Playing The Alphas

Chapter 86: The Morbid Angel

SAMANTHA

Darlington was more than an angel.

He had a warmth about him that I had never seen in anyone before, a gentleness that made me forget where I was and who I was and what I was supposed to be doing here. He looked at me like I was something precious, something worth protecting, something worth knowing.

"Have you ever tasted German chocolates before?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No. I have never even heard of them."

John was a poor Alpha so we never had the opportunity to import foreign snacks to our pack.

A look of playful determination crossed his face and he stood up from the bed and walked to a small cabinet in the corner of the room. He opened it and pulled out a box wrapped in gold foil and tied with a red ribbon. He brought it back to the bed and he sat down beside me.

"Well," he said with a smile, "tonight you will."

He unwrapped the box and opened it and inside were rows of perfectly shaped chocolates, each one glistening in the candlelight like tiny treasures. The smell was rich and sweet and it filled the air around us.

I reached for one but he pulled the box away and shook his head.

"No," he said. "I will feed you myself."

I blinked. "What?"

"You heard me. I want to feed you. It is more romantic that way."

I felt my face flush and I pulled my hand back and I sat there shyly, not knowing what to do with myself. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Darlington laughed softly. "Have you ever been fed chocolates before?" he asked.

I shook my head again. "No. Never."

"Then let me be the first."

He picked up a chocolate and he held it in front of my lips. "Open your mouth," he said.

I hesitated for a moment and then I did as he asked.

He placed the chocolate on my tongue and the rich sweetness exploded across my taste buds and I closed my eyes and let out a small sound of pleasure that I did not even realize I had made.

"Good?" he asked.

I nodded. "So good."

"Now savour it," he instructed. "Bite it slowly."

I did as he said and I bit into the chocolate and the center was soft and creamy and it melted on my tongue like liquid silk. The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced and I wanted more.

Darlington watched me with a satisfied smile. Then he took the rest of the chocolate from my hand and he popped it into his mouth and he leaned in and he kissed me.

His lips were soft and warm and I could taste the chocolate on his tongue and the sweetness lingered between us like a secret we were sharing.

When he pulled back, I was breathless.

"That," he said, "is how you eat German chocolates."

I could not speak. My heart was pounding and my face was burning and my mind was a blur of confusion and joy and fear all tangled together.

We lay on the bed for a while longer, the chocolate box between us, and we talked and laughed and I felt something shift inside me, something that had been locked away for a long time.

After we had finished playing, Darlington sat up and he reached for a glass of water on the bedside table. He handed it to me with a gentle smile.

"Drink," he said. "You must be thirsty."

I took the glass and I drank and the cool water soothed my dry throat.

"Your Highness," I said carefully, "can I ask you something?"

His expression did not falter. "Of course," he said. "You are free. Ask me."

I paused for a moment and I gathered my courage and then I blurted out the question that had been sitting in my chest for weeks.

"Why did you say that to your father? In the training room, when you told him you had an interest in me?"

He looked at me with surprise and then he laughed and his demeanour filled with light.

"Do you know what?" he said. "You have a nice scent. One that is filled with light. It sets you apart from everyone else." freewёbnoνel.com

I felt a bitter smile creep up my lips. "It is because my wolf is weak," I said. "Maybe that is why."

Inside my head, my wolf Rynn was cheering wildly. He said we have a nice scent! He said we are filled with light!

I told her to be quiet but she would not listen.

"I have always been teased about my wolf," I continued. "Rynn is weak. Everyone said so."

Darlington leaned closer and his voice dropped to a gentle whisper. "Samantha, do not underestimate your wolf. Your scent calms me so much. It calms my wolf. I am grateful for that. It is why I chose you."

I was taken aback by his words and I could not find my voice to respond. Lycans were known to be powerful and their wolves were hard to control, which made them dangerous. Even Darlington, who seemed so gentlemanly, could be ruthless if his wolf ever took over.

But to think that I, of all people, could soothe such a force was hard to believe.

While I was lost in thought, Darlington suddenly leaned closer. His handsome face was mere inches from mine and his eyes were fixed on my lips and it looked like he was leaning in for a deep kiss.

I was startled and I jumped back to dodge him and in my panic, I completely forgot about the glass of water in my hand. The liquid splashed all over me and soaked through the thin jacket and the dress underneath.

"Goodness," I muttered as I shrugged off the jacket with shaking hands. "Gosh! How will I get myself dry?"

When I looked up, Darlington was staring at me. His eyes were morbidly large and his expression was one of shock and surprise.