All Chapters of Alpha Obsession : Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

MarianThe taste of him is still on my tongue, bitter and salty and perfect. My jaw aches in the most satisfying way. I’m on my knees, looking up at him through wet eyelashes, my lips swollen and slick. Ryan’s breathing is ragged, his cock still hard and glistening from my mouth. The look in his hazel eyes isn’t calm anymore. It’s a storm.He doesn’t speak. He just looks at me, at the mess he’s made of me, and something shifts in his expression. The pure, rough dominance softens into something more focused, more hungry. It’s not just about taking now. It’s about giving. A different kind of claim.His hands leave my hair. They slide down, gripping my shoulders. “Stand up,” he says, his voice a low rasp that vibrates through my bones.I’m unsteady, my legs trembling as I push myself up from the floor. The room tilts for a second, a mix of whiskey and pure adrenaline. He’s already moving. He kicks the low coffee table aside, the glasses rattling. It clears a space in the center of the di

MARIANThe air was still thick with the scent of us—pine, sweat, and the deep, heady musk of our wolves. My skin hummed, sensitive and alive, every nerve still singing from the orgasm Ryan had wrung from me just minutes before. We were a tangled mess of limbs on the fur-lined floor of his den, his big body curled around mine, his breath warm on my shoulder.But the beast inside me, the one he’d awakened, was far from satisfied. It was a low, possessive thrum in my veins.I shifted in his arms, turning to face him. His eyes, that impossible shade of molten amber, were heavy-lidded with contentment. A lazy smile played on his lips.Not for long.My hand traced down the hard plane of his stomach, over the trail of dark hair that led to where he was already, predictably, beginning to stir again. Werewolf stamina. A blessing and a curse. I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling him swell and harden instantly at my touch. A low groan rumbled in his chest.“Again, Marian?” he murmured, his v

MARIANHis whispered promise of another turn hangs in the air between us, a delicious threat. My smile widens against the damp skin of his neck. Renewed hunger. I can feel it, the hard length of him still nestled deep inside me, already swelling again. The wolf in him is never truly sated. Neither is the one in me.I push myself up, my arms trembling slightly. His grip on me loosens, but his eyes are watchful, burning with that amber fire. I slide off him, a slow, slick separation that makes us both gasp. The cool air of the den kisses my wet skin, a sharp contrast to the heat we’ve made.I don’t go far. I turn, presenting my back to him, and settle back onto my knees. I feel his gaze, heavy and hot, tracing the curve of my spine, the swell of my hips. I glance over my shoulder, catching his look. His chest is still heaving, his body a magnificent landscape of muscle and sweat in the low light.“Hands,” I say, my voice a low command.He blinks, his brow furrowing for a second in confu

Beta Attorney Barney PearlsThe tires of my black sedan shrieked against the asphalt as I tore out of the driveway, the scent of Amy’s floral perfume still clinging to my expensive suit like a physical weight. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. I am Barney Pearls. I am the man people call when they want the impossible won in a courtroom. I am a predator in the streets, but right now, I felt like a caged animal."Pregnant," I hissed, the word tasting like copper in my mouth. "She’s actually pregnant."We had a deal. We had a life. This house we shared was supposed to be a sanctuary of high-end luxury and the kind of primal, erotic intensity that only a werewolf of my stature could provide. It wasn't supposed to be a nursery. I am too old for the soft cries of an infant. My legacy is built on power and blood, not diapers and soft-heartedness.The beast beneath my skin roared in agreement. My wolf didn't want a cub to compete with; he wanted his mate focused

AlyannaThe steam from the shower was still thick in the air, clinging to the mirror like a heavy fog. I stood there in my small, cramped bathroom, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it felt like a trapped bird. My hand was pressed firmly over my mouth, stifling a gasp that wanted to turn into a sob.With my other hand, I reached out and touched the paper calendar pinned to the back of the door. My fingers traced the dates, counting and re-counting, praying that my math was wrong. But the numbers didn't lie. I looked at the little red circles from last month and then at the empty white squares of this week."No," I whispered into my palm. "Please, not now."I was late. Only by a few days, but for a werewolf woman of my lineage, a few days was everything. My cycle was usually as predictable as the phases of the moon. I was part of a line known for being incredibly fertile—a trait that was usually a blessing in the pack, but for me, right now, it felt like a curse.I closed my e