Alpha Obsession : Sinful Pleasure

Jake LewisI hated this. Every single second of this night felt like torture.I sat in the leather booth of the VIP room, staring at the amber liquid in my glass, swirling it slowly as if it could drown my anger. My father’s command still rang in my ears — “Meet her, Jake. Don’t disappoint me. She is to be your mate.”I loved my father. I’d do anything for him. But this? This was too much. The thought of taking Ashley Harrison as my Luna made my wolf snarl inside me.Ashley Harrison. The daughter of Alpha Healer George Harrison of Moon Crest Pack. The so-called perfect union to strengthen our clan ties. My father believed this marriage would bring balance and security to the Lewis Clan — but every time I pictured her, I wanted to claw the walls. Fat. Ugly. A face marked like she was cursed by the Moon Goddess herself. The thought of touching her made my stomach turn.I checked the time. I was thirty minutes early, which only made my irritation grow. If she dared show up late, I’d be g

Jake LewisI stormed out of Ashley’s room, slamming the door so hard the walls rattled. My chest burned as if I’d just run ten miles. I couldn’t get her scent out of my head—the sweet, warm pull of her skin under my hands, the way she’d trembled against me.Disgust twisted in my gut as I ripped off my shirt and stepped under the cold shower. I scrubbed my skin until it turned red, but it didn’t erase the memory. It didn’t erase the way my heart pounded when I touched her.I braced my hands against the tiles, water streaming down my face.You felt it too, Brad, my wolf, murmured through our mind link. You can lie to yourself, Jake, but you can’t lie to me. Ashley’s wolf, Carrie, called to me. She’s ours.“No,” I growled out loud, shaking my head furiously. “She can’t be. She’s—”Desirable, Brad cut me off. Last night was the best Sex we’ve ever had. Admit it.I slammed my fist against the wall. My wolf wasn’t wrong. No one—not even Marian—had ever made me feel the way Ashley did. But i

Marian PearlsI storm into my father's office, slamming the door behind me. "Dad," I growl, my voice dripping with contempt. "I need your help."My father looks up from his desk, his eyes narrowing as he takes in my disheveled appearance. "Marian, what's wrong? You look like you've been through hell.""Hell?" I scoff. "That's exactly where I've been. Alpha Jake Lewis has been avoiding me for years, ever since that ugly bitch Ashley Harrison left. He hasn't slept with me once since then. Tonight, that changes."My father leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "And how do you plan to achieve that, my dear?"I grin wickedly, my eyes gleaming with determination. "I'm going to make sure he can't resist me. I'll wear something so sexy, so provocative, that he won't be able to keep his hands off me. And if that doesn't work, I'll spike his drink. He'll be so hot and horny that only sex can satisfy him."My father chuckles, shaking his head. "You always were a cunning one, Mari

Marian PearlsThe cold tile bites into my back, a shocking contrast to the burning heat of his body pinning me against the wall. Steam from the shower swirls around us, thick and heavy with his wild, possessive scent. Water cascades over his broad shoulders, streaming down the hard planes of his chest and the tight ridges of his abdomen before disappearing into the dark, wet trail of hair that leads to where we are joined.He’s still deep inside me, his cock a relentless, pounding force. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my ankles locked at the small of his back, holding him to me as if my life depends on it. Maybe it does.“Fuck, Marian,” he grunts, his voice a raw, guttural thing that vibrates through my very bones. His thrusts are slower here, more deliberate than the frantic pounding on his desk, but no less intense. The slick, wet sound of our bodies meeting echoes off the bathroom walls, a filthy rhythm that rivals the patter of the shower spray. “This cunt was made for me.

Marian PearlsThe deep, even rhythm of his breathing was the only sound in the moonlit room. Gods, he was beautiful like this. All that formidable Alpha power, that raw intensity that usually crackled around him like a living thing, was quiet. At peace. My Alpha. My Jake.A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. The memory of round one, just a few hours ago, was still a delicious, throbbing ache between my legs. But the hunger… it wasn’t satisfied. It never really was with him. It was a primal need, a constant, low hum in my blood that only his touch could amplify into a symphony.The silken sheets whispered as I slid down his powerful body, the masculine scent of pine and night air filling my lungs. My hair brushed against his stomach, and he stirred with a soft, guttural sound, but didn’t wake. Perfect.The sheet was tented over him, a clear testament to the potency of his even sleeping form. I hooked a finger in the elastic of his boxer briefs and tugged them down, just enough. H