Lusting After My Husband’s Alpha Brother (3)
1662 Words
| HAILEY |
My hand slid down between my thighs, my fingers brushing against my slick p***y folds.
A soft gasp slipped past my lips as my fingers began to move in slow, needy circles, chasing the ache building deep inside me.
“Ahh… Xavier…” I breathed, the sound drowned by the steady rush of the shower.
Unable to take it anymore, I pressed two fingers into my wet p***y, sliding them in easily.
“Mmh… ngh…” I moaned softly, my hips moving on their own, matching the rhythm of my fingers.
Every thrust sent a new wave of pleasure through me, my body tightening as I chased the release I craved from Xavier
I bit down on my lip, stifling another moan.
I couldn’t let Dan hear me from the bedroom, so I pressed my free hand against my mouth, muffling the desperate sounds as pleasure built hotter and deeper inside me.
My hand moved from my mouth to my left breast, fingers trembling as I cupped and squeezed it, my thumb tracing circles over the hard n****e.
“Ah… f**k…” I whimpered softly, my breath catching as my fingers moved faster.
“Xavier… I need you…”
The words fell from my lips before I could stop them, raw and desperate, echoing faintly in the shower’s misty air.
“Mmhgff…” Another needy moan escaped me as I thrust my fingers inside my p***y, rubbing my n****e, desperate to reach my orgasm.
My body was tight, straining, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t reach my orgasm.
Something was missing, Xavier’s touch, his scent, the heat of his body pressed against mine.
The emptiness only grew, spreading through my chest and down between my legs until it was unbearable.
With a shaky sigh, I finally stopped and pulled my wet fingers away from my p***y and breast, frustration and longing twisting together inside me, leaving me aching and restless.
I washed up quickly, letting the last traces of heat fade from my skin before stepping out of the shower.
Wrapping myself in a soft white robe, I pushed open the bathroom door. Steam drifted out into the bedroom, curling into the cool air.
Dan was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed. His elbows rested on his knees, his head bowed slightly while the early morning sunlight brushed over his shoulders.
When he finally looked up, his tired eyes softened the moment they met mine.
“Good morning, baby,” Dan said quietly in a raspy voice.
“Good morning,” I replied, forcing a small smile.
Dan stood and crossed the room, pressing a brief kiss to my forehead. “How was your night?”
“It was fine,” I lied.
In truth, it was anything but fine.
I’d spent the night tangled in the sheets and in thoughts I shouldn’t have had.
Thoughts of Xavier, his hands exploring my body, his lips trailing kisses across my skin, and his c**k thrusting into my p***y until I couldn’t breathe.
Dan stepped back a little. “I need to take a shower. I’ve got a flight to catch.”
I just nodded, watching as he disappeared into the bathroom.
The sound of running water soon filled the silence, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled a long, shaky breath, trying to steady myself.
I slipped into a simple gown, the fabric cool against my skin, then crossed to the nightstand.
Pulling open the top drawer, I took out my heat suppressants, twisted the cap open, and swallowed two pills dry before returning the bottle to its place and then moved over to the dresser.
I sat and faced the mirror, forcing my trembling hands to smooth my wet hair into place.
My mind kept drifting to Xavier, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t calm the flutter in my chest or pushed the thoughts of him that refused to leave my mind.
After a few minutes, Dan stepped out of the bathroom, dressed quickly, then grabbed his packed travel bag from the beside the wardrobe.
I tangled my hand in his, and together we walked to the front door.
As we passed through the sitting room, I spotted Xavier lounging on the couch, absorbed in a football match.
He wore grey sweatpants and a white loose T-shirt, his relaxed posture doing nothing to hide the quiet dominance that seemed to radiate from him.
In that exact moment, Xavier’s Alpha pheromones hit me like a surge of electricity.
My pulse raced, my skin prickled, and every sense ignited at once.
Xavier turned, and a small smile curved his lips when he spotted Dan and me.
Omg… that smile.
It was already turning me on.
“Hey, Good morning” Xavier greeted.
“Good morning,” I managed softly.
I kept my eyes down, afraid that if I met Xavier’s gaze, he’d see the heat already stirring inside me.
“Morning, Xavier,” Dan replied easily. “I’m traveling today.”
“Alright, man. Have a safe trip.” Xavier said.
They exchanged quick goodbyes, and I followed Dan out to the front, forcing myself not to look back, even as I felt Xavier’s gaze lingering on me.
Outside, a cab was already waiting for Dan.
“Have a safe trip,” I said, rising on my toes to kiss his lips.
“I’ll miss you,” Dan murmured, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’ll call you tonight.”
He pulled away and stepped into the cab.
I stood at the doorway, waving until the cab disappeared down the street.
Then I stepped back into the house, moving carefully to avoid Xavier as I passed the sitting room.
I hurried up the stairs to my room, my thoughts circling back to Xavier no matter how hard I tried to push them away.
My heat surged again, spreading through me like a fire I couldn’t control, one that only Xavier could put out.
The suppressants weren’t working.
My body was burning, my skin hypersensitive, every breath catching as the heat spread through me.
My p***y throbbed with a deep, insistent ache that refused to fade.
I spent the entire day in my room, torn and restless, my thoughts spinning in circles.
Should I go to a club and find some Alpha to f**k me? Or should I give in and go to Xavier?
I tried to calm my heat, swallowing more suppressant pills, but they did nothing.
It was as if my body had stopped listening to me entirely. Every nerve, every thought, every pulse screamed for Xavier.
My wolf, Sky, clawed at the corners of my mind, urging me toward Xavier with a need that burned hotter by the hour.
After hours of trying to calm my heat, night finally came.
I didn’t go to a club.
Instead, I stood before the full-length mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection.
My skin was flushed and glowing with heat. My pupils were wide and dark with desire.
I could feel the slick ache in my p***y already, pulsing with desperate need.
Moving to the dresser, I pulled open the bottom drawer and reached for a red lace lingerie set I had bought online a few months ago but never worn.
I slipped it on, starting with the bra. It was tiny, pushing my breasts up until they nearly spilled over the cups.
The G-string panties were a thin strip of lace, leaving my ass completely exposed when I wore them.
I fastened the matching garter belt and slid into the sheer red stockings, my hands trembling so much that clipping them in place was a struggle.
When I caught my reflection again, I barely recognized the woman staring back.
I looked like a different woman.
A desperate one.
An Omega in full heat, ready for her Alpha.
I didn’t let myself think. My feet carried me out of my room and down the quiet hallway to Xavier’s bedroom door.
My heart raced with each step.
Xavier’s pheromones hung thick in the air, making my head spin and my body ache even more.
I could almost taste his scent on my tongue as I reached his door.
I didn’t knock. My hand trembled as I turned the knob and quietly pushed the door open.
Xavier’s room was tidy, dimly lit by the soft glow of a desk lamp. Dark furniture, polished surfaces, everything perfectly in place, just like him.
Xavier sat at his desk, his back to me, typing on his laptop.
He was still on his gray sweatpants that clung low on his hips and his white loose T-shirt.
As the muscles in his back shifted and flexed with each movement, my breath caught and my mouth went dry.
I took two careful steps into the room and closed the door behind me. It clicked softly, and the sound made Xavier turn
His cold, piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, widening as he took me in, his gaze slowly traveling down my body.
First my face, then the red bra hugging my breasts, sliding down my waist, over the garter belt and sheer stockings, and finally lingering on the G-string panties around my waist.
I saw his nostrils flare as he inhaled, tasting the sweet, intoxicating scent of an Omega in full heat.
Every instinct in him seemed to awaken.
For a long moment, Xavier just stared.
The air between us felt thick, almost electric, charged with tension.
His own scent intensified, that dark, possessive Alpha musk filling the room, making my knees threaten to buckle.
My p***y clenched instinctively, aching with a desperate need.
I stood frozen, every nerve in my body on edge, waiting for Xavier’s reaction.
Xavier didn’t move from his chair. His voice, low and rough, cut through the silence.
“Ha-Hailey… what are you… doing here?”
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