Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 25

~Lilly~

“wait–hold up. Is that a condom?”

I stopped dead in the doorway, my fingers curling tighter around the frame as my eyes locked on the bed.

The sheets were crisp and perfectly tucked, the pillows propped neatly except for that one little thing in the dead center.

A shiny silver foil packet, glinting under the warm light like it had been placed there on purpose.

My heartbeat picked up instantly, and my mind started running its own filthy commentary before I could even stop it.

Oh my God, is that what I think it is? Why the hell would he just leave it there like that? Was it for someone tonight? Was it for me? No, it couldn’t be for me. Could it? Holy shit, what if it was for me?

What if he’d put it there thinking about me, thinking about exactly what he’d do if I ended up in here?

What if he imagined me on that bed, in the exact spot it’s lying right now, looking up at him while he..God, stop it, Lily, you’re literally making yourself wet just thinking about it.

Lily. Stop it. Stop it right now. That was what I told myself, but of course I did not listen. I never listen when it comes to him.

My mind was a storm of bad decisions, my hormones were burning through me, and now even my wolf was slipping in like a shadow, her voice curling around my thoughts like smoke.

(Pick it up.) Her tone was low, slow, and dripping with temptation, the kind of voice that always dragged me toward trouble.

“No,” I argued instantly, even though my eyes had not moved from that shiny silver foil packet lying in the center of Connor’s bed. “If I pick it up, I will start imagining things, and then I will get turned and then he will walk in and see me, and then…” on,

Then you will what? Let him use it on you?) Her voice was wickedly amused.

“You are supposed to be the one stopping me from doing reckless things,” I hissed in my mind, my pulse pounding against my skin.

Sweetheart, I am a wolf. I was not built for morals. I was built for instincts. And my instincts are telling me that you have been watching him for days. You have been smelling him, memorizing every move he makes, wondering what it would feel like to have him shove you onto that bed and make you his.)

Heat shot through me so fast I squeezed my thighs together just to ground myself. “I am not picking it up. That would be insane. It is a condom. It is Connor’s bed. It is wrong.”

(It is not wrong if he left it there for you.)

My breath caught in my throat. My gaze locked back on the packet, my chest rising faster. “You think… you really think he put it there for me?”

(I know he did. And you know it too. You just do not want to admit it because the second you will not stop at picking it up, you will rip it open yourself and beg him to use it.)

I gripped my dress so hard my knuckles ached. My face was hot, my skin buzzing with electricity, and the image hit me hard.

I could see him standing over the bed, his eyes dark and unreadable, tossing that condom down between us like a dare, knowing I would break first.

“I hate you,” I told her, but my voice trembled, and she laughed in my head, slow and satisfied.

(No, you do not. You want him. You want him more than you want your next breath. Go on, touch it. Feel the heat of the foil. Imagine him tearing it open with his teeth and sliding it down over himself, slow enough to make you whimper, and then…“)

“Stop,” I snapped, but my breathing was already faster, my thighs pressing tighter together, my mind spinning through every filthy scenario she was feeding me.

My breathing quickened, my thighs pressed together tighter, and I could feel my pulse pounding all the way between my legs.

(You do not want me to stop, Lily. You want me to keep going until you are dripping for him.)

I bit down on my lip, shaking my head, but it was useless, Every word she spoke painted another vivid, filthy picture in my mind.

(Imagine him walking in right now, seeing you standing here with that condom in your hand. Imagine his eyes locking on you, that low growl rumbling out of his chest as he steps closer).

(You would back up until your legs hit the bed, wouldn’t you? And then he would lean over you, take it from your fingers, tear it open, and slide it on while you watch him. You would not be able to look away. You would not even breathe until you felt him shove into you.)

My whole body shivered, and I gripped the doorframe harder, my nails digging into the wood. “You are going to get me killed,” I whispered, but my voice was shaky, needy.

(Killed? No. Fucked until you cannot walk? Absolutely. You think you can keep pretending you do not want him, but I can smell it. I can feel it in you. And do you know what else? So can he.)

My breath hitched, my cheeks burning hotter. “Shut up.”

(He wants you, Lily. He has wanted you since the first day. You could drop to your knees right now, right here, and he would let you. And you would love every second of it. You would moan his name so loud the whole damn yacht would hear you.)

“God, stop,” I groaned, but my hand had already twitched toward the bed, my fingertips aching to feel the foil, to test the heat of it, to prove to myself whether she was right.

(Go on, touch it. You know you will not be able to resist for long. And when you do, you will finally know what it feels like to be owned.)

My thighs squeezed tighter, my head was spinning, and I felt like I was seconds away from actually doing it until the sound of water stopped in the bathroom.

My wolf went silent instantly, but her smugness wrapped around me like heat.

Without thinking, I moved, pressing myself against the wall just as the bathroom door creaked open.

“Fuck, he must not see me,” I whispered to myself, my pulse hammering against my ribs so violently it hurt. My mind was already in full panic, darting from one insane option to the next.

Where on earth should I hide? Behind the door? Under the bed? In the damn closet? No, no, no, the closet would smell like him, and I would suffocate on it. Argh–fuck, yes, there.

The heavy velvet curtains. Thick enough to swallow me whole if I stayed still, long enough to hide my toes, and far enough from the bed that maybe, just maybe, I could avoid being caught.

I lunged silently toward them, clutching the folds of fabric like they were my last chance at life. My chest was heaving, my breath trapped in my throat, every nerve in my body on fire.

I could hear the faint splash of water dripping from him as he moved inside the bathroom, and the sound alone made heat coil deep in my belly.

“Stay quiet,” I told myself. “Stay still. If he sees you, you’re dead. If he sees you, you’ll never get out of here without… without…” I swallowed hard because the end of that sentence was the very thing I could not stop thinking about.

Then I could not help myself, and of course, because I am me, the worst possible version of me, I had to look.

I leaned the tiniest bit forward, pressing my face into the thick velvet curtain until I found that perfect little slit where the fabric barely touched, and I peeped through.

My eyes landed on him at the exact moment his towel slid from his hips. I swear to the Moon Goddess, it fell in slow motion, like something out of one of those scandalous romance movies you pretend you only watch for the plot.

The sound it made hitting the floor was soft, but in my head, it was deafening, because that was the moment my brain completely fried.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I could not stop saying it, and I could not stop staring, because there it was–his dick.

Not just any dick. A big, thick, heavy, rock–hard, vein–lined, perfectly built–for–destruction dick that made my mouth go dry instantly.

My thighs pressed together like they were trying to trap the sudden molten heat pooling between them. I was aware of every single throb, every single pulse of my heartbeat down there, and it was almost embarrassing, except I was too busy staring to even care.

Oh fuck, he was perfect. Not just perfect like some random hot guy on the street–perfect in a way that felt dangerous.

Perfect in the way that made my fingers twitch with the desperate urge to wrap around him, perfect in the way that made my lips ache to part and taste him, perfect in the way that promised if I got anywhere near him, I would not survive the night without him owning every single part of me.

His skin still glistened from the shower, drops of water clinging to his shoulders, sliding over the ridges of muscle in his chest, catching on the sharp dips of his abs before running straight down into that sinful trail of hair that pointed directly to where I was staring.

(Look at him, Lily. Look at him and tell me you don’t want him.) My wolf’s voice slinked into my thoughts, warm and wicked, and the worst part? She knew I could not tell her that.

I was looking. Oh, I was looking like my life depended on memorizing every inch. My breathing got heavier, chest rising and falling too fast, my nails digging into the velvet curtain just to keep myself from doing something stupid.

And of course, my brain was already coming up with a hundred ways I could make this worse. What if I stepped out right now?

What if I walked straight to him, dropped to my knees, and let him fill my mouth until I was gagging on him? What if I tasted him just once, long enough to know the exact sound he made when he

“Oh my god,” I whispered, my lips parting like they were meant for him, my entire body on edge.

(You are not going to make it through this summer without letting him fuck you, Lily. You know that, don’t you?) My wolf’s voice was smug, satisfied, already convinced of the ending.

And the worst part? She was right.

He bent down, slow enough that I saw every ripple of muscle in his back and arms, every drop of water sliding down his skin as he picked the condom.

My stomach twisted instantly. Oh my god. Was he about to use it? Was he expecting someone?

Was he about to fuck someone right now, in this room, while I was hiding like an idiot behind this curtain, breathing like I had just run a marathon?

Was I about to hear the sounds of him inside some other woman while I stood here dripping and doing nothing?