FALLING FOR THE ALPHA’S BETA

5

Nia’s pov

The cool wood met the back of my thighs, and a quiet breath escaped me. Everything felt too real, too close. His body filled my vision, his shadow falling over me like the world had shrunk until there was nothing left outside this room.

“Row…” I tried to say his name, but it came out as a shaky whisper, more breath than sound.

He stood between my knees, his body radiating warmth that reached through every inch of space between us. One hand stayed firm on my waist while the other went to his jacket. With one smooth movement, he shrugged it off, the fabric hitting the floor in a soft thud. His tie came next, pulled loose with a tug, then the first button of his shirt slipped open. His fingers moved fast, deliberate, his gaze never leaving me.

I should have said something. I should have stopped him. But my throat felt tight, my breath trapped somewhere between panic and longing. I couldn’t look away.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his voice low, rough with control.

I didn’t answer. My heart was too loud, drowning everything else out.

He moved closer, until I could feel his breath on my skin. “Nia,” he said again, quieter this time, like my name was a warning to both of us.

My hands shook as they rose, brushing over the half-open line of his shirt. My fingers grazed his skin, hot, solid, familiar. The kind of touch that carried a thousand memories I’d buried and pretended not to miss.

He froze for a moment, eyes flickering to mine, his chest rising sharply. Then his thumb brushed my chin, tipping my face up.

“Say the word,” he whispered, voice breaking slightly.

But the word never came. Instead, a soft sound slipped from my lips, a sound I didn’t recognise as my own.

He exhaled, harsh and uneven, and then his mouth was on mine again. The kiss deepened instantly, fierce and consuming. My hands fisted in his shirt, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding me up. His body pressed into mine, the heat of him searing through every barrier we had left.

The table beneath me creaked faintly as his hands moved, one sliding up my spine, the other cradling the back of my head, keeping me close. It wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t cruel either. It was desperate, the kind of kiss that came from holding back for too long.

His body pressed close between my spread legs, his lips claiming mine in a deep, hungry kiss that made my pulse race. I could taste the faint salt of his skin, feel the heat radiating from him as his tongue tangled with mine.

His hands roamed boldly, slipping under the loose fabric of my gown, tracing down my sides until they reached the waistband of my pants. My breath hitched as his fingers hooked in, tugging the material aside with a rough urgency.

Cool air brushed against my exposed p***y, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his touch. Two fingers parted my folds, sliding easily through the wetness already gathering there, and then he pushed inside me, curling them just right to stroke that sensitive spot deep within.

A flicker of resistance sparked in my mind. This was too fast, too much, but it crumbled almost instantly. f**k it, I thought, it's happening. Who am I fooling, pretending I want to stop this? My body betrayed me, arching into his hand as pleasure coiled tight in my core.

A moan escaped my lips, low and needy, vibrating against his mouth. That sound seemed to ignite something in him, his fingers thrust harder, faster, pumping in and out of my slick p***y with relentless rhythm.

Each plunge stretched me, his thumb circling my clit in firm presses that sent sparks shooting up my spine. I gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening, as waves of heat built, my inner walls clenching around him.

Unable to hold back any longer, I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle in my haze of arousal. The metal clinked softly as I yanked it open, desperate to feel more of him, to pull him closer and let this spiral even further.

My fingers had just tugged his belt free when Rowan's free hand clamped around my wrist, pulling it away with a firm grip that brooked no argument.

He kept his other hand moving between my legs, those two fingers still plunging deep into my soaked p***y, twisting and curling with every thrust.

The sudden denial made me whine in frustration, but before I could protest or even process why he'd stopped me, he drew back from the kiss, his eyes dark and intent on mine for a split second.

Then he dropped to his knees in one fluid motion, yanking my legs wider apart until my thighs burned from the stretch.

I barely had time to gasp at the exposure before he hooked his hands under my knees, hoisting my legs up and draping them over his broad shoulders.

His head nestled right there, inches from my dripping core, his breath hot against my skin. One strong hand fisted the fabric of my pants, and with a sharp, effortless rip, he tore them clean off, the sound echoing in the empty room like a promise of more destruction to come.

The shock hit me, how the hell did he just shred them like that? but it dissolved into nothing as the flat of his tongue pressed flat against my p***y, dragging upward in a slow, deliberate swipe from my entrance to my clit.

Electricity jolted through me, my gasp turning into a sharp cry. He didn't give me a moment to recover; his mouth latched on, lips sealing around my folds as he licked with voracious hunger.

My head snapped back, slamming against the wall behind the table, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overwhelmed me. One hand instinctively flew to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair and shoving him harder against me, urging him deeper.

He obliged, his tongue spearing into my p***y, thrusting in and out with a wet, rhythmic f**k that mimicked exactly what I craved from his c**k.

Each plunge stretched my walls, his nose bumping my clit with every forward push, while his hands gripped my ass, pulling me flush to his face so he could devour me completely.