Page 11 of Auditing the Alpha

“Klaus,” I whispered, no longer caring about professional boundaries or rational explanations.

That was all it took. One breathy utterance of his name, and something snapped between us.

His mouth was on mine before I could take another breath, hot and demanding. I melted into the kiss, opening for him immediately, tasting whiskey and something wild on his tongue. His hands framed my face, gentle despite their altered state, careful not to scratch me with his transformed nails.

I moaned into his mouth, and the sound seemed to break his restraint. He growled—a real, chest-rumbling growl—and suddenly I was being lifted and repositioned onto his lap, my legs straddling his powerful thighs.

“Wanted this,” he murmured against my lips. “Wanted you. Your scent has been driving me crazy.”

His hands slid under the borrowed thermal shirt, hot against my skin, spanning my lower back with ease. I rocked against him instinctively, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal through the thin sweatpants.

“Jesus,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “This is crazy.”

“Mm,” he agreed, not stopping his exploration. “Insane.” His hands moved higher under my shirt, thumbs brushing my nipples. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

The sincerity in his voice made me pull back enough to look at him. Despite the inhuman eyes and teeth, his expression was vulnerable, questioning.

“Don’t stop,” I said, grinding down against him for emphasis. “Definitely don’t stop.”

Relief and desire flooded his expression. In one smooth motion, he lifted me again and stood, carrying me as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, as he walked us toward the bed in the corner of the cabin.

He laid me down gently, then stood to pull his henley off in one fluid movement. I’d seen him shirtless before, but this—thiswas different. The firelight played across the planes of his chest and abdomen, highlighting every ridge of muscle. A dark trail of hair led from his navel down beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, which did nothing to hide his impressive erection.

“You’re staring,” he said, voice rough with desire.

“You’re worth staring at,” I replied honestly.

He smiled, predatory and pleased, and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants. “Fair is fair. I want to see you too.”

I sat up and reached for the hem of my borrowed shirt, suddenly self-conscious. I wasn’t out of shape, but I was lean bordering on skinny, especially compared to his powerful build.

“Hey,” he said softly, noticing my hesitation. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I interrupted, and pulled the shirt over my head in one motion before I could second-guess myself.

Klaus’s eyes flared brighter gold, pupils contracting to slits, then dilating again. “Beautiful,” he growled, and the raw appreciation in his voice banished any remaining insecurity.

I stood on the bed, bringing our faces level, and reached for the drawstring of my borrowed pajama pants. His eyes tracked my every movement as I untied the knot and let the pants slide down my hips. I wasn’t wearing underwear—mine had gotten wet in the snow—and Klaus’s nostrils flared as he took in my fully naked form.

“Mine,” he said simply, and pushed his sweatpants down his muscular thighs.

He wasn’t wearing underwear either, and my breath caught at the sight of him—thick and long, curving slightly upward, already flushed dark with blood. Werewolf indeed.

“Come here,” I said, reaching for him.

He climbed onto the bed with predatory grace, crowding me backward until I was lying down again with his powerful bodyhovering over mine. He braced himself on one forearm, careful not to crush me, while his other hand traced patterns on my chest.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” he murmured, bending to place hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. “How much I’ve wanted to taste every inch of you.”

His words sent shivers down my spine. I arched up against him, seeking friction, and was rewarded with a growl of approval. His hand slid down my stomach to wrap around my erection, and I gasped at the contact.

“Klaus,” I moaned as he stroked me with agonizing slowness. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asked, teeth grazing my earlobe. “Tell me what you want, Jordan.”

The sound of my name in that rumbling voice undid me. “Everything. Anything. Just… more.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I can do more.”