She will make us alive again, my wolf countered, his tone edged with a growl. You saw the way she looked at us. She doesn’t want him. She wants you. She’s been waiting for you to take her.
I clenched my fists, heat building low in my stomach. “She’s my daughter’s best friend,” I reminded him harshly.
She’s an Omega, he growled, more insistent now. She is eighteen. She’s ripe. She’s wet for you,
Connor. You smelled it. You tasted it in the air.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, the truth hitting me like a punch. My wolf was right. I had smelled her arousal the second I walked in.
She had been dripping for me while on her knees in front of that idiot, and she had looked right at me as if she knew it would drive me insane.
She’s going to ruin me if I’m not careful, I knew it with every pounding beat of my heart. She would strip me down to nothing, pull the Alpha out of me until there was nothing left but a man starved for her.
She would have me breaking every rule I swore I’d uphold, and the worst part was that I wanted her to.
Even as I said it, I could see her in my mind like she was already here, her back pressed into my mattress, her hair fanned across my pillow, her wrists pinned above her head by my hand.
I could see the exact way her chest would rise and fall when I leaned in close enough for her to feel my breath. I could see her nipples pebbling, her thighs trembling, her lips parting in that perfect mix of defiance and surrender.
I imagined the sound she’d make when I finally pushed inside her, the way her nails would claw at my skin, the helpless little gasps when she realized there was no escape, that she was completely at my mercy.
The image burned hotter and hotter until my breathing turned rough and my cock throbbed so hard it was almost painful.
Stop fighting it, my wolf rumbled inside my head, his voice dripping with lust. She’s already yours. She wants to be claimed. She’s been taunting you since she got here. Every smile, every glance, every sway of her hips, she’s been asking for you to take her.
“I can’t,” I ground out, my voice low but full of tension as I stalked toward the dresser. “She’s Bella’s best friend. She’s-“
Fuck it, She’s an Omega in her prime, my wolf interrupted, his tone savage now. She’s wet for you, Connor. You smelled it the moment you opened that door. She wants no one else.
You saw the way she looked at you instead of him. You think she would have been on her knees for that boy if she didn’t want you to see?
I swore under my breath, pacing faster, my hands curling into fists. He was right. She had wanted me to see. She had wanted to get under my skin, and damn it, she had succeeded.
“Fuck. When I get hold of your pussy Lily I’ll make sure you fucking beg,” I hissed, my body aching with a need I couldn’t control.
I tore my shirt over my head and threw it to the floor, the air in the room feeling too hot, too thick. Fuck,” I growled, my wolf snarling in agreement
I need a fucking cold shower. The words rumbled out of me like a warning to myself, but I already knew it wouldn’t work.
My body was on fire and only one thing was going to put it out, and it wasn’t ice-cold water.
Still, I stepped into the bathroom, slammed the door shut behind me, and twisted the knob until the spray hit.
The water pelted down on me in streams, cascading over my shoulders, down my chest, and straight to the length jutting out from my body.
The moment that icy rush hit my cock, I grunted deep in my throat, but instead of calming me, the ache flared hotter, harder.
My hand moved there without hesitation, wrapping tight around my shaft, and I began to stroke slowly, dragging my palm over the, sensitive skin while the cold water drummed against me.
A low moan escaped me before I could hold it back, my head tilting up toward the ceiling as the sound echoed against the tile.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, my voice breaking with the force of it. My strokes grew firmer, my grip tightening as I pumped from base to tip, each pull making my hips jerk forward.
Water streamed down my stomach, gliding into my fist, making every movement smoother, more dangerous.
“Fuck… ahhh fuck… mmm-ahhh-fuck,” I moaned again, my breathing turning faster as the image of Lily filled my head.
Her knees on the floor, her lips parting, her eyes locked on mine in that perfect mix of defiance and submission.
The fantasy made my strokes faster, more desperate.
My head rolled back against the cold tile, my mouth falling open as I groaned again, louder this time.
“Ohhh fuuuck… ahhh… oh fuck yes,” I panted, my arm working faster, my body jerking in time with each stroke.
“Lily, fuck, Lily,” I groaned, my voice deep and rough as I pumped my cock harder, my hand sliding from the thick base up to the slick, swollen head.
My head was tilted back, water cascading over my face and chest, but my eyes were squeezed shut as her image filled my mind.
My chest heaved, my thighs tensed, and the sound of my own breathing mixed with the rhythmic slap of my fist against my length.
“You’re fucking mine, Lily. Your pussy is mine. Nobody else gets it. Nobody else touches it. Fuck, it’s mine.”
I thrust into my grip with sharp, needy jerks, the cold water doing nothing to cool the molten heat my blood.
My hips rolled forward again and again, my abs tightening as the orgasm climbed up my spine like fire.
“I’m cumming, baby. Oh fuck, I’m cumming. Daddy’s cumming for you, Lily,” I growled, my voice dropping lower with each word, my entire body bowing forward from the intensity of cumming.
And then, just as the pleasure threatened to break me apart, I caught it..her scent, wrapping itself around me until I could taste it.
My eyes flew open, the tension in my muscles freezing solid, my cock still gripped tight in my hand. My chest expanded in one slow, deep inhale as I drew her into me.
She was here. Not in my imagination. Not in my memory. She was actually here in this room, close enough that her scent was flooding my lungs and making my cock twitch harder.
My head snapped toward the shadowy corner near the door, my pulse hammering in my ears as I realized she was watching me, standing there in silence while I stroked myself and moaned her name.
A slow, dark smirk curved over my lips as I let my hand ease down the length of my cock, keeping my eyes fixed on that corner.
My voice dropped into a low growl, the kind that vibrated in my chest. “Time to play a little game with her.”
**Connor**
“Get on the bed and spread your fucking legs,” I said to the woman I had called in. My voice was low, sharp, and heavy with the kind of authority that made her obey instantly.
Why did I call her? Because I knew Lily was watching. Oh, I could smell her. That sweet, intoxicating scent, flooding the room until my wolf was snarling in my head.
She was wet, and she was in heat. I knew her thighs would be pressed together, her little hands fisting whatever fabric she was hiding behind, trying to resist the pull. But how could she? How could she resist me when every nerve in her body was tuned to mine?
The woman, one who had made it very obvious she had always wanted my cock, walked to the bed without hesitation.
She climbed up and spread her legs wide, putting herself on display like she thought she was a prize worth claiming. Was I disgusted? Yeah. Kinda. Her pussy was stretched, her hole gaping as if it had seen more men than I could count.
That told me everything I needed to know, she was a whore. But that wasn’t the point. I wasn’t here to fuck her. I wasn’t going to put myself inside that used-up hole.
No, this was about something else entirely. This was about showing Lily exactly what I could do, about feeding the jealousy that would eat her alive until she broke.
“Fucking finger yourself and moan,” I commanded, My wolf growled his approval, knowing exactly what game we were playing.”
This wasn’t about the woman on the bed-it was about the girl hiding in the shadows, the one whose scent had my blood boiling and my cock harder than steel.
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