Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 56

I wasn’t even embarrassed. I was pissed.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, talking about my t**s like that?” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest…too late, obviously, because the damage was already done.

He’d seen them. Both of them. Full view. And judging by the way his tongue literally dragged across his bottom lip like he was savoring the idea of sucking me dry, he wasn’t trying to forget the sight anytime soon.

His eyes flicked up to mine, slowly. Too slowly. And that stupid smirk on his face made my stomach twist.

“I think I’m the man who’s about to put his mouth all over them,” he said, calm as hell, like that was a normal fucking thing to say to a girl who had just caught him staring.

My whole body went still for a second. Not because I was scared. Not because I was shy. But because something about the way he said it – that low, hot, cocky–as–sin tone – went straight to the center of my core and grabbed.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” I said quickly, trying to pull myself together, but he just stepped closer like my words meant nothing. Like I wasn’t the one in control. Like he could smell how wet I was getting from nothing but his voice and a few filthy words.

“Oh no?” he murmured, dipping his head a little, his breath skimming the top of my breasts. “Then tell me to stop.”

And I swear to God, I opened my mouth. I tried. I really, really tried. But no sound came out. Not even a whisper.

Because he was right there.

His eyes were glued to my nipples like he was memorizing every curve, every shiver, every twitch.

My skin felt too hot. My chest was rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon, and the worst part? I was clenching my thighs together like that would help anything.

“You walked in here with your t**s bare,” he said, his voice somehow even filthier now. “And you’re mad I noticed? Baby, they’re perfect. Round. Tight. So fucking biteable. I’d suck on one while I play with the other. Make you whimper. Make you drip all over my fingers while I tease you slow.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered, and my knees actually wobbled. Like they wobbled. I was one second away from grabbing the wall behind me and begging it to hold me up.

“And don’t lie to me,” he kept going, like I hadn’t just almost collapsed in heat. “You want me to look. You walked in here with those pretty little nipples out, hard as fuck, and now you’re trying to act innocent?”

“I wasn’t trying to act anything,” I argued, because hello, I still had pride.

But he just smiled, and oh my God, the way his hand came up…not touching, just hovering beneath my left breast like he was warming his palm with the heat of my skin…made every inch of me pulse.

“I’d get on my knees for these,” he whispered. “I’d suck on them until you’re shaking. I’d roll my tongue around them until you’re crying my name. And when you come, baby? I’d lick it up while I’m still playing with your tits.”

“You’re disgusting,” I said, even though my breath was hitching and my nipples were so tight I was ready to scream.

“No,” he whispered, finally letting his fingers ghost along the underside of my breast, barely touching, “I’m hungry.”

And I swear to God, I almost let him do it.

I almost gave in right then and there.

Because his voice, his heat, his fucking eyes…they were all over me, soaking into my skin, making me ache like I was in heat.

“You want me to be respectful?” he said, licking his lips again. “Please. Please let me suck your t**s. Please let me roll them in my mouth while you beg me to go harder. That better?”

“No,” I gasped.

“Then say it,” he said. “Say you want me to taste you.”

I swear I couldn’t fucking breathe.

He was just standing there. Breathing. Looking at me like he was about to ruin me for every other man on the planet, and my heart was beating like it forgot how to stay inside my chest.

Then he said it.

“I’m drawn to you,” he murmured, and holy fuck, I swear my knees almost gave out right there. “I don’t know why. I don’t understand it. But my wolf wants you.”

What the hell was I supposed to do with that?

He wasn’t even touching me, but my nipples were already hard, my panties were disgusting, and my thighs were clenched like I was trying to hold something in. And the worst part? I didn’t even want to stop it. I wanted to spread my legs and say take me, daddy wolf, like a complete fucking idiot.

“He doesn’t just want to touch you,” he said, stepping closer until I felt the heat of his body sink into mine like a second skin. “He wants to take you. Claim you. Bite you so hard you scream my name with blood in your mouth.”

I should’ve run. I should’ve slapped him. I should’ve said fuck no, but instead, I just stood there like a stupid wet mess with my lips parted and my brain fried and my thighs actually shaking.

“Fuck,” he growled, and my pussy clenched so hard I gasped. “You have a mate, don’t you?”

I nodded, but I hated myself for it.

“Then why,” he asked, stepping closer again, “does it feel like I’m the one who’s supposed to be inside you?”

My lips were trembling. My body was betraying me so hard I could actually feel my arousal sliding down my inner thigh. And the way he was staring at me? Like he could smell it. Like he could feel it.

“There’s tension between us,” he whispered. “You feel it too. Don’t lie.”

I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. But his hand was already brushing my waist, hovering there like he wanted to grab me and bend me over.

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” he asked, and my whole body lit on fire. “Even though you have a mate. Even though I’m the one you shouldn’t want.”

“Say it,” he whispered, dipping his head like he was about to lick my neck. “Say you feel that little pussy clenching every time I talk.”

I nodded again because fuck, I couldn’t lie. My mouth was dry, and my entire body was screaming yesyesyesyesyes like I was possessed.

I wanted him.

And I was so fucking scared of what would happen if he touched me.

Because I knew I wouldn’t stop him.

Not even if my mate walked in and saw me getting devoured.

He moved so fast I barely saw it.

One second he was just standing there, breathing like he was holding back the beast inside him.

The next second, his hands were on me.

Oh my God.

He ripped my clothes off.

Like–actually ripped them.

One second I was standing there trying to keep my damn heart from exploding out of my chest, and the next thing I knew, his hands were grabbing my shirt and tearing it straight down the middle like he was possessed.

Like the fabric had personally insulted him. I heard it rip and then snap, and before I could even say hey wait.

I was naked.

Fully, completely, totally fucking naked in front of him.

And the way he looked at me?

Holy shit.

His eyes weren’t just hungry. They were worse. Like he was trying to decide whether to bend me over or drop to his knees and taste me like a starving man. His chest was rising and falling like he couldn’t catch his breath, and then he growled.

Not soft.

Not sweet.

It was a full, nasty, deep–in–his–throat growl that made my clit throb so hard I almost reached down and touched myself in front of him. I didn’t even mean to do it. My body just twitched. My hips actually rolled forward like they were searching for something–for him–and I didn’t even care how fucking desperate that made me.

Then he said it.

“Fuck,” he growled, and his voice cracked. “Fuck. I’m fucking hard.”

And oh my God.

Oh my God.

I looked down, and Jesus, it was huge. That thing in his pants? That wasn’t a dick. That was a fucking problem. A threat. A monster. A beast that was currently trapped behind a pair of jeans that were doing absolutely nothing to hide how badly he wanted to shove it inside me and ruin my entire life.

I didn’t even think.

He reached for my hand.

“There,” he whispered, and I swear his voice was shaking. “You feel that? That’s your fault.

His hand twitched under mine. His hips jerked forward. He made this sound–like a growl mixed with a moan–and I swear to God I felt my own arousal drip down my thigh.

“I’m not even supposed to want you,” I said, and I couldn’t stop my mouth anymore. “I have a mate.

I know I do. But fuck.

“Say it again,” he whispered, eyes locked on my mouth.

“What?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant.

He leaned closer.

“Say you’re wet for me.”

And fuck, I was already gone.

“I’m so wet,” I said, and I didn’t even mean to moan it, but I did. “I’ve never been this wet in my life. My pussy’s throbbing so bad I feel like I’m gonna explode. And it’s all your fault. What the fuck did you do to me?”

And then everything stopped.

For a second I forgot how to breathe.

Because I heard her.

My wolf.

I actually froze, because after that injection, I thought she was gone. I thought they had killed her. I hadn’t heard a single whisper from her since.

But then, clear as daylight, she was there.

“Second mate.”

My entire body went cold. I stared up at him like the world had just tilted sideways.

“What?” I whispered, shaking my head. “No. No, that’s not possible.”

The voice came again, softer this time.

“Second mate.”

I pushed him back, hard enough that his hands slipped from my waist.

“Don’t,” I said, my voice breaking. “Don’t touch me.”