The Alpha's Obsession
His gaze raked over me, and I went still.
“Renzo—”
I didn’t finish. In one fluid motion, he ripped the towel from my body and crushed me against him, mouth claiming mine. His hands were everywhere, rough and urgent, and my legs nearly buckled beneath the force of his need.
“Renzo, what’s going on? You’re scaring me!” I gasped, trying to pull free.
“Call me Alpha, Little One,” he demanded hoarsely between kisses, voice edged with fever.
I stiffened. “Alpha? I don’t understand… weren’t you just here—”