Mated To The Alpha: A Standalone Wolf Shifter Romance, стр. 30
"Wait! You see visions? That’s new. You're already connected, then. I don't see visions, but I hear Galen. In my head. Not my brain thinking 'what would Galen say,' but I can really hear him. His thoughts and things he aims at me. I can send him my thoughts, as well. Your connection is visual?"
"I guess. Elam said my mother's was the same. That she could 'see' things. Future things. Like how different choices would play out."
"Do you see it that way as well? Different choices playing out?"
"Just once. When Elam kissed me."
"What did you see?"
Emma told her everything, from her upcoming ‘heat’ to all the ways her visions had played out.
"I saw myself denying Elam, leaving here with dad in a year, not happy. And I saw myself giving in. Giving myself to Elam. Mating with Elam."
"Were you happy? With Elam?"
"Yes. But there was more. Pain. The pack dividing. Some kind of core change within myself."
"Emma, the pack is already dividing."
"Yeah, that was in both scenarios, come to think of it."
"Interesting. So what are you going to do?"
"I have no idea."
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Emma woke from a heated dream, her blankets wrapped in confining ropes around her thrashing body, to find her hand between her legs.
She was rubbing herself furiously, trying to ease the ache of her heat by herself. It wasn't helping.
Her dreams had been of Elam. Of taking Elam, of letting Elam claim her as his mate.
She had no idea why she'd resisted him as long as she had. She'd known, as did he, that they would become one. Maybe she didn't appreciate her body choosing for her brain, or maybe she was scared to give in to feelings she'd never had before, or maybe it was just a virgin's caution, but she wished with all of her might that she had let Elam know that when the time came, she didn't want his best females guarding her in the cave.
She wanted him. She needed him. And, by God, she was going to go find him. Right now.
She slid out of bed rather clumsily, getting tripped up and caught by her own tangled sheets before planting both feet on the floor beside her bed and heading toward her front door.
She'd thought she still had time. Kate had only left a few hours ago, and she was to give Elam her answer in the morning as to who would accompany her to the cave- him, or a group of females, but she guessed from the animal, instinctive need raring through her that she was too late.
Her gait was unsteady crossing the living room she'd been meant to share with Kate. She paused behind the couch they had just been sitting on together a while before, and she gripped the back of it as a particularly strong wave of erotic need rolled through her.
She'd been horny before, of course, but she'd never felt quite like this. This was stronger than she was, this was biological, and animal, and well...heated.
She laughed at herself, having scorned the pack's 'fucking through their heat, like dogs' as she started tasting the feeling herself.
Elam had been right, if there were a pack of willing men just outside her door, she was almost convinced she would allow them plenty- again and again. And her heat was just beginning.
She eyed the arm of the couch that she was currently using to hold herself upright, and imagined herself straddling that arm- parting her thighs, hiking a leg up and over the arm of the couch, and riding the arm like it was Elam's cock, just long enough to come.
Just long enough to knock the edge off, a little, and allow her to go find Elam in his cabin and offer herself to him.
She somehow knew that it wouldn't help, and trying it would only mean that much more time passing before she could get to what she really needed- Elam. She used the back of the couch to push off, to propel herself to her front door instead.
She opened the door, flinging it wide, and instead of the expanse of open porch she expected to see, she saw him.
He was planted on her porch, his wide, naked back to her, his arms crossed over his chest, his feet spread apart, his naked ass staring back at her, guarding her cabin. The last remnants of rationality in her brain had her head swiveling, looking for the band of females he'd said he'd need to help him keep the throngs of wolves from her during her heat, but she only saw him.
"Elam..."
The heat in her words, combined with the wave of scent she'd sent his way when she flung open the door, reached him.
His body was already tense with need. Knowing she was inside, suffering, when he could help her, drove a spike through his very soul. He'd wanted to go to her, the minute his wolf became aware that her heat had begun in earnest, but she hadn't made up her mind yet, and he damn well wanted her to be sure, to choose him as he has chosen her, before he would ever take her, wolf or no.
He braced himself, waiting until she moaned his name again, before turning to face her. He was shocked breathless by what he saw.
"Emma, jeeze. You’re naked."
"So are you!"
"I was in wolf form when I scented you, I didn't have time..."
"Where is everyone else?"
"Everyone else? What are you talking about?"
The sight of her before him was enough to drive all rational response from his mind. It was all he could do not to go to her.
She was beautiful, her fiery hair a disheveled cloud around her head, her full, ripe breasts rising and falling with her every breath. He followed the