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“Oh shit,” he gasps as his body stills, eyes going wide. “Are you… were you…?”
The stretch of him inside me is so overwhelming that I can barely breathe, but I’ve come too far to back out now. “Shh, just keep going,” I hiss, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, needing him to move.
His hesitation lasts only a second. His lips spread into a feral grin like I’ve given him a challenge, then he braces a hand on the wall above me, easing halfway out and pushing back in smoothly.
All the air whooshes from my lungs, my head spinning, signals misfiring. It still hurts, but with every thrust, the pain eases. As he finds a rhythm, it cedes into nothing but pleasure. I clutch at his shoulders, stunned by the sensations coursing through me; by how fast the discomfort morphs to primal need.
His fingertips dig bruises into my thighs as he starts moving faster, rocking me against the bricks as he hammers into me. It feels so much better than I ever imagined, the coil in my belly windingtighter with every drag of his thick cock through my channel. He slides his hand between us again, rubbing my clit as he fucks me, and each stroke of his fingers sends another wave of pleasure crashing through my body.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he groans, grinding against me in a way that makes my toes curl in my shoes. “I knew this would be hot, butthis, this is…”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before my body clenches around him, dragging me to the edge of something wild and shattering. I’m lost to the intensity of it, my thoughts dissolving into raw sensation. The waves of bliss take me under, and all I can feel is him inside me, him all over me as I come undone, crying out in ecstasy.
“Oh fuck, Miley,” Ares groans, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep. Warmth floods my insides as he comes, arms holding me so tight I can barely breathe.
I’m not worried about him being bare– rapid healing means shifters don’t carry diseases, and females only ovulate with the full moon, so there’s no chance he’ll knock me up. In the wake of the most reckless thing I’ve ever done, all I feel is triumphant that I did it my way; that I’ve taken something for myself on my own terms.
We stay entwined for a moment, both of us panting to catch our breath. Then Ares slowly eases out of me, gently lowering me back to my feet. My legs are shaky, but he holds me steady, pulling his pants up and buckling them while I fix my underwear and smooth my skirt down.
“That was…” he starts, still trying to catch his breath. I think he’s going to say something cocky, but instead he just trails off, a strange expression coming over his face.
“Make sure you shower before you go in tomorrow,” I quip, cutting him off before he says something to ruin this.
He blinks at me in confusion. “Why?” he asks, brows knitting together.
“Wouldn’t want the Alpha smelling his daughter on you,” I say, patting his chest with a wink.
Then I turn on my heel, leaving him standing in the alley with his mouth half-open and his eyes wide. The cool night air is like a balm on my skin, and I swear I’ve never felt more alive.
CHAPTER 5
Ares
The Alphaof the Chicago pack has a reputation for being a scary motherfucker, and now that I’ve officially met Gage Morgan, I can confirm he looks the part. He’s around my dad’s age, if I had to guess, with a hulking build, salt-and-pepper hair, and a no-nonsense attitude. I can already tell that he’s the kind of bastard who views everyone around him as disposable, but his imposing presence doesn’t scare me the way it should. Right now, his booming voice is little more than background noise as I sit across the desk from him in this ridiculously large office, acting like I’m paying attention.
He’s going on about expectations, responsibilities, something to do with conduct and first assignments, but none of it is sticking. My brain’s doing a terrible job pretending to care when all I see when I look at him is the girl from last night.
Miley Beckett.
Hisdaughter.
Hell of a first impression, right?
I didn’t know, obviously. She has a different last name, and she didn’t introduce herself as pack royalty. There was no hint of her lineage, no talk of pack politics. Just a smart mouth, sharp eyes, and a pull I couldn’t fight. Still can’t. I swear it was love at first sight.
Now I’m sitting across from the most powerful Alpha in the Midwest, and rather than paying attention, I’m thinking about the heat of his daughter’s skin beneath my hands, how her lips tasted like trouble and something decadently sweet. How she met memove for move, breath for breath, until everything blurred and nothing existed buther.
I keep replaying that reckless moment I pushed inside– the shock of meeting resistance, the strained cry that tore from her throat.
It was her first time.
And I made a mess of it in the back alley of a dive bar like some rookie without a conscience.
“Raines,” Alpha Gage barks.
The sound of his voice yanks me out of my head and I blink back into the present. It’s not the first time he’s barked my name like that since I got here, but judging by the annoyance in his tone, he doesn’t like repeating himself. He’s looking at me like he knows exactly what’s on my mind, and I really hope that’s not the case, considering where my thoughts have been drifting.
“Yeah,” I answer smoothly, sitting straighter in the chair as if I’ve been locked in from the start. “Sorry, it was just a long drive yesterday. Still getting my bearings.”
