Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Richard

As soon as the door clicked shut behind Amelia, the room felt wrong. Empty. Too quiet.

But she hadn’t truly left. Her presence still clung to everything-the dip in the mattress

chest where she’d slept, the pillow her head had rested on, and worst of all, the place on my where she’d collapsed against me like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her scent still clung to my skin: lily of the valley and jasmine. Light, but intoxicating. I let out a breath and stripped off my cool silk pajama pants before stepping into the shower.

The hot water only made things worse. The scent of her deepened in the heat, saturating the steam until it felt like she was in there with me, naked, slick against my skin. My stomach tightened, lower and lower, blood rushing south until I was painfully hard. I braced both hands on the tile wall, groaning, and turned the water ice-cold in a desperate attempt to get control of myself.

Of course, that’s when Storm decided to speak up.

So you’re just gonna send her off, just like that? After how badly she wanted you last night?

I didn’t answer. My mind was already somewhere else.

[FLASHBACK – LAST NIGHT]

the way

I could feel the heat of her body pressing down on me, the friction between us, she’d kissed me like she’d been starved for it. I’d let it happen-let myself have that moment. But I hadn’t let it go further.

The sedative had kicked in, thankfully. One moment, her mouth was pressed urgently to mine, hot and open, her hands clinging to the sides of my face like she couldn’t get close enough. The next, I felt her body slacken slightly, her lips slow. She was still kissing me, barely, but her weight had shifted-heavier, more languid.

1/3

Chapter 8

I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were still half-lidded, her breath shallow. She blinked once, like she was fighting it. Then her head dropped gently against my shoulder, her lips brushing my collarbone before going still. She’d drifted off, right in the middle of wanting me. And fuck, that did something to me too.

I had barely started to relax when my phone buzzed. Jenny.

I hadn’t answered, but the sound alone had forced me fully awake. I’d turned to look at Amelia, asleep now beside me, still breathing hard like her body hadn’t caught up to the sedative yet. She was beautiful. So soft, so open. She’d wanted me so badly.

Even asleep, she’d clung to me.

She’d burrowed into my chest like it was home, her fingers tangled tightly in my pajama shirt, practically tearing it. She’d brought the fabric to her face and inhaled deeply, like she needed me in her lungs. I’d barely moved when she shifted again, hips rolling against the mattress, the faintest sound escaping her lips.

I felt guilty even watching, even though I hadn’t done anything. I tried to pull away, but her grip only tightened.

I’d ended up shrugging out of the shirt just to get free. She held onto it like it was life or death, burying her face in the fabric and inhaling deeply, again and again, like she was trying to pull every part of me into her lungs. The sound she made-low, breathy, a near- whimper-hit me hard. And then she started to move. Her hips rocked slowly against the sheets, searching, needy, chasing something in her sleep that she clearly hadn’t stopped

wanting.

I was frozen, watching, painfully aroused and breathing like I’d just run ten miles. I throbbed with every soft little roll of her hips, every needy whimper muffled into the fabric

of my

shirt. She was lost in it-grinding slow and instinctual, like her body was chasing the release she hadn’t been allowed to find. I retreated to the bathroom, desperate for cold

water and stronger self-control.

She’s your mate, Storm said now, low and firm. Why are you punishing both of you by

2/3

Chapter 8

holding back?

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify