Todos los capítulos de Alpha Obsession : Sinful Pleasure: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Ryan “I want every part of you,” I muttered, my lips against her shoulder. I leaned down, tracing the line of her spine with my tongue. She shuddered.“Then stop talking and start fucking.” She reached back between her own legs, her fingers finding her slit. She spread her own wetness, a low moan escaping her. “I’m so fucking wet for you. Still dripping from your mouth, now I want your cock. Don’t make me wait.”I didn’t. I guided myself to her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her slick heat. I rubbed it up and down, coating myself in her, teasing us both.“Ryan,” she whined, a desperate, broken sound. “Please. I need it. Put it in. Put it in now.”That was all I needed. I pushed forward, a slow, inexorable invasion. Her body yielded to me, stretching to take me, so hot and tight I saw stars. A guttural groan tore from my throat as I sank in to the hilt, my balls pressing against her.“Fuck,” she cried out, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the wood. “Oh, god, yes.

RyanI start to move, shallow thrusts at first, letting her adjust. But she’s impatient. Her hands come up to grip my wrists, and she pushes her head forward, taking me deeper, until the head nudges the back of her throat.A choked gag vibrates through her, straight into my cock. It feels incredible.“You like that?” I rasp, my hips beginning to piston. “You like feeling me choke you with my cock?”She makes a desperate, affirmative sound around me, her throat working to accommodate me. Tears spring to her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. The sight is devastatingly erotic. She’s beautiful like this—submitting completely, giving me everything.I set a rougher pace, my grip in her hair tightening. I fuck her mouth in earnest, pulling her head onto me with every thrust. The wet, sloppy sounds fill the cabin. Saliva drips from her lips, down her chin, onto her breasts.“Your mouth is so fucking good,” I pant, my breath coming in harsh gasps. “So tight and hot. Made for my cock.”She hums i

RyanHer shift was breathtaking. A sleek, powerful she-wolf with a coat the color of dark honey and those same brilliant amber eyes. She was magnificent, all coiled strength and fierce grace. She stalked toward me, not submissive, but challenging. Her muzzle dipped, her teeth bared in a silent snarl that wasn’t a threat—it was an invitation.She bumped her head hard against my shoulder, a demand. Then she was running, a tawny flash between the trees.A roar erupted from my wolf’s throat. I gave chase.The hunt was furious. She was fast, agile, ducking under fallen logs and leaping over streams. I was bigger, stronger, driven by a hunger that was more than physical. The scent of her heat was a thick, sweet fog in the air, driving my wolf mindless with need. Branches whipped past, the cold air burned my lungs, but all I saw was her.She led me to a small clearing where moonlight filtered down, painting the grass silver. She skidded to a halt, turning to face me, her sides heaving. Her g

IsabelAfter Ryan went back to his room, I stayed where I was, staring at the closed door like it might open again if I willed it hard enough. My hands slowly curled into fists. I frowned, deep and tight, because a mother knows.“I raised you better than this,” I whispered, not in anger at him, but at whatever had wrapped its claws around my son’s heart.I had seen the signs. The way his eyes burned when Marian’s name came up. The way his wolf pressed against his skin, restless, hungry, desperate. That was not love. That was not natural desire. That was compulsion.A spell.I turned and walked to the window, pressing my palm against the glass. The night air was heavy, the moon sharp and bright. Wolves felt the moon more strongly when magic was involved. My own wolf stirred uneasily, warning me.“No,” I muttered. “Not my son.”I grabbed my phone and dialed the number I had memorized long ago.“Selene,” I said the moment she answered. “We need to talk. Now.”Her voice came steady but al

Isabel“There is… one more option,” she said slowly, choosing her words like each one carried weight. “An old man. Stefan.”I glanced at her, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “Stefan?”She nodded. “The former leader of the witch tribe. He left long ago. Lives alone now. In a cave beyond the northern ridge.”“A witch?” I asked, my voice sharp with both hope and caution.“Once,” Selene replied. “Now he calls himself something else. A watcher. A keeper of balance.”I let out a bitter laugh. “Balance sounds like another word witches use when they don’t want to help.”“This one is different,” Selene said firmly. “He despised spells that steal free will. Love magic, binding oils—he forbade them when he ruled.”That caught my attention.“If that’s true,” I said slowly, “then he might hate what Kristine did.”“He does,” Selene answered without hesitation. “That’s why Kristine fears him.”I pulled the car over, the tires crunching against gravel. I needed to look at her, really