The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 130

Chapter 123

Octavia

Clair

He dragged me into his room, and the moment the door clicked shut behind us, my back hit it with

a soft thud.

It was the very first time I had ever stepped into his space, and instantly I was swallowed by his

scent, rich, wild, consuming. It clung to the air, to my skin, filling my lungs until all I could breathe

was him. My body reacted before my mind could, every nerve sparking to life as if answering a call

it had been waiting for.

Maurice didn’t waste a second. His hand came to the back of my neck, firm but careful, and his

mouth crashed into mine in a hungry, claiming kiss. I let him. Maybe because I couldn’t resist, or

maybe because I didn’t want to. His tongue invaded my mouth, his taste overwhelming, and I

melted into the rhythm he created, rough, desperate, but perfectly in sync. Every move he made drew something deeper out of me, something that had been hiding under control for too long.

My breath hitched, little gasps escaping between the clash of our lips while his low grunts vibrated against me. When his hardened length pressed against me, a shiver ran through my body, my legs almost giving way. My heart thudded so fast it felt like it was trying to break free from my chest. His lips left mine only to trail down my neck, burning a path of heat until he found the spot that

made me arch.

My fingers had already tangled into his hair, holding him close as he bit down gently on my shoulder. The strap of my dress slipped, exposing skin I didn’t even realize he’d been dying to see.

“Maurice-” I breathed, my voice betraying me, sounding more like a plea than a protest. “Not now.”

He didn’t move away. Instead, his lips brushed my ear as he chuckled darkly, “Says the one holding

me for dear life.”

Only then did I realize what I was doing, my nails were digging into his shirt, clutching him as

though letting go would mean losing air. I wanted to pull away, to regain composure, but instead, a

soft laugh escaped me. The tension between us shifted, gentler yet still electric, and he took that

moment to kiss me again.

This time it wasn’t rushed. His lips moved slowly, careful, full of something I couldn’t quite name.

He bit down softly on my lower lip, tugging just enough to make my pulse race.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his forehead resting against mine, his breath hot and ragged.

I wanted to say something back, maybe tease him the way I always do, but no words came. My lips

were trembling, my thoughts scattered. The way he looked at me, like I was both the beginning

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and the end of his sanity, made my resolve crumble bit by bit.

Clam

If he kept touching me like this… if he whispered my name the way he just did… I wasn’t sure I’d be

able to stop him. And maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want to.

But just like that, he moved away from me.

His breath was heavy, chest rising and falling as if he was trying to fight something stronger than

himself. He turned his back to me, running both hands through his hair in frustration, and I could

feel the struggle rolling off him in waves.

I quickly fixed my dress, my trembling fingers fumbling with the straps. Even though I knew it was

the right thing to do, a small part of me still felt disappointed that he’d stopped. My heart was still

racing, and my body was aching for more.

“You’ll stay here tonight,” his voice came, low but calm.

I nodded even though he wasn’t looking at me.

He turned after a moment, his gaze steady and unreadable as it lingered on my face. “I promise,”

he said quietly, “I won’t touch you further.”

I forced a small smile, unsure of what I was feeling. Gratitude? Disappointment? Maybe both.

I should be thankful-thankful that he was keeping his word. That he wasn’t letting desire win.

“Okay,” I whispered.

He nodded once, as if reassuring himself as well, then said something that made my heart skip a

beat.

“But first… we need to get you out of that dress.”

For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The way he said it wasn’t lustful, not exactly, but the tone,

the heat in his voice, stirred something deep inside me. That strange flutter in my belly returned,

stronger than before, and I felt my wolf stirring restlessly inside me.

A few minutes later, I’d freshened up and slipped into one of his shirts. It hung loosely over my body, brushing against my thighs, and the scent of him clung to the fabric-earthy, masculine, and

warm. My wolf practically purred in delight, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her.

While he took his bath, I sat on the bed, hugging my knees and trying to calm the storm of thoughts in my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, the way he looked at me like I

was both a temptation and salvation at once.

When the sound of running water stopped, I quickly lay down, turning to face the other side of the bed and pretending to be asleep. My heart thudded against my chest as I listened to his footsteps,

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slow and steady, drawing closer.

Clair

The room dimmed as he turned off the light, and I heard the soft rustle of fabric as he moved. I thought he would stay on the couch, or at least keep some distance between us, but the mattress dipped slightly as he sat beside me.

“You’re not sleeping,” he said softly.

I froze, then turned slowly to face him. And immediately wished I hadn’t.

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