Delilah’s POV
Two days. Two long, agonizing nights had passed since I last heard from Alpha Zedd Vale, and I was slowly unraveling.
I sat at my desk, staring at the same line in a financial report for what felt like the hundredth time.
The words refused to make sense.
My body was a live wire, restless, aching, and throbbing with hunger. I couldn’t silence it, no matter how hard I tried. Every time I closed my eyes, the memories flooded back: his stormy blue eyes locked on mine as I shattered on his fingers, the wicked curve of his smile, the low, commanding timbre of his voice. My thighs pressed together under the desk, but the pressure only made the ache between my legs sharper. That day in his conference room with the vibrator had been the most thrilling, terrifying, and exhilarati
