Call of the Alpha - Part 1(16)

She wanted to ask so many different questions, but it was difficult to catch her breath. What truly took her by surprise was the way he was looking at her as they lay there in the afterglow of it all. They were both sweating, and she was more aware than ever of the incredible heat that came off of him.

Finally, when her heart had slowed and she trusted herself to speak, she said, “That was amazing. Actually…amazing isn’t enough. It was…”

“It was,” he said. She thought it odd that he sounded somewhat concerned.

“You want to tell me what that was about?” she asked.

“I sensed you wanted it.”

“Oh, God, I did.”

“Good,” he said, giving that devilish thin smile of his again.

“And did you?”

“Yes,” he said. “I have wanted you that way ever since you first bandaged my wounds in that ditch.”

“But how can—” she tried to say, but was interrupted by another kiss.

“Some of my memory is coming back,” he said after he drew back. “And I will do my best to explain it all. I think I have to. I did not intend to, but there’s this pull you’re feeling…I feel it, too. And it means that I need to let you know what I can remember.”

“Okay,” she said, almost dreamily.

“But let’s not ruin this,” he said. As if to seal his point, he began to run his hands along the curve of her lower back. “Let’s rest. I’ll explain what I can in the morning.”

Part of her wanted to argue but it seemed like too much effort. She could not remember the last time her body had been this perfectly relaxed. And with him holding her like this, his cock still inside of her, and his fever-hot skin against hers, he could have suggested damn near anything and she would have likely agreed.

So she simply nodded and kissed him slowly. As he finally withdrew from her body, cleaned up, and then held her close, she closed her eyes and fell asleep to the bizarre sensation of his arms wrapped around her.





Chapter 7




The next morning, Jessica was amazed at how deeply she’d slept. She supposed it was in part the amazing workout her overnight guest had put her through last night. She was well-rested when she made their breakfast and when she saw him come into the kitchen dressed only in the sweatpants she had given him, she was glad she was rejuvenated. If she had her way, she’d need the energy at some point later in the day.

But now that she’d had some rest and her body seemed to be somewhat grounded again, she knew that she needed to have a long talk with him. Something told her that last night had been much more than just a one-night stand. Hell, if she was being honest with herself, she had felt something for this man from the moment she’d hauled him into her back seat. So if she planned on trying to further any sort of relationship or intimacy with him, she wanted some answers first.


But was she ready for those answers? Last night before she had walked in on him in the kitchen, she’d thought she’d seen something inhuman before she had turned the light on. It was almost like he had been changing in front of her eyes. And then, of course, there was his uncanny ability to heal.

She walked over to the kitchen table and sat a plate of pancakes out. She had also fried up some bacon, but had nearly left it in the fridge, feeling odd looking at it when she recalled how her guest had been clutching it in his hands like a ravenous animal the night before.

“I think we need to talk,” she told him. She was curt, but her voice was soft.

“We do. I owe you answers.”

“I’d like to start with your name,” Jessica said.

“It’s Frost. I remembered it yesterday after I woke up from that long sleep. I woke up with a lot of memory coming back, in fact.”

“Frost,” she said with a smile. It fit him. It was the perfect description for those haunting blue eyes of his.

“Do you remember what you were doing when you were running across the road the other night?”

He was pouring syrup over his pancakes when he nodded his response. “Yes. I was chasing someone.”

“Who?”

“That part I don’t remember. I can see him in my mind’s eye but if there is anything about him I should remember, I have no idea.”

“And why were you naked?” she asked. She chuckled and added, “Were you stoned or something?” She was trying to be funny because the next question was going to be a tough one and, she worried, might actually make her feel as if she was losing her mind.

“No. Not stoned. I was naked because…well, because I simply didn’t have any clothes at the time.” He shrugged.

She nodded, not really caring about that. What she wanted to know was much deeper than that, and was likely going to test whatever strange bond she’d felt between them last night.

“Tell me about the way you heal,” she said. “I’ve been working in a hospital for nearly eight years and I’ve never seen anything like it. It doesn’t make sense. It’s actually pretty damned scary, if you want the whole truth.”

“Do you think I’m scary?” he asked with a grin.

She almost said no right away but kept it bottled up for a moment. She recalled that shape, almost animal-like in nature, that she had seen upon entering the kitchen last night. Even though she had seen it only for the blink of an eye and it had gone when she turned on the lights, the vision of it was still quite clear in her head.