Torn Between Two Alphas

Two - Intoxicating Heat

DELILAH

The urge to masturbate gripped me as I fitted the dress over my body. The slick arousal inbetween my thighs was growing too uncomfortable to bear and my body wanted that sweet release.

But the thought of fingering myself to the fantasies of Lena’s father when I was in her home gave me enough willpower to smother my dirty urges.

“Damn you look good.” Lena appraised me from her perch on the bed.

She had picked out the sluttiest dress for me and I knew it wasn’t on accident.

The deep crimson fabric clung to the supple curves of my hips, snatched at my waist and dipped so low my breasts popped like fruits ripe for the picking.

Weaving flowers into the amber strands of my hair, Lena delicately painted stars across my cheeks and collarbones.

“You’re doing too much,” I mumbled as she applied finishing touches.

“I want you to look fuckable, Lilah. This whole virgin business has run its course.” She pulled back, nodded in satisfaction and allowed me to use the mirror.

“You’re going home with a Beta tonight. They’re wild and unmated, they would f**k well.”

“What if I don’t want a Beta?”

What if I wanted your father? the question hung in my throat.

“If you’re still a virgin by the time you go back to the human realm then I have failed you, Lilah.” She linked our elbows and pulled me away from the mirror.

The fire pit was roaring in the village square by the time we arrived. Sparks of ash danced toward the night sky alive with stars and the moon’s ivory glow.

She was still making her ascent and in a few hours would reach her peak.

The air was thick with the heady pull of the moon’s euphoric power. As wolfless as I was, I felt it radiate through the crowd.

Several wolves howled and laughed as their bodies gyrated to the heavy beat of the drums, stuck in different stages of a transformation that my existence had denied me.

“This is Kaden.” Lena’s voice pulled my gaze away from the celebration. “He’s my father’s Delta.”

Lena’s mate smiled politely at me.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Delilah. Good to finally put a face to the name.”

“Likewise.” Lena had mated after I’d left and all I knew about Kaden was that he was handsome.

He was big too. Built like a tree trunk with hard brown eyes and a shaved head. It was not difficult to see how he became Declan’s Delta. But he was missing the intoxicating power Alpha Declan had in generous abundance.

“Let’s dance!” Lena shrieked and pulled the three of us into the crowd.

My hips swayed to the rhythm, my feet pounding on the dirt to the beat of freedom dancing gave me.

For a few moments I felt nothing but sweat on my skin, drums in my ears and the dress riding higher up my thighs.

Then the hairs at the back of my neck rose.

My feet faltered, the laughter dying in my throat, a raw sudden sense of awareness creeping up my spine.

Whatever it was, it was heavy and predatory, and it burned into my back.

The world slowed as my head turned, the gyrating crowd blurring into nothing, the music fading to a dull throb. All I heard was the frantic thud of my heart and a distant rumbling growl.

Alpha Declan stood across the fire pit, arms folded over his wide chest, face half steeped in shadow, his predatory gaze roaming over me like a hot caress.

My breath stuttered and my brain screeched to a halt.

He looked even bigger than I remembered, more menacing behind the flames and stretched taut with so much muscle it was hard not to imagine my body pressed hard against it.

My p***y clenched. White-hot heat seared my core, turning into liquid that dripped to soak my panties.

I choked on the whimper that tried to claw out of my throat. Searched for any shred of willpower that would fight off the sensations, the filthy images of him bending me into the dirt, shoving my dress up and ramming his d**k into me until the fire went out.

As he took a step in my direction, every nerve in my body told me to flee. But his stormy eyes held me in place, a silent warning not to provoke the anger of an Alpha. My n*****s pebbled shamefully with want, aching for his mouth, his tongue, his fingers.

“Hey, Delilah,” he said when he reached me. His voice was like gravel wrapped in velvet. It shot like an arrow through my spine and I almost suffocated under the dominating aura of him, the sheer raw power rolling off him like an intoxicating drug.

I took a step back. “Hello, Alpha Declan.”

His lips pulled my attention, framed by a lightly stubbled jaw.

“Do you mind if we talk?”

Uncontrollably, my gaze wandered to the groin of his jeans to the bold outline of a c**k that could wreck me for days. There were a lot more things we could do instead of talk, I thought then dragged my gaze back to his face.

Time stretched, thick and electric before snapping as the world came rushing back in.

“Sure,” I managed and we stepped away before I did something stupid like press my breasts against his chest.

We moved off to the quieter outskirts of the celebrations, where the trees cast long shadows on houses and the sounds of the party grew distant.

Wordlessly, Declan passed me a cup he picked up on the way. I accepted it with shaky fingers, tipping it back.

Lotus whiskey burned down my throat like his stare burned my skin. Goosebumps prickled my flesh.

Even with silver streaks now in his hair, he was devastatingly hot. It was unfair.

No other wolf stood a chance against him.

My nose tickled with the scent of pine, smoke and dizzying musk. I’d almost forgotten how it felt to be near him. To want, to need, to crave.

“I’m sorry about Luna Naomi,” I blurted, my mind scrambling for a topic that would dampen my lust.

“Thank you.” A pause, then those piercing eyes softened just a fraction. “How has life been in the human realm?”

“Good.” My pulse hammered. “Really good.”

“Why did you run, Delilah?”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice dropped low with a command that had my thighs clenching. “I’ve wondered for years, maybe if I’d said something then you wouldn’t have left.”

Before I asked, he supplied with a straight face.

“I could smell your arousal, Lilah.”

My heart damn near stopped.

“I knew you harbored a crush,” he continued, eyes boring into me. “You were young, it was normal. You didn’t have to leave.”

“I…” But my head swam. He knew. All those days at the training grounds, brushes in the hallway, his name screamed into my pillow at night and he had known!

Shame twisted like a hot fork in my gut.

“I thought if I didn’t call attention to it, it would fade. But when you asked for permission to leave. I felt…responsible.”

What. The. f**k.

“I’m sorry if I had robbed you of a life here. I honestly didn’t—“

“It’s fine.” I just wanted him to stop talking. “Nobody’s to blame. I don’t regret my decision to leave. Besides, I’m not…that girl anymore.”

Then I wondered if he smelled my arousal now and hoped to the goddess he couldn’t.

His lips curved into a smile, a dark edge to his tone. “No, you’re not.”

My stomach fluttered.

“You’re a woman now. A f*****g beautiful woman.” His gaze traced my face in a slow cataloguing manner. “I’ve always liked the freckles on your cheeks, how blue your eyes are like a clear summer sky, the way your hair looks golden in sunlight.”

Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe it was how low and intimate his voice had gotten but I found myself stepping closer, drawn like a nail to a magnet.

Was this how he saw me? Was this what he thought of me?

“I’m ashamed to say I liked how you watched me during practice.” He shook his head in disbelief of his words. “The way your breath would catch when I took my shirt off. The way you’d press your thighs together when I touched you.”

I swallowed hard. The cool wind doing nothing for the fire creeping up my neck, simmering beneath my veins.

“I’m glad, you’ve outgrown it. But it’s also a shame. I loved the look on your face when you blushed and clenched those pretty thighs. I’ve had a lot of time to wonder—“ He chuckled, breaking away and facing the celebrations.

My p***y spasmed at his words, at the meaning my lust induced brain was interpreting.

How quickly had we come to toeing a dangerous line?

This was so wrong… and so f*****g hot.

But no! He was Lena’s father. My best friend’s dad. A mated Alpha.

“I—I should go. Lena’s probably looking for me.”

I turned, but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. The contact sent a jolt through my body, making a soft whimper escape me.

Mortified, I pulled out of his grip.

“Come have dinner with me tomorrow night.” It was a request I had no business accepting. “Lena and Kaden will be there,” he added. “For old times sake.”

Read between the lines, Delilah. Don’t you dare.

But his intoxicating pull broke down whatever resistance I was trying to have. My body screamed for Alpha c**k like the howls of euphoria around us.

I heard myself say the words.

“…Alright. I’ll be there.”

Then I fled.