Alpha's Forbidden Conquest

Prologue

Casey

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this. Not with him.

Every thought I had about turning around and going back home didn’t stop my feet from moving.

I wanted to resist this. I wanted to never see him again.

It would be easier. I could pretend this never happened.

But then… he would be gone. Then everything that happened between us would end.

I would never feel his arms around me. I would never lie beside him, our bodies spent, feeling content for the first time in my life.

His body. His scent. The way he made me feel. It was consuming. Even when I knew I should say no, I couldn’t stop saying yes.

I’d made it to the sixth floor of the hotel without even thinking about it. A surge of intense emotions washed over me, and I couldn’t tell if it was dread over what I was doing, or anticipation of what awaited me once I got there.

Despite all my reservations, all my doubts, and the dim voice in my head screaming at me to stop, everything ceased to exist when I saw the door number. Room 607. My anxiety fled like a distant memory, and I raised my fist to knock without an ounce of hesitation.

He answered, his sculpted chest bare with only a loosely tied towel around his waist. His short, red curls were damp. I wanted to lick every droplet of water off his body. I could barely resist the urge as another drop slid down the hair on his chest.

He stepped to the side, holding the door open for me. “Come in.”

Walking past him, my heart sped at the sound of the door closing and the locks flipping into place, closing us in the room together. I turned, gulping, trying to muster up some level of courage. “I…”

The words died on my lips when he faced me and closed the distance between us.

Water droplets dripped from his naked skin onto my shirt.

The air was thick with his potent, earthy pheromones, making my head spin.

The only consolation I had as every protest left my body was that he wanted me just as desperately as I wanted him.

My Alpha leaned down over me, his damp red curls brushing his forehead as his lips hovered over mine. Our breaths quickened, nearly matching each other, as desire started to overtake us. I wanted to feel his body beneath my fingers, to brush my hands over the thick red hairs on his chest.

“Adam,” I whispered when his lips almost brushed mine. I was already pleading, already begging.

His responding growl sent a shiver up my spine. He raised a reproachful eyebrow, and I knew I would pay for my mistake. “We talked about this.”

I gulped again, my eyes falling to the wet sheen on his lips. I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted his cock deep inside me. “Sir.”

“Better.” He bent to pick me up in his arms, and the towel fell off his hips as he carried me to the bed.