The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 145

Laila’s POV

I shouldn’t feel the way I did. I was playing with fire, telling Jason to look at me when he had already threatened that to do so would mean he would kiss me.

Maybe it was gratitude driving my feelings. The man had just basically saved Ava’s life.

Maybe it was lingering horniness left over from our passionate sex. At least, it had been passionate on my end. His feelings had been unfairly enhanced. I didn’t think he was drugged now though.

Yet we were both acting like we were passionate youths, kind of like how we were in the past as teenagers.

Then maybe it was our shared history that made me want his kiss, even if I had done my best to pry those feelings out of me over

the past six years.

I didn’t know the driving force behind this need in me, I only knew that it existed. I wanted him to turn around and kiss me, even right here in the middle of this hospital hallway.

Slowly, Jason turned. His eyes met mine and in his, twin fires burned, melting me down to my core. All of his muscles went tight, his entire body tense as if he was preparing for war.

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I loosened my grip and lowered my arm, but he did not chase it.

He might have threatened to kiss me, but he seemed to be holding himself back now.

Oddly, that left me feeling disappointed.

I was so confused.

“You don’t know what you are saying,” he said.

“Maybe you don’t,” I replied.

He swallowed hard, then tore his gaze away, looking at the wall to his left, my right. If he had the power to do have burned a hole straight through it.

So,

his gaze would

His profile was so attractive. He could have been chiseled from marble, but even the great masters of old would have failed capture his actual beauty.

I’d always thought so. For a while, I had pushed those thoughts from my mind, but they came roaring back now.

difficult, Shaking my head slightly, I tried to show the same amount of control that he was showing. It was difficult, particularly when some memories came flashing through my mind.

He had taken me so thoroughly, I didn’t know if I would ever be whole again.

And in my deepest fantasies, I wanted to feel him again.

I would admit that to no one, not even myself – except during warm showers, when I would snake my fingers between my thighs and try to mimic the feel of his tongue against my clit. Always – always – it would be lacking.

There was nothing that could beat the real thing. No one, not even myself, could elicit such pleasure from my body as Jason could. That likely wouldn’t change until the day I died.

But sex had never really been our problem. And I had to consciously force those other problems to the forefront of my mind now, to cut off this lust that threatened to overwhelm me.

For one thing, we were in a hospital.

For two, Jason was still engaged. To Brittany.

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And three, nothing about our past had been properly cleared up. I had still been cast out in favor of Brittany. If I wasn’t careful, that was going to happen again.

I stood very still and kept my hands to myself.

Jason’s POV

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