Page 45 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

I am so fucking horny I could combust.

I rinse the soap suds off my body, then let my fingers lazily trail up and down my stomach and breasts.

My breathing gets heavier as I slip my hand between my legs and find my center slippery and wet.

I have never had such an intense reaction before.

I imagine what it would be like to lick Liam’s throat and sink my teeth into it.

The way his blood would trickle down…

The taste of him in my mouth. How would he sound if he said my name; not out of anger, but passion?

What if his fingers slipped between my thighs, and he saw the effect he had on me?

I brush over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck!” I moan as my other hand reaches for my breast, pinching roughly and massaging it.

I am flooded with thoughts of Liam.

On his knees.

Towering over me as I am the one on my knees.

My fingers rub furious circles on my clit.

“Oh, fuck me!” I moan again, sliding an index finger through my wet slit. I am going to come.

I thrust a little deeper, feeling myself clench around the digit.

“Right there,” I groan.

I am ashamed that I want him, especially after learning that he is the first-born son of the family that was responsible for murdering my father.

But here in this bathroom, I let my imagination run wild.

I let myself imagine what it would feel like if Liam sank his big huge cock into…

And then, with a shuddering cry, I come.

I convulse as the water continues raining down on me. I can feel heat bloom in my chest.

Somehow, I know this is not the first or the last time I will be touching myself to thoughts of him.

I step out of the steamy shower, the droplets clinging to my skin as I wrap myself in a fluffy towel. But even as I dry off, I can’t escape the lingering scent of him that clings to my clothes. It’s intoxicating and irresistible, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

Part of me knows I should resist the temptation that seeing him again will only stir up more trouble. But another part of me, the part that’s hungry for him, can’t help but crave his presence, his touch.

With a sigh, I push those thoughts aside and slip into something sultry—a black lace dress that hugs my curves in all the right places, paired with knee-high boots that add a touch of edge to the ensemble.

I drain a whole blood bag as I get dressed.

Then, I take one last look in the mirror, adjusting my hair and makeup until I’m satisfied with my appearance. With a determined stride, I head out the door and make my way to the same bar where I first met him.

The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and laughter as I step inside

I find a seat at the bar, ordering a drink to calm my nerves as I scan the crowd, hoping I might catch a glimpse of him.

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