2. Pleasure me everywhere, please
983 Words
Alpha Demitri's POV
Sweet in an intoxicating way.
She’s back… and better than I remember.
I haven’t been this restless in years, but the stakes feel different now. I’ve never smelled a heat like hers. Alluring. Dangerous. Almost like a trap,except I’m free to do whatever I want.
I’ve been with women after the death of my wife, but none of them ever enraptured me like this. Her arousal was starting to override my senses.
The tent in my trousers was proof.
But this was strange. Very strange. Being an Alpha means I received training never to fall for temptation. Many things could bring an Alpha down, but not women, especially not Omegas. Yet here I was, leaning closer just to breathe in her scent.
I was standing over her with my larger frame, but I knew a simple push from one of her fingers could have my back landing on the bed. I had the physical advantage, so why did the sight of her exposed clavicle beneath her shirt consume every thought in my mind?
Why did her slim structure keep me entranced, to the point that even with her eyes closed, I couldn’t break my gaze?
“Hmm…” she exhaled softly, a sound that stirred my wolf awake.
“Mate,” he growled, but I ignored him.
My mate, my wife, is dead. There’s no way an Omega who has served my child for years could occupy that position. The moon goddess never creates two pairs.
“She’s sexy,” he continued, clawing at the borders of my consciousness, begging to be let out.
I groaned and fisted my hand in the sheets above her head for the sake of self-control. But that little noise made her eyes flicker open for barely a second before she dropped her gaze again.
I still saw it, the attraction.
The need in those glassy eyes.
“Alpha… Demitri?” her small voice whispered, snapping me out of the haze her scent had wrapped me in.
“What do you want?” I managed, stepping back.
“The keys. Spare keys… to our rooms,” she said, still not looking up.
But I felt it.
The tremble in her voice.
The way her body leaned toward me even as I turned away.
The self-control I’d been fighting threatened to snap.
“I want her,” my wolf snarled, but I forced myself to walk toward the drawer, searching for the keys.
This tethering loss of control must have something to do with the full moon approaching. That had to be it. The only other explanation would be witchcraft but it was banned. And Loretta couldn’t hurt a fly.
“Ouch!” she yelped behind me.
“Are you… okay?” I turned, but the rest of my words died.
She was on my bed.
But that wasn’t the part that made my blood boil.
Her ankle-length skirt had rolled up to her waist, revealing the wetness on her underwear. Too visible. Too bold. Too much to ignore.
She was soaked.
“She’s ready for us. Take her. Now!” my wolf roared.
“No. We can’t. This is wrong,” I whispered, but I approached her anyway.
“Are you okay? What happened?” I asked. She pointed to her ankle.
“I bumped it on the foot of the bed… could you please help me check?”
You don’t give orders to an Alpha.
Yet here I was, eagerly taking her foot into my hands.
As I checked for any swelling, she shifted.
“Does it hurt?” I asked. Instead of answering, she moaned.
My eyes flew to her face her bitten lower lip, her trembling upper lip.
“Here?” I asked, sliding my thumb up her calf.
She shuddered.
“Ugh… yes, please,” she breathed.
“Where else do you need me to touch, Loretta?” I asked, my breath unsteady as my hands traveled higher. Her skin was soft, smooth, irresistible.
“Everywhere… please,” she whispered.
Control became a meaningless word.
One minute, I was massaging her foot.
The next, my fingers were under her top, cupping her breast full and warm in my palm.
My lips found her skin next, tracing her neck. Hickey after hickey. Still not enough. I wanted more. I wanted everything. My wolf and I were in perfect sync something that rarely happened.
Her hands found me.
Touching my face.
My jaw.
My hair, tugging, massaging my scalp.
“f**k it,” I growled. I gripped her shirt collar, ready to rip it open, when impatient knocking shattered everything.
“Daddy! Are you in there?! I need the f*****g keys!”
I froze.
“Scarlet?” I called carefully. She was the only person alive who dared demand things from me.
But when my eyes fell on Loretta, I realized the number had gone up to two.
“I’m coming in! And you better be f*****g dressed!”
Her hand hit the knob.
“Who did she get her impatience from?” I almost muttered, but the family photograph beside my bed answered that for me.
“I’ll take my leave now,” Loretta whispered.
Where I expected her to be soft and shy, she moved quickly.
“Hm.” I cleared my throat and quickly buttoned my shirt.
“Okay,” she said, getting off the bed and grabbing the keys just as the door swung open.
“You were in here? What took you so long?!” Scarlet snapped. I stuttered, but Loretta bowed and answered:
“I hurt my foot, so the Alpha was helping me. But I got the keys.”
“Don’t you think my dad has better things to do?! Don’t disturb him next time,” Scarlet scolded as she dragged her out.
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until they were both gone.
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