Semua Bab Tempting My Alpha Daddy : Bab 51 - Bab 60

{~Cherry Reed~}I’m starting to think I have a problem… now, before you roll your eyes and say ‘Cherry, what is it this time?’ let me explain.I’m not talking about one of my many, many problems. No, see, I’m far too unique to do such a thing. I am referring to a brand new issue I’ve developed, which could either be a normal thing or a new way for me to almost kill myself.I don’t know yet. I’m waiting on the goddess to provide me with the answer.Here’s the deal: while Nathaniel was away, I got back into drinking. Heavily. But not partying or doing drugs. Which is odd for me. You’d think I’d hop back into doing all of my beloved crimes against my body the second I got a taste of booze.I didn’t do that. Instead, I’ve started finding isolated places to drink and dance alone. There’s something about being by myself, with a full bottle, some tunes, and nothing filling my brain, causing it to ache, that I’ve come to enjoy.Sure, I have a few parties lined up for this month, but solitude

{~Nathaniel Cross~}Spending most of my day in front of a screen, drinking beer, is deathly close to how I envision my retirement. I mean, maybe without the screen. I'd probably live in the middle of the woods, outside the town, and avoid anything with technology unless it involved getting some news here and there. I'd use a radio. Though it scared me. Retirement isn't something I welcome. I can't imagine not doing what I do now. Not taking care of this town, the people in it, my family… I'd feel useless. I wouldn't be able to live a happy life. I'd probably let the madness of not being needed drive me into doing stupid things. I want to go down the same path my father has chosen. Work for the town until he's physically incapable of doing so. Sure, my ranking in the family isn't as high as Dallo's. All because he has male children. Still, I don't plan to actually retire. One day, I'll stop working, stop going on missions, and it'll be because I was killed or I died of natural cau

{~Cherry Reed~}“Stop dancing. Let’s set this up so I don’t have to get a stroke every time.”Now who’s being dramatic? I cocked up an eyebrow, but didn’t bother making my mouth form those words. I doubt he’ll be impressed by my sass. I held out a hand to him.“Phone, please.”He reached into his pocket, yanking it out and handing it to me. I plopped back onto my bed, grabbed my own device, and downloaded the app I’d been recommended a year ago for both of us.The girl at the party said she was using it to cheat on her boyfriend. I have no idea what led to that conversation, but the app name stuck with me. I can’t even remember what the girl looked like. Did I imagine her?No, no, I’m pretty sure I was talking to an actual person.I searched for the app online, then installed it on both phones. My bed dipped, and my nose was filled with Nathaniel’s addicting scent. I felt my body sway. Wanting to press my nose into his skin to get more of it.I was able to control myself, keeping my b

{~Nathaniel Cross~}I need something to work on. This is my second day on this forced vacation I tried so hard to fight against, and I’m about to go insane. Sleep is… easy. Not sure why my body is sleeping so well.I wake up feeling well rested but frustrated. I can’t even explain why. It better not be a rut. The last thing my body needs is double the hunger it already possesses for Cherry. I might turn into a madman and pin her down in the middle of the yard.That would absolutely ruin my life.I don’t need that. But waking up hard after another dream involving a red-haired beauty that doesn’t have my ring on her finger, I’m getting really tired of my wolf and myself. Getting tired of my dick, too. So fucking annoyed at wanting to fuck so badly.And to see her cum like it’s my personal thing to do. I’ve done it twice. Having touched her since the cabin.My failed mission showed me where my priorities stood. I hope sometime in the future that my brain and body will be able to let this

{~Nathaniel Cross~}I managed to take a step away from Cherry, fighting against all my instincts to keep kissing her. To touch her more.I was obsessed with her dance two years ago, and every single one I’ve been to has stuck with me, but not the same way. This dance, I hope, replaces the memory of that one. I trust in her talents.My feet carry me back to the chair, and I slam my eyes shut for a moment to recover. My cock throbs in my pants, pushing against the seams and threatening to burst out.Instead of giving in to my thoughts, I sat back down. I planted both elbows on my knees and rested my chin on my knuckles. My gaze settled on her body. She wasn’t shaking; she didn’t even look nervous.But I don’t trust her looks. Cherry has perfected lying with her face, body, and mouth. She can trick you into thinking anything about her. Though she’s mostly been real with her twin and me, I still know not to trust it.I noticed she was clutching her phone. She tapped at the screen, her glo