'Don't...don't!', the alpha commanded his inner alpha in his head, keeping his eyes fixed at the shocked-to-the-hell face rather than descending them down to the piece of art his alpha was on the edge to explore and memorize every inch of. If it took him half of his energy to not let his tongue dance over in the curve between the shoulder and neck of the girl when he sniffed in her scent, at present, he was using all of his energy and strength beyond that he didn't know exist to not let his eyes travel down. It would be the last straw to his inner alpha. It was already walking him on the edge, and he had barely composed himself.