The Alpha's Mate

Chapter Eleven

The sound of a door closing woke me up and I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling oddly empty. I twisted around and realized that Adrian was gone. The spot beside me was cold and his shirt was gone. Confusion flooded my thoughts and I sat up.

I pushed the blankets aside and climbed off the bed, padding to the door. Just before I reached the handle, the door opened and I yelped. Adrian's gray eyes were huge but they were lighter than they were last night. His dark hair was tousled and had a twig in it—a twig which I plucked out and tossed into the trash can. So that's where his shirt was—on his chest.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Adrian murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me toward him.

"Where were you?" I demanded.

He sighed, "I had to go for a run. My wolf is..." he trailed off and ran his fingers through his hair, "never mind."

"Why didn't you leave a note?"

"I thought I'd get back before you woke up."

I frowned and decided to ignore him. For a split second, my heart had dropped into my stomach and I thought he'd left me. After realizing what I was doing, Adrian picked me up and placed me on the bed, leaning over me. My breaths were heavier and harder to come by as he kissed my stomach, slowly making his way up to my lips. I gulped and did my very best not to let a sound exit my mouth. His hands roamed freely, making my heart pound, and they left trails of fire on my skin.

"I'm sorry, Rosie." Adrian paused for a split second to pull his shirt off and toss it to the side before pressing himself against me again.

All bets were off once his lips reached the mark on my chest. He sucked gently on my skin, even though I could tell he wanted to be rougher. Soft moans poured out of my lips and my hands were fists in his hair, urging him not to be so gentle. I couldn't think straight anymore. My legs wrapped around his waist to hold him closer to me and he groaned.

"Rosie, unless you want me to shift into a huge black wolf right now and claim you, I suggest you don't do that," he choked out, pulling back to meet my eyes. His breath came in even pants.

My eyes widened. "Got it. I'll wear a hazmat suit around you."

Adrian's face displayed pure terror. "Around me? Hell no. Wear it around the other wolves. You don't have to wear anything around me."

I blushed and slid out from underneath him, readjusting my tank top and pulling on a pair of sweatpants. "Did you eat breakfast yet?"

He sighed and pulled his t-shirt back on—he probably knew by now that I wasn't very comfortable with the whole werewolf thing. I loved him more than anything, but I had yet to wrap my head around the fact that he could shift into a huge canine. My ebony wolf.

"Not yet," he followed me out to the kitchen.

"Pancakes?"

"Only if you have whipped cream and chocolate syrup."

"Chocolate syrup?" I raised my eyebrows at him while I was taking the batter out of the cabinet. "Don't most people eat pancakes with maple syrup?"

Adrian rested his hands on my hips and kissed the corner of my mouth. "I'm not most people, Rosie."

I shivered and gulped. "I know."

God, it was insane how Adrian could make my heart thrum and skin tingle in one sentence. I felt like a lovesick schoolgirl. I could tell the feeling of affection was most definitely mutual by the intense gaze I was receiving from Adrian.