Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Goosebumps

Who the fuck calls a man when he’s about to have sex? Glorious, restraint-wielding, new-body sex?

Damn it, I’d just gotten him in the mood after all his avoidance and hesitation. I worked hard. Hustled. Busted my new, fantabulous ass.

The universe has to be fucking with me at this point.

No.

I shouldn’t blame the universe.

The blame’s definitely on Logan fucking Everett and his lack of sexual priorities.

I glare daggers at his back as he stalks away from the bed—away from me.

I’m still cuffed and completely helpless. The leather restraints dig into my wrists as I strain against them, my body still thrumming with need. The mattress creaks in protest as I tug and twist.

The restraints don’t even pretend to break. They’re just solid and well-constructed, because of course they are. The man’s rich. He’s not going to buy some restraints off TEMU.

No, he had to go get fancy ones.

I’m pretty sure, if I yanked hard enough, the shitty cheap ones from any local porn place would break.

"You can’t just leave me here!" I hiss.

His priorities are awful right now. See if I offer to suck his dick.

Spoiler: I won’t.

Not even if he begs.

Well... maybe if he begs.

But only if he does it well.

Logan doesn’t even turn around as he answers the call. It takes only three seconds for his broad shoulders to go rigid, his spine straightening. The change is subtle but immediate—he’s not my horny werewolf anymore. He’s something else.

Sergeant Everett, not Logan.

All thoughts of sucking his dick slip out of my head and fly away, bookmarked for later. Way later.

"Yes," he says, his voice clipped and hard.

My irritation fizzles. I’ve seen Logan annoyed, playful, seductive, and furious—but this is different. There’s a stillness to him now, like he’s in the middle of a hunt.

Not a very successful one.

My curiosity is not only piqued, it’s salivating to know more. Of course, it’s not easy to get what you want.

"When?" Another curt word. His free hand curls into a fist at his side.

I strain to hear the voice on the other end, but it’s useless. Just a faint electronic murmur from across the room. Logan paces two steps, then stops, his gaze fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance.

The humming between my thighs doesn’t instantly vanish—my body’s still a traitor that way—but something cold crawls up the back of my neck. Goosebumps prickle my skin. Not the fun, ooh I like that kind, but more like oh shit there might be a bear in this bush.

You know what I mean?

It’s different, okay.

He grunts.

Oh, now he remembers I’m here, tied up and waiting for his dick to come play.

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