Page 74 of Alpha Daddy

It slows my racing pulse and dissipates the adrenaline built up in my veins. Granted, I still would have liked wine or something stronger to take the edge off, but Alessandro somehow knew exactly what I needed.

I wish I knew him as well as he knows me.

He didn’t make a pass at me like I expected him to, which surprised me at first, but then left me disappointed as I slipped upstairs to shower.

If an upset, frazzled omega showed up on any other alpha’s doorstep in the middle of the night, their instincts probably would have driven them to help, protect, and then fuck the omega into oblivion.

But, as always, Alessandro never does what I would expect an alpha to do. He didn’t even try to beg me into bed with him.

That asshole is worth his weight in gold.

Sleeping with him tonight probably isn’t what I need, but it’s the only thing I can think about as I lay awake, staring up at the ceiling. Memories from the last time I stayed over creep into my thoughts, heating my skin as I recall the debauchery.

Gods what I wouldn’t give to do it again right now.

A heartbeat thrums to life between my thighs, my clit swelling with arousal as I think of Alessandro’s strong body pressed against mine. I imagine his mouth, his hands, his tongue on every part of me, teasing me from head to toe, and I chew my bottom lip.

If I sneak down the hall right now and slide into bed with him, would he accept me? Would he pull me into him and kiss me until I forget my name? Would he fuck me until my legs are shaking and I’m screaming his name, or would he send me back to the spare bedroom to sleep?

My throat tightens at the thought of being rejected by him.

I know I made my decision and needed space–hell, I still need to figure out what the fuck I’m doing with my life and what I want–but right now, what I want is him, every part of him.

My face flushes with heat, and I’m tempted to slide my hand down the front of my shorts to tease my clit that’s begging for attention, but I know that won’t do. Not by a long shot.

There’s only one thing that’s going to sate the building need, and he’s sleeping just down the hall.

Fuck.I toss back the comforter and swing my legs off the edge of the bed.

Am I really about to do this? About to put myself out there and beg for Alessandro’s attention?

I swallow hard against the tightness in my chest and stand, my knees wobbly with nerves. My answer is clear when I pull my tank off over my head and shimmy out of my pajama bottoms. I’m completely naked, nipples pebbling instantly, even though it isn’t anywhere near cold in the room, and I take a deep breath for courage.

Then a second for good measure.

This is completely insane, and there’s a chance Alessandro will turn me away, considering how distant I’ve been over the last few weeks, but I hope he doesn’t. I hope he’s just as desperate for my touch as I am for his…

Slipping into the hallway, I keep my movements light and nimble. I’m as quiet as possible, thankful for the plush carpet muffling my footsteps, and I find his bedroom door cracked halfway.

An invitation? Or does he always sleep with the door open?

He said I could come get him if I need anything, and I definitely need something right now.

Anxiety mounting to the point that my hands are shaking, I walk across the room to the side of the bed and slip underneath the covers. Alessandro’s soft snores don’t waver as I sidle up next to him, leaving a small space between us as I stare at him.

I pause, wondering what the best way to wake him up would be.

If I were any braver, I might swing my leg over and sit on his face, but just the thought makes me blush. That might not end well if I shock him awake and he throws me to the floor in a panic.

No, I’d better not.

Instead, I run my fingers gently across his chest, trailing them down toward the waistband of his pants. To my surprise, he doesn’t stir, so I dip my hand lower and gently rub my palm over the bulge in the front. A few passes has his cock stirring to life, stiffening beneath my touch, and I glance up at his closed eyes once more as heat pools low in my belly.

This is wrong,so wrong,but fuck, I’m enjoying every second of it.

For once, it’s almost like I’m in control. Even though I know the second Alessandro wakes up, the roles will be reversed, I let myself enjoy touching him with no expectations. I’m not seeking his approval, wondering if I’m doing a good job or not. I’m just teasing, gradually increasing pressure until his cock is a rod of steel in my hand.

Growing braver, I gently tug the waistband of his pants down to reveal the head of his cock, and my stomach pitches toward the ground. It feels dirty and wrong to be touching him in his sleep, but I can’t control the wetness pooling between my thighs as I touch him.

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