All Chapters of Alpha Obsession : Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ashley Harrison / Alyanna HendricksWho the fuck is this?His mouth is on mine, rough and demanding, and I can’t see a damn thing. Just a dark silhouette against the deeper black of the VIP room. Tequila and adrenaline burn through my veins, a molten, reckless heat. My head spins, but the need between my legs is a sharper, clearer ache.His hand slides up my thigh, under the hem of my stupid little dress. The fabric is pushed up, bunched around my waist, cool air hitting my hot skin for a second before his palm slaps down on my bare ass.“Fuck,” I moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss. It’s not gentle. It’s all teeth and tongue and the bitter taste of whiskey.“You’re soaked,” he growls against my lips. His voice is a low rumble I feel in my chest, raw and animal. I don’t recognize it.“So?” I gasp, my own voice slurred, brazen. My fingers claw at his shoulders, feeling hard muscle under a crisp shirt. “You gonna do something about it?”He answers by shoving two fingers

Ashley Harrison / Alyanna HendricksHis human body is still pressed against mine, our sweat cooling, our breath slowing. But the energy in the room hasn’t settled. It’s still there, crackling under my skin, a wild current left over from what he is. From what he became.I feel him grow hard against my thigh again. Already? A thrill shoots through me.“You’re insatiable,” I murmur, my lips brushing his shoulder.His hand slides possessively down my back to cup my ass. “You have no idea.” His voice is a gravelly promise in the dark. “Turn over. Ride me.”The command is simple, direct. It makes my core clench, still sensitive and slick from him. I push myself up, my muscles feeling loose and used. The room is still pitch black, just shapes and shadows. I can’t see his face, just the solid, broad outline of him lying back on the ruined sofa.I swing a leg over his hips, straddling him. My knees sink into the soft leather on either side of his waist. I can feel him, thick and hot and rigid,

Ashley Harrison / Alyanna HendricksThe world is a hazy, warm blur of velvet darkness and the lingering taste of him. My head is pillowed on the solid, steady rise and fall of his chest, my body boneless and humming with a deep, satisfied ache. The whiskey still swims in my veins, making everything soft around the edges, but the raw, animal edge of what we just did is sharper than any blade.His fingers trace idle patterns on the bare skin of my arm. I can feel the promise he made hanging in the air between us. When the moon is full. It’s a thread, a tether in the dark.His voice cuts through the silence, a low, rough vibration against my ear. “You’re not finished.”The words aren’t a question. They’re a statement. A command that sends a fresh, immediate throb of heat straight to my core. I tilt my head back, trying to see his face, but it’s just a shadow within shadows.“Aren’t I?” I murmur, my own voice slurred with pleasure and drink.His hand moves from my arm to cup my jaw, his t

Ashley Harrison / Alyanna HendricksThe bass thrummed through the floor, a deep pulse that matched the frantic beat of my own heart. Up here, in the VIP lounge, the air was different. Thicker. Heavy with expensive cologne, rich whiskey, and a raw, primal energy that made my skin prickle. The only light came from strips of crimson LED tucked under the counters and behind the bottles, casting the room in a bloody, intimate glow. I couldn’t see faces clearly, just silhouettes and the gleam of eyes in the dark. It was better that way.I leaned against the cool black marble of the bar, trying to look like I belonged. My wolf was restless under my skin, a low, agitated hum in my bones. The full moon was a week away, but the heat of this place, the scent of so many dominant, unchecked predators… it was pulling at her.Then I felt him.A presence, solid and immense, moved up behind me. I didn’t turn. I couldn’t. The air shifted, growing charged, like the moment before a lightning strike. His

Ashley Harrison / Alyanna HendricksHis arms are a cage of heat around me, holding me tight against his chest. The heavy, steady thump of his heart beats against my back, a slow drum echoing the fading tremors in my own body. His scent—sweat, sex, and that deep wildness—fills my lungs with every breath. I am boneless, sated, a creature of pure sensation adrift in the dark.I don’t know his name.I don’t know his face.In this crimson-shadowed room, he is just him. The one who found me. The one who took me. The one who claimed parts of me I didn’t know could be claimed. My wolf is a contented, purring thing inside me, curled around the raw truth of his possession.His hand strokes my arm, slow and lazy. His lips brush the top of my head. A long, peaceful silence stretches between us, filled only by our slowing breaths.It can’t last.The peace is a lie. The hunger isn’t gone. It’s just sleeping, and the feel of his skin against mine, the solid weight of him beneath me, is stirring it a