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Alethea

The conference flies by in a blur. I do my best to stay close to Alpha Asher, taking notes to prove I'm fit for the job.

We finally sealed a deal with Northville's textile company, and everyone is in high spirits.

To celebrate the victory, we headed to a club. The atmosphere is electric, and I feel elated about how my first assignment with Asher is turning out. I want to loosen up and let go.

The ear-piercing music drowns out my thoughts as I reach for a glass of drink and down it in one swift motion. 

The liquid burns my throat, but it also give me a rush. 

Standing up, I hold a glass in my hand, while I sway to the rhythm of the music. 

A chill runs down the back of my neck as if someone is watching my every move but I'm too drunk to care. 

I noticebmy vision starts to blur and my hand tremble. The music throbs through my veins making me giggle uncontrollably. 

Everything feels like it's happening in slow motion and the world begin to spin. 

"Alethea," a strong hands grab my shoulders. And that annoying word echoes… “Mate.”

Heat shoots through me like fire, making my body shiver. I lift my head, forcing away the dizziness.

The loud music and flashing lights of the club fade until there’s only him. His green eyes lock on mine, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Alpha Asher," I whisper, barely able to speak.

"Yes," he answers, his deep, teasing voice sending heat straight to my core. 

I swallow hard, my stomach twisting. Why does he look so dangerous and so tempting, like sin itself?

My eyes wander to the vein on his arm. I imagine his strength, his power, making me cum while I scream his name.

From the moment I first saw him, my mind has been chained to one thought, how he will claim me, how he will break me with pleasure until I forget myself.

I shake my head, trying to fight it, but the craving only grows stronger.

As if he knows, his finger brushes the curve of my ear, it's soft and slow. My whole body trembles.

"Make me feel good tonight." I clench my fist, but I can’t fight anymore. The words slip out before I can stop them.

Heat rushes to my cheeks. He’s my boss. I shouldn’t say this. But I can’t control myself around him.

His brows pull together, he didn’t expect me to give in easily.

"Are you sure?" he asks, with his sharp eyes burning into me. It's dark, glowing like he is restraining his wolf. 

"Yes," I breathe, with a shaky voice. 

I know I’m stepping into something I can’t undo. But the thrill of wanting him drowns out every doubt.

His gaze grows hotter on my skin as he steps closer, with a low rough voice.

"Alethea… once we cross this line, there’s no going back."

I know I should run, considering the text I got. But as I meet Asher's piercing gaze, my knees weaken.

He closes the distance between us. His hands cradle my face, his thumbs tracing my cheeks.

"Alethea," he whispers, his breath mingling with mine, as he walk me into a room, but every touch ignites something primal with sparks coursing through me. 

Once we get to the room, my palm rests on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. The closeness overwhelms me, and I fight the urge to clear my racing heart.

Asher's gaze locks onto mine, burning with desire. His green eyes darken, with a fierce hunger. He grips the back of my head firmly, pulling me closer.

I know I'm not thinking clearly as he pulls me closer and kisses me like a starving man. 

My mind shuts down completely.

His lips are anything but gentle, I feel myself melting into a pool of heat. 

This is the first time a man has touched me so intimately and roughly.

His hand drops to my waist, and every part of me becomes sensitive to his touch, making me tremble.

This is a terrible idea, but my mind is in a daze, throwing caution to the wind. It feels so good.

His hand fists in my hair and his fingers knead my skin, leaving me breathless. His touch ignites a fire within me.

Asher's body pressed against mine, his strength enveloping me. I feel his heartbeat pounding against my chest.

"What do you want, Ally?" his breath brushed against my cheek before sliding to my neck.

"I just want you... to make me feel good."

With a sudden motion, he rips the buttons off the back of my dress, sending them flying in the room. 

The fabric drops to the floor, leaving me standing before him in my panties.

His hands claim my skin, and I bite the inside of my cheeks, trying to fight back the moan.

He kisses me with a bruising force, making me stumble. But he catches me, holding me close.

His kisses are fierce, nibbling, sucking, leaving marks on my skin as I cling tightly to his shirt.

He pushes me onto the bed, his body hovering over me. His heated gaze locked onto mine.

My thighs clench tightly as he takes in my hardened nipples. He spreads my legs and presses one of his fingers into my core. 

The sensation spreads through me like warmth.

He slides my pants down, settling himself between my legs. He leans down, kissing me softly at first, but then the kiss deepens with an intensity that makes my heart race while his finger continues to explore my folds.

"Look at me," he commands in a powerful tone, spreading through me like jelly.

I look into his eyes and see a hint of anger mixed with desire. I've never experienced anything like this before.

My train of thought shuts down completely when I feel him push inside me roughly. 

I gasp as pain throbs in my lower abdomen, as if I’m being split in half.

"First time?" he asks, lowering his hand to my abdomen as his body tense.

I bite my lip to keep from answering, sensing his eyes flash with something dark. He pushes deeper inside me, and I wince.

Pain shoots through me, as I bite my lips as if it can ease the pain, but in a twinkle of an eye I feel pleasure it numbs the pain. The sparks and tingles distract me from the discomfort.

"So tight," he murmurs as he pulls out.

"Please," I moan recklessly, knowing I should stop him but unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. It feels so good.

"Eager to feel my cock," he growls as he thrusts back inside me, his voice making me forget the pain.

His hands move to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples, making me squirm.

I turn my head to the side, biting the pillow, but it’s not enough to keep me sane.

The slow thrusts turn hard and fast, then faster. His groans are intoxicating, filling me with a satisfaction I’ve never felt before.

Every sensation heightens as his lips find my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts. He kisses me everywhere, his hands holding me down as he takes me mercilessly.

I forget the pain; it’s all about the hot pleasure buzzing through every inch of my skin.

Something builds deep inside me, it threatens to leave me shattered under him.

I come undone with a shallow scream against his neck, but he doesn’t stop. 

He flips me onto my stomach and slides back inside, taking me with familiar, quick strokes.

The stretch burns as he goes deeper, but the pleasure consumes me. I lose myself, existing only for the man inside me.

As the thrusts cease, his ragged breaths send shivers down my spine. I press my forehead into the pillow, disoriented.

"Mine..." He growls.

My consciousness begins to slip, and I gasp, fighting to stay awake.