My back is cradled by his arm, my legs hang over the armrest, and his arm curves over my thighs. He looks down and smiles at me. He didn’t shave this morning, so his shadowed jaw is darker. He’s back to wearing jeans with a black V-neck t-shirt that looks tailored. It hasn’t been, it just fits that well, the shoulders and arms straining over his mass, stopping just below his belt. I know every time he raises his arm I’ll be awarded with a glimpse of his toned, tan belly. I also happen to know he’s commando beneath his button flys. His feet are bare under the desk, making one overall package so sexy it’s overwhelming.

“I’m very glad you like what you see, baby.” My cheeks blush. I need to remember he can read me and hear me.

“How come I can’t hear your thoughts anymore?”

He looks thoughtful. “I’m not sure if you need to learn to tune in or if it’s because I’m an Alpha. I can communicate with everyone in my pack one way or another. You can sense me. I think it’ll be trial and error and practice, but we’ll figure it out.” His face is pensive. Suddenly, I want to kiss him desperately so I do. When we break, he smiles before saying, “See!”

Huh? “See what?” I ask slowly. What am I missing?

“You felt me wanting you to kiss me.” He chuckles, my belly drops. “You just have to learn to listen. Your wolf will always hear me, I am the Alpha.”

“Okay, but I want to hear you. Say something to me now, not as a wolf.” I close my eyes and focus like it somehow might help. Masen tweaks my nose and says, “So adorable.” With my eyes still closed, I bat his hand away. It’s quiet. I feel his chest rising, I hear his heart beating but no words.

Masen, can you hear me? I think. Still, no response. I’m a little sad, but maybe when we are fully joined, I’ll be able to hear him.

“I did hear you, Little One,” he says kindly. “You’re right. After our union, you probably will. Don’t forget not to discuss this with anyone yet. You could probably talk to Nicole if you have some questions. Michael will know so she will know. Just not yet, yeah?”

I don’t know how well my next question will go over, but it’s only fair. “Will you teach me to block you?”

His head swings to me. “Absolutely not!” he snaps. “Why the hell would you want to block me?” he asks disbelievingly.

“Calm down, Big Guy, I was just asking, but I don’t want anybody else in your pack reading me. I don’t have any experience blocking. You are the only one who can help me.” Overreact much.

“No, I’m not overreacting.” He’s sullen.

“Masen, it’s fine as long as everyone else can’t feel or hear me. That would be mortifying.” I shudder thinking about it.