Read Online Craved by an Alpha by Felicity Heaton - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Felicity Heaton
Ads: Link
her. He wanted her to surrender to him and their attraction to each other as she had a decade ago, showing him that she felt about him as he did about her, but part of him feared that if it happened before the full moon had risen, that it would only happen because he was her alpha.
It was the same fear that had always held him back.
The same rule that Stellan intended to use to make all the unmated females, regardless of their status, submit to him.
Cavanaugh didn’t want such a union with her. It wasn’t right.
It wasn’t what he wanted for them.
He didn’t want a mistress.
He wanted her to be his mate.
He wanted her to love him. To have that, he had to wait until he was free of his status. Only then would he be sure that what she felt for him was real.
It was getting more difficult by the second though. The longer he was around her, her scent filling his lungs and her curves tempting his eyes, the stronger his need to kiss her became. Every tree they passed, he fantasised about pinning her to it and stealing her breath with a kiss that would have her melting into him and moaning his name as she had the last night they had made love.
He palmed the growing bulge in his dark grey trousers, shifting it into a more comfortable position.
She glanced back at him again and he pretended he was fiddling with the hem of his charcoal fleece. He tugged it down a little so she wouldn’t notice the effect she was having on him and kept walking, not daring to look at her until he felt her gaze leave him.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t sure that even a vast distance between them would stop him from giving in to the pressing need to touch her, to kiss her and show her that he wanted her more than anything. He wasn’t sure he would be able to last another night with her.
The need that had been gradually building inside him from the second he had spotted her in Underworld was reaching boiling point and he was burning for her.
The forest began to thin as they ascended and the ground turned rocky underfoot. Eloise continued to lead, stealing more of his focus away from the world around him as they followed a steep trail up the mountainside. There were less predators for him to worry about up here. Tigers continued until several thousand metres up into the mountains, where their territories clashed with those of the snow leopards, but leopards were scarce up here and clouded leopards remained in the forest below.
Eloise skidded back a step on the loose stony ground and huffed as she regained her footing, muttering beneath her breath. Cavanaugh guessed she was blaming the boots he had bought for her again. They were probably too new for such a trek, their thick soles and deep unworn grips making them slippery over some terrains, but they were far better than the ones she had sported before. He doubted she would have made it this far without falling flat on her face, or worse, if he had left her to attempt to traverse the forest and the mountain in her worn out boots.
She trudged on ahead and he closed the distance between them as the path widened, trailing through the odd patch of scrub on the desolate mountainside. It was grey as far as the eye could see. Only the occasional group of trees that were hardy enough to survive at such an elevation broke up the monotonous landscape on the slope stretching ahead of him. The path was a paler wiggly line slowly ascending towards one such patch of trees. Beyond those, the mountain suddenly rose up as a vertical wall that would challenge the most adept of human climbers.
In the distance behind him, a call went out, a low mournful sound that had his ears pricking. A snow leopard. He felt the big cat’s need beating within him too. It was a male looking for a receptive female.
It wanted a mate.
Eloise looked back at him, the sprinkling of rose across her cheeks saying she had heard the call too and knew what it meant. Cavanaugh prowled towards her, narrowing
It was the same fear that had always held him back.
The same rule that Stellan intended to use to make all the unmated females, regardless of their status, submit to him.
Cavanaugh didn’t want such a union with her. It wasn’t right.
It wasn’t what he wanted for them.
He didn’t want a mistress.
He wanted her to be his mate.
He wanted her to love him. To have that, he had to wait until he was free of his status. Only then would he be sure that what she felt for him was real.
It was getting more difficult by the second though. The longer he was around her, her scent filling his lungs and her curves tempting his eyes, the stronger his need to kiss her became. Every tree they passed, he fantasised about pinning her to it and stealing her breath with a kiss that would have her melting into him and moaning his name as she had the last night they had made love.
He palmed the growing bulge in his dark grey trousers, shifting it into a more comfortable position.
She glanced back at him again and he pretended he was fiddling with the hem of his charcoal fleece. He tugged it down a little so she wouldn’t notice the effect she was having on him and kept walking, not daring to look at her until he felt her gaze leave him.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t sure that even a vast distance between them would stop him from giving in to the pressing need to touch her, to kiss her and show her that he wanted her more than anything. He wasn’t sure he would be able to last another night with her.
The need that had been gradually building inside him from the second he had spotted her in Underworld was reaching boiling point and he was burning for her.
The forest began to thin as they ascended and the ground turned rocky underfoot. Eloise continued to lead, stealing more of his focus away from the world around him as they followed a steep trail up the mountainside. There were less predators for him to worry about up here. Tigers continued until several thousand metres up into the mountains, where their territories clashed with those of the snow leopards, but leopards were scarce up here and clouded leopards remained in the forest below.
Eloise skidded back a step on the loose stony ground and huffed as she regained her footing, muttering beneath her breath. Cavanaugh guessed she was blaming the boots he had bought for her again. They were probably too new for such a trek, their thick soles and deep unworn grips making them slippery over some terrains, but they were far better than the ones she had sported before. He doubted she would have made it this far without falling flat on her face, or worse, if he had left her to attempt to traverse the forest and the mountain in her worn out boots.
She trudged on ahead and he closed the distance between them as the path widened, trailing through the odd patch of scrub on the desolate mountainside. It was grey as far as the eye could see. Only the occasional group of trees that were hardy enough to survive at such an elevation broke up the monotonous landscape on the slope stretching ahead of him. The path was a paler wiggly line slowly ascending towards one such patch of trees. Beyond those, the mountain suddenly rose up as a vertical wall that would challenge the most adept of human climbers.
In the distance behind him, a call went out, a low mournful sound that had his ears pricking. A snow leopard. He felt the big cat’s need beating within him too. It was a male looking for a receptive female.
It wanted a mate.
Eloise looked back at him, the sprinkling of rose across her cheeks saying she had heard the call too and knew what it meant. Cavanaugh prowled towards her, narrowing
Similar Books
