Page 21 of Denied By the Alphas

My stomach suddenly growled, so I hurriedly unpacked my suitcase while my body was wrapped only in a towel. There was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” I called out, rummaging through my clothes. I needed a pair of underwear—something simple to wear to dinner—but I’d done a poor job of packing.

“We got dinner going,” Griffin said. “Came up here to let you know it’s time to eat.”

“I’m coming,” I called back. “I just…”

Suddenly, my towel unraveled just as Griffin had already opened the door, and I jumped as I pulled the towel up to cover my exposed breasts.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, standing there as my face heated with embarrassment.

“Griffin!” I yelled, and he hastily turned to leave, his face turning pink. I wondered what he had seen. I sat there on the floor, breathing hard and trying to gather my bearings. I couldn’t afford to be flustered around these alphas all the time.

I was an omega who owned a business, for God's sake.

“The food smells delicious,”I said as I entered the kitchen, my stomach rumbling in anticipation. Talon stood at the stove, stirring a sizzling pan filled with seasoned meat and colorful veggies. Griffin wasn’t in the house, and Logan was fiddling with the TV cables in the living room.

“Ah, just in time,” Talon said, flashing me a smile. He seemed to be in a good mood. “Want to try some?”

He held up a forkful of the juicy, tender-looking meat, and I couldn't resist.

“Sure,” I replied with a hungry grin.

As I reached for the bite, Talon lifted it higher, causing me to lean closer to him, our bodies nearly touching. For some reason, I was hyper-sensitive to this, and he chuckled darkly as if he knew the effect he had on me.

He finally lowered the fork. I took a bite, and my eyes rolled back in delight at the tangy flavors.

“Wow, this is so good,” I panted, feeling breathless from our closeness. The heat radiating off his body, combined with the hardness of his cock pressing against me, made my core clench with desire.

“It is,” he murmured.

“Aren’t you going to move?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” he whispered, his emeraldgreen eyes locking onto mine. I could see the lust burning within them, and it was hard not to get lost in his gaze.

“Uh, guys? What’s for dinner?” Griffin’s voice interrupted our intimate moment, and Talon reluctantly pulled away from me.

“Steak stir-fry,” Talon replied smoothly, as if nothing had happened. But the lingering heat between us suggested otherwise. My face burned the entire time during dinner, replaying over and over in my mind how close I had gotten to Talon. As I enjoyed the delicious meal, I envisioned him sinking himself into me thoroughly, exactly the way I wanted.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Logan, noticing my distant gaze and vague answers. I snapped back to reality, my heart racing from the thought of Talon knotting me.

“Nothing at all,” I said, even though I was blushing pretty badly, and the entire dining room smelled like lime.

“Tell us,” insisted Griffin while Talon looked at me like he was ready to devour me. And man, I wouldn't mind it at all.

“It’s not that interesting,” I said, my face hot.

“Why are you blushing?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” I said, trying to play it off. “I can’t wait to go to bed tonight. Aren’t you all tired too?”

Later that night- wrappedin a cozy cocoon of blankets, I was lost in the world of my romance novel. My heart raced as I read an intensely erotic scene, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The room felt warmer than usual, and I could sense the heat rising in my cheeks and slick between my thighs starting to pool.

There was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” I sighed, about to finger myself.

As Logan entered the room, I lookedup from my book, still catching my breath from the descriptive passages. I clenched my thighs to mask my rising scent of arousal, but it was impossible.

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