so, so, so wrong.

It did not take me long to get lost. I was fucking lost, and there was no sign of the packhouse or even a soul.

Fuck, why had I drunk that wine? Cursing my luck, I suppressed the urge to scream out my frustration. Why had I kissed Caleb?

And an alpha at that.

He wasn’t Styles.

I was playing with a raging fire and could get so burnt but how could I not?

Instinctively, I reached for my lips, my fingers feeling his soft lips pressed against mine and immediately I recalled everything.

Why the hell did I run off?

What the fuck was wrong with me?

There was a faint rustle of leaves, and I paused, my pulse racing. Was someone there?

I sniffed the air, and a familiar scent hit me.

My heart sank as Caleb stepped out from behind a tree, his eyes glowing with amusement.

"Running into trees won’t solve your problem, Ella," he teased.