The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 240

ook 2:Chapter 22-1

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The second our eyes locked, he dipped his head and claimed my mouth in a fierce, starving kiss.

It was brutal and desperate-his lips crashed against mine like he was drowning and I was the only air left in the world. His elongated fangs grazed my bottom lip, nipping hard enough to sting, drawing the faintest coppery taste of blood.

I winced, a small, involuntary sound slipping out.

He froze for a heartbeat. Then slowly, he pulled back just enough to rest his burning forehead against mine. His chest heaved violently as he fought to steady his ragged breathing, every exhale

scorching my skin.

For a long moment we stayed like that-foreheads pressed together, his grip still iron-tight on my wrist, fangs barely retracted, both of us trembling from whatever storm was raging inside him.

“Mr. Chester,” I whispered, voice trembling.

He answered in a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated straight through my bones.

“It’s Helio.”

My eyes flew wide. Helio? He really must be delirious, I thought-too fevered to even remember his

own name.

“You’re burning up,” I managed, reaching up to press my palm against his cheek. His skin felt like smooth, living fire beneath my fingers.

And God help me, whatever was happening to him was bleeding into me. I shouldn’t have felt this way-not now, not when he was like this-but arousal curled low and insistent in my belly anyway.

“I’m sorry, cutie pie,” he murmured, voice thick with need. “I couldn’t wait that forty-eight hours.”

He dipped his head, seeking the same spot on my neck where he’d marked me before. His left hand released my wrist only to slide down and clamp around my waist, yanking me flush against

him.

The hard length of him pressed insistently against my stomach. I bit down on my already swollen,

bruised lip to keep from whimpering.

“It’s okay,” I breathed, even though my pulse was hammering in my ears.

His tongue dragged a slow, wet path up the column of my throat. A helpless moan slipped out of

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Book 2 Chapter 22-1

1. My hands flew to his forearms, gripping hard as if I could anchor myself.

And then he struck.

His fangs sank deep into the tender flesh of my neck.

I cried out at the sharp, bright sting-nails digging into his arms hard enough to leave crescent

marks.

But the pain… it didn’t stay pain.

Claird

It bloomed into something molten. Heat exploded through me like wildfire, spreading from the bite straight down to my core. I felt myself flood, slick and sudden, drenching my thighs beneath the

skirt.

“What are you doing to me?” I gasped, dazed, head falling back to offer him even more of my

throat.

He withdrew his fangs with a soft, wet sound, only to replace them with his tongue-lapping slowly at the twin punctures, tasting the blood he’d drawn.

His hands slid lower, cupping my ass and squeezing possessively as he growled against my skin.

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

The words barely registered before I heard the sharp, unmistakable rip of fabric.

He tore my skirt open like it was paper, the sound echoing in the heavy silence of the room.

I gasped, my lips parting to protest, but the words never came.

He crushed his mouth to mine again, raw and relentless.

This kiss was different-hungrier, deeper, like he was trying to consume me whole. His tongue. swept inside, claiming every corner of my mouth with a desperate, almost reverent greed.

My hands flew up instinctively, palms flattening against the hard, fever-hot planes of his bare chest. I gripped him there, fingers splaying wide, feeling the frantic thud of his heartbeat beneath

my touch-as if he might shatter if I let go.

He kissed like someone who’d never done it before and yet somehow knew exactly how to unravel

Tentative at first, then ferocious.

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