Page 125 of Lonely Alpha

“Please.”

“Alright.”

He grabbed the fabric at my hips, slowly but surely working it down. I shrugged the sleeves down my arms because he hadn’t made a move to help with those. He would have to touch me for that, but he was adamant about not letting me have so much as a caress.

When my dress pooled on the tile floor, he tried again to move back.

I darted out my hand to grab his arm, trying in vain to pull him closer.

“I don’t think you need help with anything else,” he murmured.

A low keening sound came from deep in my chest. It was sheer desperation. I didn’t even know why I wanted this so much. It wasn’t necessarily that I wanted to come. Leighton had taken care of me so thoroughly in the private room that I didn’t need to.

It was the touch I needed.

Touch frommyalpha.

Fuck, they were all mine. Even Mercury, in all his grumpiness.

“Whining won’t get you anywhere.” He pulled his arm away from me.

All-encompassing panic washed over me again. “Please touch me.”

His retreat stopped abruptly. The slight smirk morphed to a grin as he crowded me up against the sink. My bare torso hit the cool counter, and I sucked in a breath.

Ambrose made it so he was everywhere, all at once. His hands landed on my hips. His chest pressed against my back. He even leaned his head down to press his lips to my ear.

And I could watch it all through the mirror.

“Good, princess. I was waiting for that please.”

He hadn’t stopped looking at me in the mirror. Neither had I. I couldn’t. If I looked away, I didn’t know what would happen.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

What the hell was I thanking him for?

His teases were infuriating, but I could understand why Leighton liked them so much.

“You’re welcome, little omega.” He nipped at my ear with his teeth and I groaned. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

I’d forgotten about the shower.

That was the whole point of this, and I’d forgotten. I was grateful for the makeup still covering most of my embarrassment.

“OK,” I said, reaching back for the clasp of my bra.

Ambrose’s hand caught my wrist, shoving it down. I gasped.

“You were begging for my help. You’re not doing that by yourself.”

His hands lifted from my hips, skating up my sides until he could cup and lift both of my tits in his palms. With his arms wrapped around me, he was forced closer. A bulge in his pants pressed against the small of my back.

Knot.

My body wanted it, but a shiver of fear washed over me. I’d never taken one before—never been penetrated by anything more than fingers. That would change, soon. It was natural for an omega to want a knot, and my heat was coming.

But Tobias’ words floated around in my head, trying to tear my comfort to pieces.

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