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We reach the grave and Atticus passes me the large bouquet. I bend down and place it on the centre of the grave. I never thought I’d have to bury my sister…
My heart fills with sadness as I simply gaze at the fresh earth.
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He goes down on one knee beside me, placing a single rose beside the bouquet, and lowers his head.
The silence is comforting, but the onslaught of pain hits me again. The reminder that she’s gone, once again hits me hard.
She has left me…
I miss you, Ad… I miss you.
The moment my eyes blur with tears, Atticus’s arm wraps around me.
No. I can’t let him comfort me anymore. In the end, he will leave me too and then I’ll break all over again.
I pull away and stand up quickly.
“Thanks… for everything… but I just want to be alone,”
I say quietly as he stands up. The moment he tries to approach me, I step back and shake my head. “Don’t.”
“Hey, don’t shut me out. Please, Adriana.”
I turn to leave when he grabs my arm and spins me around. “Let go of me,”
I command.
“I won’t hurt you. I just don’t want you to run from me,”
he says softly.
I feel humiliated by his words.
Hurt me. So he’s clicked. There’s something that triggers me. Great, now he probably thinks I have issues.
“Why are you doing all this, Atticus? You made it clear you didn’t want me as a mate. Yet you refuse to accept my rejection, and you continuously give me mixed signals. I don’t need sympathy,”
I say quietly, my tone full of hostility.
“It wasn’t that I didn’t want you as my mate, I just didn’t think I would be your ideal partner-“
“Just stop, don’t try to pin this on me.”
“I’m not. I would genuinely love to have a chance to get to know you properly,”
he says, his voice almost sounding earnest.
“Hmm, funny you say that here in a pack where you are able to be all nice out here, where none of your pack members can see us, right? I’m not your ideal partner. Not that perfect woman with perfect manners. I know how you pined over Zaia Toussaint for years. Even when she was pregnant, you were willing to be her unborn children’s father. She’s your type and I’m not her,”
I say icily, trying to pull free, but he refuses to let me go.
Anger is rising within me, but he is fucking strong.
“Adriana. Zaia is a thing of the past. Yes, I was crazy about her, but I assure you it was entirely different than what I feel for you, and it’s been a while since I have gotten over her.”
“Well, she’s the kind of girl you fell for, that’s your damn type. I’m nothing like her.”
He frowns, but then his eyes soften even though I can see the frustration in them.
“Look, with her I could be selfless. I was able to tolerate her being with Sebastian. Seeing them together was annoying but tolerable. Yet the very thought of another man in your life or anywhere near you makes me completely enraged. Don’t you get it? I’m irrevocably infatuated with you, and nothing anyone tries to say can change my mind, not even yours. I’m not afraid to present you in front of my pack. There would be nothing I would love more than being able to proudly present you as my Luna to them.”
His deep sensual voice and those words make my heart pound dangerously, and for a deadly moment I almost believed that, but no one can have a change of heart so quickly.
He was disgusted with me; he didn’t want me. I know that.
“Last night I came onto you, you really didn’t seem to want me then.”
He chuckles slightly. “Really, Adriana? And what kind of man would I be to take advantage of you when your emotions were all over the place?”
I frown. “So, you were just being a gentleman? Although you said you would be absolutely mad if another man came near me? Make it make sense.”
He suddenly grabs my elbows yanking me close to him, my heart skips a beat at the sudden move as I look up into those blazing green eyes.
“Then I think you’re forgetting that you have enticed me before, and we have been in this very position before…”
he murmurs, his gaze dipping to my lips. “So, tell me, Angel, may I kiss you?”
My heart thuds. He’s being bolder than before… but instead of asking questions and trying to justify it, what if I just roll with it?
“Are you really that much of a gentleman that you ask a lady before you kiss them?”
I whisper airily.
There’s no smile on his face, which only makes me more nervous, but that sexy glint in his eyes is getting me all hot andbothered.
“Honestly? No. But when the woman is you, then you deserve all the respect I can give.”
“Hmm… then here’s your answer… no,”
I whisper, my gaze dipping to those plush lips that I want to feel against mine.
Is it wrong I want to know what he tastes like?
I gasp when his arm snakes around my waist, the other hand cups the back of my neck and forces my head up with a firmness I am not expecting from him.
My heart thunders as he leans down. “Luckily for me, I’m excellent at reading body language, and your words do not align with yours…”
My core clenches at those words and then his lips are on mine, setting off an explosion of emotions and delicious sensations. My breath is stolen away as his lips, which are so soft yet dominating, caress mine in a deep passionate kiss, sending delicious sparks dancing through my entire body, igniting a pleasure that is entirely foreign.
The taste of his mouth, his scent and his strong hold on me is dizzying and I’m unable to do anything but melt into it. I kiss him back, reaching up, I grab the side of his face as I tiptoe despite my legs feeling like jelly.
He demands entrance and I instantly part my lips, unable to stop the breathless moan that leaves me when his tongue sinfully caresses mine….
Who knew that Atticus Payne could be such a sinfully hot kisser?
ATTICUS
Her lips are soft, so soft that I’m worried I’ll bruise them, yet every sinful caress from them is making my dick throb.
Oh, how much I truly want her… She has already become an addiction without me even realising when that happened. I’ve kissed women before, but never have I experienced a kiss so perfect as this one.
My tongue caresses hers, making a delicious moan fall from her lips, and I can smell how turned on she is, a scent that only makes me feral. It’s insane, but the urge to just take her right now is so strong. Another delicious moan escapes her, her fingers raking down my abs that only ignite further pleasure.
Our tongues play with one another’s sensually when suddenly she gasps and pulls her head back, breathing hard as her lust-coated eyes linger on my lips, our faces close as our noses brush one another’s. My lips feel extra sensitive, still tingling from the sizzling kiss we have just shared. I want to taste her again.
I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help but follow my instincts, needing so much more. So I grab the back of her head and kiss her again. Her heart is racing as is my own, and this time she snakes her arms around my shoulders, kissing me back with equal fervour. I caress her waist and hip with one hand, using all my willpower not to let it travel lower.
Goddess, she’s a temptation.
I need to stop now or I won’t be able to at all. With that realisation I break away, peppering her jaw and ear with light kisses. One of her hands caresses the back of my head, the other tightly around her waist, her body moulded against mine and we’re both breathing hard, our hearts thundering with the realisation of what we have just done.
But I also don’t want her to get the wrong idea. Gazing into her gorgeous eyes for a moment, 1 slowly lean down and press my lips against hers, wrapping both my arms around her tightly. ‘As much as I want to continue to kiss you forever, I don’t think this is the appropriate setting to undress you.’
She moves back slowly and looks up at me. A small smirk plays on those lips that I am entirely in love with. “So, you want to undress me?”
she asks softly, her fingers caressing the back of my neck.
“Would it be shameless to admit that I have wanted to for a very long time?”
“Yes, it would be,”
she replies as she tries to step back.
I smirk slightly. “Then I will just have to be labelled shameless because it’s nothing but the truth.”
I’m rewarded with a small smirk as she tries to brush it off, but my words have definitely gotten to her. I pull her back against me, my hand wrapped around her waist and place one last kiss on her cheek, when suddenly her breath hitches, her heart racing and I try not to tense, worrying why she reacts like that.
Instead, I stand back, gazing down at her. She’s blushing, but it’s the gentleness in her eyes that I’ve not seen before that
BONUSgets to me.
Neither of us speaks, as we glance at Ada’s grave for a final time and then turn and make our way back. Neither of us picks up pace, almost as if not wanting to return, in fear that this will all suddenly disappear the moment we do. It’s what I fear, anyway.
My hand remains on her waist and at every moment I fear she will pull away from me. When the packhouse comes into view she steps away, and her speed picks up slightly.
“Thanks for coming to Ada’s grave. I’m sure she’d have liked that.”
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