Page 41 of My Grumpy Alpha

“Gabe! Seriously, that’s unprofessional and he could be hurt!”

I can actually hear him yawn.

“Okay… so you have the code, just go in, I mean, if you’re brave enough.” He laughs.

“Oh, his bite is way worse than his bark. Bye!”

I turn to leave, then come back, then think about calling the police and realize that for the security he has, it would be nearly impossible for someone to be in there.

Decision made, I type in his code and yell, “I’m coming in!”

I set my purse and the wine on the counter, my heels click against the marble as I walk through the house and finally find him out on the balcony on his hands and knees, right under the full moon.

The doors are open, wine is spilled, and he’s panting.

He falls back and grips his sides and starts a muffled scream against his arm. He quickly dives into the pool and I can still hear his screams from inside the water. I don’t even think; I strip down to my bra and panties after kicking my shoes off and jump right in, swimming toward him as he floats to the bottom of the pool and sits there.

The minute I touch him, his eyes jolt open, so blue it’s like a light shining around us, he shakes his head and soars to the top. He’s completely naked and wet.

“Ava, you need to go.”

“Are you hurt?” I ignore him.

Another shudder hits his body as he slams back against the tile. It surprisingly doesn’t break.

“It always hurts.” He finally pants out.

“What does?” I get closer.

“Ava.” He holds out a hand.

“I’m telling you, do not do what you are about to do, do not touch me, do not—” He screams again in agony.

I can’t help it. I touch him.

He calms immediately.

“You. Have. No. Idea. What. You’ve. Just. Done.”

I try to pull my hand away but can’t. He flips my body around slamming me back against the tile, his mouth latches onto mine and holds on, he grips the tile on either side of me, and I feel the agony he faces, I taste the horror, but the more I kiss him, the more I taste him, it goes away. I wrap my legs around him, his cock is hard between my thighs.

I have no idea what I’m doing, but he doesn’t stop. He finally pushes us down into the water, but I’ve always been good at holding my breath, at being a good swimmer, I have no idea why. I cling to him still as we come up to the other side of the pool.

The moon shines.

And he can’t let go.

And neither can I.

Our mouths briefly break apart.

“What’s happening?”

He shakes his head.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He has tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I tried.”