THE RICH ALPHA

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Adrian led Maggie to the car where Albert awaited them. Maggie slipped inside, but Adrian paused and turned to Albert.

"Home, Albert," Adrian instructed his servant.

He slipped inside and the door was shut. Maggie frowned at him. "Your home or mine?"

"Would you rather go home without your father there?" he pointed out.

Maggie winced. "No, but-" He grasped her hand and smiled at her.

"Then allow me to take you where you will have some distractions," he pleaded.

The young woman pursed her lips. "My father is in the hospital because of Blake's disappearance."

Adrian leaned back and furrowed his brow. "Yes, this will take some time to think of a solution to this problem."

Maggie studied his face as she felt the color drain from her own. "Where did you do with him?"

Adrian flashed her a toothy grin. "We'll say he's in a safe place, but one that's difficult to extract him from. For now I think you could use some food. I'm not too far wrong when I saw you haven't eaten since this morning?"

Maggie's stomach answered with a loud growl. She clapped her hand over her stomach and glared at the traitorous part of her body. "I'm fine."

Adrian chuckled. "As fine as I am human, but that's easily remedied."

Maggie turned her face away from him and furrowed her brow. "How did you become a. . .a-"

"A werewolf?" he finished for her. She faced him and nodded. He shrugged. "The typical fashion. I was bitten by one of them and didn't know the proper remedies to cure myself before the full moon took me and made me what I am."

She frowned. "And that doesn't bother you?"

He sat up and a bitter smile slipped onto his lips. "Do you think a man isn't bothered who locks himself away for so many years with only a servant as his companion?"

Maggie's face fell. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" His laugh interrupted her apology.

Adrian turned to her and grasped their hands together. His playful eyes studied her face as a smile danced across his lips. "How, in this wretched world of selfishness and greed, does a delicate flower like you survive?"

Maggie blushed and turned her face away, but she couldn't hide from the warmth in his hands. A wave of lust warmed her body and flushed her cheeks.

Adrian chuckled and released her hands. "Food first, and then the distraction."

Maggie winced. "I'm-"

"One to whom I owe a great apology," he reminded her. He

leaned back and smiled at her. "And I intend to make amends in every way possible."

They arrived at the dreary old house a few minutes later. Adrian helped her out of the car and turned to Albert. "Prepare a heavy lunch. We'll come down when we're ready." Albert pursed his lips, but bowed his head. He turned his attention to his guest and gestured to the staircase. "There's something I wish to discuss with you first."

Maggie furrowed her brow, but nodded. Adrian led her up the stairs to his chambers. The heavy curtains blocked most of the early-afternoon sunlight, but a warm fire kept the chill of the darkness in the corners of the room.

Adrian shut the door behind them and gestured to the chairs. "If you would have a seat."

She shook her head. "I'd rather stand."

Adrian stepped up to her and studied her face with his sly smile. "Your stubbornness never ceases to amaze me."

"Because your sole companion has been your servant?" she guessed.

He shook his head. "No, because you know what I am and yet you have no fear of me." He reached up and brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. A thrill of heat warmed her body and made her shudder. "Time and again you return here. Why?"

Maggie turned her back on him and glared at the closed curtains. "I told you, I don't know why."

Adrian grasped her shoulders and turned her so they faced each other. "Do you still deny the connection between us? The mirror has only made that connection stronger."

She frowned "How?"

He grinned. "Let's just say I have a close association with the powers inside that mirror. But for now-" He leaned down so his lips brushed against her ear. "-I would rather we make ourselves more comfortable before dinner."

Maggie started back and blushed. "I-I'm fine as I-" He grasped her chin gently between his fingers and tilted her head back so she looked into his yellow eyes.

"Don't fight this."

Maggie felt herself fall into the heat of her growing lust. Her breath quickened and her breasts rose and fell with her shallow breathing.

Adrian stepped close enough that their bodies pressed against one another. His hands unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them over her smooth hips so they dropped to the floor. His deft fingers worked away at the buttons on her shirt. "I want us to enjoy every moment of this." Her shirt fell open and revealed her heaving chest. He leaned away from her and grinned. "And besides, you won't win."

Maggie opened her eyes and shook her head. "W-we can't. This isn't right."

He leaned forward and captured her lips in a long, passionate kiss. She was breathless when they parted. His golden eyes danced across her face. "But it feels right, doesn't it? And I know you want so desperately to feel my touch."

His hands massaged her bare hips and his fingers teased the hem of her thin underwear. One of his fingers slipped into her underwear and brushed against her hot, wet folds. Maggie leaned back her head and moaned as he stroked her silky folds.

He lay his head in the crook of her neck. His voice was a deep, reverberating growl. "Yes. More of that. Tell me how you like it."

Maggie groaned as she felt his swollen manhood rub against her hip. Their hips rocked in time with his finger as her legs collapsed beneath her. Her lover swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. The soft, silky sheets welcomed her as he lay her over them.

She grasped the sheets in her hands and tried to catch her breath as she gazed up into his illuminated eyes. He tore off his shirt and knelt beside her on the bed. His right hand brushed up her leg and across her trembling body, exploring his possession with a soft, careful touch. Her hot body stoked his own desires and stiffened his resolve to take her again and again.

She closed her eyes and shuddered. A pulsing heat within her stirred her beast from its slumber. Her muscles tightened and her breasts swelled as she felt its lustful nature penetrate her mind and body. She arched into his touch. Her tongue flicked out to wet her dry lips as she opened her eyes.

"Please take me. Possess me," she whispered.

He grinned and leaned down so their lips brushed against one another. "I already do."

She fell into her passions as his hands swept over her, touching and taking in every inch of her pliable, sweat-soaked flesh. Her body was afire as he slipped off the last of their clothes. She welcomed his thick, throbbing manhood with a satisfied groan as he sank deep into her body.

Her thick, pulsing heat made him clench his lengthening teeth. He pushed and pulled, and sharp grunts escaped his lips. Their slow-lovemaking became a rut of impatient desire as each sought the blessed union of their bodies and souls.

Maggie grasped his shoulders and gasped as her body tingled with the teasing tones of orgasm. Every one of his penetrations reverberated through her body, sending sweet pleasures through her.

"Yes. Oh god, yes," she groaned.

He pumped faster, so fast she couldn't follow. His body pulsed with power as he transformed into his beastly form.

She gasped for breath. Every push brought her closer. Every strain of her muscles told her she was nearer. She craved it. She needed it.

Then it came. Maggie threw her head back and screamed his name to the quiet room. "Adrian!"

He tilted back his head and let loose a long, feral howl. The noise echoed in the room even as they collapsed into each others' arms. They both panted against one another. Maggie leaned her head on his chest and closed her weary eyes.

Adrian reached up and petted her hair. "Mine."

Maggie sighed. She was fine with that, at least for the moment.