Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 26

~Lily~

Was I about to stand behind this curtain, clutching the fabric like my life depended on it, and listen to him groan into someone else’s mouth, listen to her moan under him, listen to his skin slap against hers while I was dripping and completely powerless?

The thought made my chest feel tight and hot at the same time, like anger and arousal had decided to merge into one evil, unbearable feeling.

My mind started running wild. I imagined her..some faceless woman, writhing under him, touching him where I wanted to touch, tasting him where I wanted to taste, hearing the things I wanted him to say to me.

My wolf growled low in my head, a warning I felt in my spine. (If that happens, Lily, you and I are both going to lose our fucking minds.) I agreed without hesitation. I could already feel my jealousy sharpening like claws, ready to dig into anything that came between us.

And then, just when I thought maybe I was overreacting, he reached for his phone.

My eyes widened as I watched him pick it up from the nightstand, the glow from the screen lighting up his face.

His expression shifted, serious, almost commanding and then his voice dropped into that tone that made my stomach clench.

“Come in now.”

My heart jumped into my throat so fast I almost gasped out loud. Who the hell was that for? Who was he telling to come in?

The words rang in my ears and my grip on the curtain got tighter, my knuckles going white. I could hear my own breathing now, uneven and desperate, every inhale too loud for this kind of situation.

(If it’s a woman, Lily, I swear..) my wolf started, but I cut her off in my head. I didn’t need her finishing that sentence. Because I was already thinking the same thing.

Who was it? Who the hell was about to walk through that door and see him standing there, naked, glistening, and so goddamn hard it hurt to look at him? Who was about to get what I wanted so badly I could barely stand still?

The door opened slowly, and the first thing I saw was a woman stepping inside..a woman I had never seen before in my entire life on this yacht.

She was tall, with smooth golden–brown skin that seemed to glow under the warm light, her hair long and sleek, swaying against her back as she walked in like she owned the place

She wore a deep wine–red lingerie set that clung to her body like a second skin, the lace so sheer it was basically just decoration. My brain stumbled over itself trying to process what I was seeing.

Where the hell had she come? I have never seen her before. Was she hiding somewhere the whole time? Was she… brought here? And if she was brought here, why? What exactly was happening right now?

The door clicked shut behind her, and my stomach tightened when I heard the soft slide of the lock. It was a lock that said this is private, a lock that said you’re not invited, a lock that made my wolf growl in irritation deep in my mind.

She swayed her hips slowly as she walked toward him, her eyes fixed on his naked body like she was already undressing him, even though there was nothing left to take off.

And then, without any hesitation, she reached for the strap of her lingerie top. My pulse jumped.

One strap fell, then the.other, and she let the lace slide down her arms until it floated to the floor like it was nothing.

She hooked her thumbs into the thin waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, teasingly, her body swaying side to side as the fabric inched lower and lower until it too pooled at her feet.

Now she was completely naked, her body flawless, every movement dripping with the kind of confidence that said she had done this before and knew exactly how it would end.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes still locked on him, and then she said it..her voice low, sultry, like honey melting over fire.

“You called me, Alpha… to satisfy you.”

I gripped the curtain so hard I thought the rod might come loose from the wall, my head spinning, my stomach a hot knot of jealousy, curiosity, and something so much darker. My wolf’s voice was a hiss in my head. (She’s not going to touch him. I swear, Lily, she’s not.)

But right now, standing here watching this unfold, I wasn’t so sure.

“You know you don’t have to say much, Alpha. The moment you called, I knew exactly why. I’ve been waiting for this.

Waiting for the day you’d finally stop pretending you could resist me.” Her fingers traced her own collarbone, sliding down the center of her chest to cup one perfect breast as if to display it to him. “Fuck look at your big thick dick. I wanna wrap my tongue around it and suck it” She smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips that made my stomach twist in rage.

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.