Her hips rolled as she took another step forward, closing the space between them. “I’ve dreamed about this moment, Alpha. About you pinning me against the wall and making me scream your name.
“About you grabbing my hair and forcing me to take every inch of you down my throat until I can’t breathe.” She bit her lip again, slow, her eyes flicking down to his cock, and I hated that it twitched under her gaze.
“I’ve imagined you bending me over every surface in this room, marking me until I can’t walk straight. I’ve imagined you claiming me so hard everyone would know I belong to you just by the way I’d limp out the next morning.”
She trailed her hand down her stomach, stopping right above the dark patch of curls between her thighs, her nails grazing her skin. “I want you to use me, Alpha Any way you want. Every way you’ve ever fantasized about.”
I could feel my pulse in my throat, my fists tightening in the curtain fabric. My wolf was snarling, pacing, practically foaming at the mouth. (She’s dead, Lily. She’s fucking dead.)
But the woman wasn’t done. She tilted her head, looking up at him through her lashes in that fake-innocent way women in pornos did.
“You called me here cause you need a release right? You don’t want just any woman..you want one who can take it. All of it. I’m not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of your strength. I want it. I crave it. I need to feel it.”
Then she smiled again, wicked and confident, and whispered, “So tell me… how do you want me first?”
“Go on the bed,” he said, and it wasn’t a request, it was the kind of order that could make your knees buckle whether you wanted it to or not.
“Spread your legs for me.”
The bitch didn’t even hesitate. She strutted to the bed like she owned the place, every sway of her hips screaming look at me, and I hated her already.
She climbed up onto his bed, his bed, like she had a right to be there, and then she laid back and parted her thighs so wide I could see everything glistening between them from where I was hiding. My nails dug into the curtain so hard I thought I might rip it.
“Finger yourself,” Connor continued, his tone like molten steel, his eyes fixed on her in a way that made my stomach twist. “And touch your nipples while you do it.”
She let out this fake little gasp and obeyed instantly, sliding her fingers down to that overexposed, dripping heat between her thighs while her other hand came up to cup her breast.
She pinched her nipple like she was trying to win a goddamn Oscar for best sex performance.
“Press your t**s harder,” Connor growled, his voice dropping even lower, and I swear I could feel it vibrating through me. “I want to see them in your hands. I want to hear you moan for me. Now.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she breathed, pressing her breasts together like she was in some sleazy porno, letting out a long, exaggerated moan that made me want to roll my eyes so hard they’d get stuck in my skull.
She started rocking her hips, her fingers moving faster, her other hand tweaking her nipples until her back arched and her hair spilled over his pillows like she belonged there.
She was moaning louder now, long, drawn-out cries that filled the room with the sound of her need.
Her head was thrown back against his pillows, her hair spread out like she thought she was in some kind of erotic photoshoot, her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping heat while her other hand cupped and squeezed her breasts.
She pinched her nipples hard, arching her back with a shaky gasp, her moans turning into broken little whimpers between every breath.
“Ohhh… Alpha… yes… just like that… mmm-ahhh-oh fuck… yes…” she cried, her voice high and breathless, her thighs trembling as she rocked her hips into her own hand like she was chasing a climax.
Connor stood there in absolute stillness, his eyes locked on her like he was memorizing every movement.
His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, his jaw tight, his gaze dark and fixed. I gripped the curtain so hard my knuckles were white, my nails digging into the fabric, because every second of watching him look at her like that felt like it was scraping something inside me.
Then he moved. His hand reached for the condom lying on the bed, the same one that had been making my chest tighten since the moment I spotted it.
The thin rip of the wrapper made my heart skip, and for one sickening moment, I thought I was about to see him roll it on and give her what I had been imagining in my head since the first day I saw him.
But then he didn’t. He held the condom in both hands and ripped it in one clean motion, tearing it straight down the middle, the sound sharp and final.
The latex snapped uselessly in his grip, and his voice came out low, cold, and edged with that
Alpha authority that could make your knees buckle.
“Get. Out. Now.”
She froze mid-moan, her fingers still between her legs, her mouth hanging open. “What? What did you say?” she asked in disbelief, her voice’ cracking as though she couldn’t process the idea that someone would throw her out after she had laid herself bare like that.
My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My mind was spinning so fast it made my pulse race.
What the hell just happened? How could he just switch like that? One moment he was watching her like she was the only thing in the world, and now he was looking at her like she was nothing but dirt on the floor.
**Connor**
Fuck, I could not get her out of my head since I caught her kneeling in front of that stupid kid. Lily.
That reckless, infuriating little tease.
She wanted to suck his dick, right there, like she wasn’t on my yacht, like I wasn’t the one her parents had trusted to watch over her, like she didn’t know exactly what that would do to me.
The image was burned into my mind, the way her lips were so close to wrapping around him, the gleam in her eyes, that shameless look she gave me when she realized I was watching.
I was in my room now, pacing back and forth, my fists clenching and unclenching, my shoulders tight with tension.
My pulse was still pounding from the rush of rage I felt when I saw her like that. My jaw ached from how hard I had been grinding my teeth.
The lounge downstairs was a mess; I had shattered three glasses in a row, the sound of breaking glass the only thing keeping me from storming straight to her room and fuck her.
“Fucking Lily!” I growled, the sound raw and low as it rumbled out of me. My hands dragged through my hair, pulling hard enough to sting, but nothing could pull me out of the haze she left me in.
My cock was already hard, thick and heavy, pressing against the front of my pants. It made me even angrier because I hated that she could do this to me.
I could still see her face from earlier, those big, eyes locking with mine, daring me to punish her.
I could still hear the edge in her voice, the way she almost purred my title like it was a game.
I had stepped in, made Jason run for his pathetic life, and still she sat there, staring up at me like she belonged on her knees in front of me and no one else.
The memory sent a jolt through me, so strong it almost hurt, my cock twitching hard and pressing painfully against my shorts.
Heat rushed through my veins.
“She’s just a kid, Connor. She’s your daughter’s best friend,” I told myself out loud, my teeth gritted so tight it made my jaw ache as I paced the length of the room.
The words were supposed to ground me, but they only made the hunger sharper, because the truth was she wasn’t a child anymore.
She was eighteen, fully grown, fully aware of her effect on me, and every single thing she had done. tonight proved she knew exactly how to push me to the edge.
“She knew I was watching,” I growled into the empty air, my voice deep and raw. “She wanted me to see her kneeling in front of that stupid kid.” The scene replayed in my mind, the way her chin tilted just enough to look dangerous, the way her eyes stayed locked on mine, challenging me, taunting me, while her lips hovered dangerously close to wrapping around him. It wasn’t him she was performing for; it was me.
“She’s dangerous,” I said, dragging both hands down my face before gripping my hair so tightly it hurt.
“Not just a brat. She’s dangerous to me.” My reflection in the darkened glass across the room showed the truth I didn’t want to admit, the hunger, the obsession, the dark claim already in my eyes.
That was when my wolf’s voice slid into my head. She is ours.
“She is trouble,” I bit back in my thoughts, pacing faster. “She will ruin us.”
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