The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478

Snowflakes

My palm rested on the hard slab of his chest, and I fluttered my eyelids open to find myself curled in his arms, my cheek pillowed on the thick, tattooed muscle of his bicep. A soft sigh left my lips; my throat was raw, my mouth dry as sand. I needed water. Badly.

I started to shift, to whisper that I was thirsty, when I froze.

He was asleep. Actually asleep.

Cupid’s lashes fanned dark against his cheekbones, chest rising and falling in slow, deep rhythm. He looked younger like this, almost fragile, the sharp edges of his face softened by the moonlight spilling through the glass wall.

My heart slammed against my ribs in pure awe. I’d never seen him sleep not once. I leaned in, brushing the gentlest kiss across his mouth. He didn’t stir. Not even a twitch.

He was out cold, and he clearly needed it. Only the goddess knew how many nights he’d gone without real

rest.

I slipped from the bed as quietly as I could, bare feet on cool marble, the silk nightgown sliding against my skin. My thighs were sticky with his dried cum, my pussy still swollen and tender from earlier.

I padded to the bar counter, searching for water, but there was nothing, just row after row of dark bottles. Wine. Only wine.

I glanced back. He hadn’t moved, the sheet draped low across his hips, one powerful arm flung above his

head. I didn’t want to wake him.

One of the bottles was already open, half-empty. I poured a glass, brought it to my lips, and took a cautious sip.

Sweet. Ridiculously sweet like liquid candy with a warm, dangerous edge. I smiled despite myself.

Growing up, my brothers had guarded me like hawks; I hadn’t tasted alcohol until I was near seventeen, and then I’d gone a little wild for a while. Most wines were bitter or sour to me, but this… this slid down my

throat like sin.

I drained the glass in one go. Poured another. Emptied it just as fast. A slow, delicious heat bloomed in my belly and spread outward, tingling between my legs.

“What are you doing?”

The low growl came out of nowhere. I jolted so hard the empty glass nearly slipped from my fingers. I spun around.

Cupid was awake, propped up on one elbow, eyes locked on me except they weren’t his usuals. They glowed bright, electric green.

My pulse stuttered.

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“I… I was thirsty,” I stammered, “there was no water and…”

“How many did you drink?” His voice was rougher than usual, gravel dragged over velvet. Sleepy.

“Two,” I whispered. “Two glasses.”

His eyes widened. He tried to sit up fully, then dropped back with a gustural, animalistic snarl that made my clit throb. His wolf. His wolf was right there under his skin, pacing.

“You’re going to be drunk,” he rasped, jaw clenched and just like that the room tilted slightly.

I blinked, but the spinning only got worse. A giddy, reckless heat surged through me, setting heavy and wet between my thighs.

I left the counter, swaying just a little, and instead of crawling back to my side of the bed, I yanked the sheet off him completely and climbed on top, straddling his hips. His cock, already half-hard from sleep, nestled perfectly against my bare, dripping slit.

A broken groan tore from his throat. His hands clamped onto my waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

“Your eyes are glowing,” I breathed, grinning like an idiot even though nothing was funny. I felt high, floaty, and so fucking horny I could barely think.

“My human side’s fading,” he gritted out, voice strained. “Wolf’s taking over for a few minutes before the night blanks us both out. It’s… Happens once a month.”

I blinked again, this time in surprise.

“A moment where the wolf and human side collide and brought a heavy sleep? That only happens to Alphas once a month.”

He nods, sighing, drifting back again.

“Yeah, I know. It’s not a big deal.” He murmurs and I nods, believing it’s no big deal.

Gently I rub against him and His hips jerked involuntarily, especially when I rolled my pussy along his shaft, coating him in my slick.

“Snow…fuck… stop.” He begged sleepily.

I didn’t.

I reached between us, wrapped my fingers around his thickening cock, and stroked him from root to tip pressing the hot, veiny length against my swollen clit. Electricity shot up my spine.

“Snow,” he warned again, but it sounded more like a plea.

“Go to sleep,” I whispered, lining him up with my entrance. “I’m going to ride this fat cock until I come all over it, then I’ll sleep too.”

His glowing eyes searched mine for one last second, then his hands slid to my hips, gripped tight, and

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