Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

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With my hands on his chest, Arthur gently backs me against the bathroom sink. He lifts me slightly so I’m sitting on the edge of the cool porcelain. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, pulling him closer as his mouth trails down my neck.

“Are you sure you want this?” he murmurs against my collarbone. “We don’t have to-”

“I want this,” I breathe, threading my fingers through his hair. “I need this.”

When he pulls back to look at me, I gasp softly. His eyes are glowing–that vibrant, toxic green that only appears when his wolf is close to the surface. It’s always been a turn on, seeing that primal side of him emerge because of me, and right now is no different.

But then his expression changes. His eyes widen slightly, lips parting in surprise.

“What?” ask, suddenly self–conscious.

Arthur shakes his head, blinking like he just saw a ghost. “Your eyes…”

Frowning, I reach up and brush my fingers across my cheekbone. “What about them?”

“They glowed,” he says, sounding almost in awe. “Just for a second, but I swear they glowed.”

My heart skips a beat. “Really? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” His thumb traces my eyelashes, making me shiver. “Your wolf might be closer to emerging than we thought.”

The idea sends a thrill through me–mixed with a healthy dose of fear. After living my entire life as a human, the concept of having a wolf inside of me is still bizarre and, frankly, almost alien.

On one hand, I’m excited to experience this side of myself, to fully understand what it means to be a werewolf and be accepted by the society at large.

On the other hand, it’s terrifying to think about surrendering control to an animal instinct that I’ve never felt before.

But right now, with Arthur’s body pressed against mine and desire clouding my thoughts, and with steam filling the air around us, the excitement is definitely winning out.

I kiss him again, harder this time, pushing all my confusion and fear and elation into the kiss. His hands find the hem of my t–shirt and pull it over my head in one smooth motion. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt until I get impatient and just yank, sending buttons scattering across the bathroom floor.

“Sorry,” I mutter against his mouth.

He laughs. “I have more shirts.”

Our movements are frantic now, bordering on desperate. We’ve done this dance a hundred times before, and multiple times in the past weeks, but tonight feels oddly different–more urgent somehow. Maybe it’s the stress of the upcoming debut.

Or maybe it’s the possibility that my wolf is stirring.

Whatever it is, I can’t get enough of him. It’s like all of the oxygen has been sucked out of the air and the only way I can breathe is through his lungs.

Chapter 228

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I slide his shirt off his broad shoulders, running my hands over the familiar planes of his muscular chest. My fingers brush across the peaks of muscles, his nipples, the–line that runs down into his trousers.

He unclasps my bra with practiced ease, his mouth immediately finding my breast. I arch into him with a gasp as his tongue circles my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through me.