Filed to story: Hiding the Alphas Baby Novel PDF Free by Author Lia
That thought makes my hands freeze. My eyes roam down her blank face, her wet clothes, and her limp arms.
Is it so easy to break her?
Or was I just trying to break something that was already broken?
I can not tell anymore.
So silently, I suppress the strange emotions in my chest and pick her in my arms carefully. She doesn’t move, doesn’t even make a sound as I carry her to the basin counter and sit her there.
As if working in a robotic mode, I grab the towel and dry her hair before drying her arms and neck. She doesn’t react to my touch and I suppress the urge to react to her state.
Keeping my mouth shut, I grab a T-shirt from my walk-in closet and come back to her. She hasn’t moved an inch from her spot.
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I help her limp body out of the wet clothes and close my eyes when it’s time to take off her bra and panties.
I shouldn’t think much of it, but my body reacts to her proximity violently. Blood rushes south, hardening my cock.
All my muscles tighten, and my senses tune into her scent and her touch. I grit my jaw and make her wear my T- shirt before opening my eyes.
A hard breath leaves my lungs. I grab the hairdryer and find myself drying her wet hair all the while avoiding looking at her bare legs.
But it’s near impossible for me.
I vowed to not touch her. Even when she submitted to me, spread her legs readily, and pulled me into her, I pulled away and didn’t fuck her.
But I am slowly accepting that my body needs her like it needs air.
A vein ticks in my jaw at that thought. I drop the hairdryer on the counter and bring my clean shorts over. She can not stay without panties around me. But I am not about to put those up her legs. My shorts are a better option.
Closing my eyes, I help her into my shorts, her upper half leaning onto my body for support.
After I am done with her, I pick her up in my arms again.
She remains dazed, oblivious to how hard it is for me to not shake her out of that state.
Frowning, I put her on my bed and tuck her in blankets. She goes down easily, without any protests, and lies there lifelessly.
A string draws me to her, and without giving it another thought, I slip under the blanket behind her. My stiff body lies at a distance as I stare at her face.
“Snap out of it.” I whisper, my heartbeat escalating at the sight of her.
The longer she stays in that state, the harder it becomes for me to bear it.
In the end, I resort to the extreme measures. She will snap out of it if I touch her. She hates my touch, after all.
I wrap my arm around her waist and turn her in my hold, putting her back to my front.
A groan leaves my mouth as her petite body slips right into my embrace, her curves pressing into my muscles, fitting perfectly like the pieces of a puzzle.
I rest my nose in her nape, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My hand sneaks under her shirt, my palm spreading over her stomach. It sinks under my touch, as she holds her breath.
Unconsciously, I run my nails down her stomach, finally drawing a small gasp from her.
Her back arches, reaching for my body as she grabs my wrist between her trembling fingers. My cock hardens some more, making it impossible for me to not grind against her, but I hold myself back, enduring the pain.
“Mas- – -Massimo?” She breathes, her body tensing in my arms. Fear reflects in her small voice, making me sigh. The knot in my stomach eases as I whisper in her ear. “Yes, my Kitten.”
My nails continue their venture, dragging up and down her stomach, slowly and gently.
She shudders, her body curling more into me. “I- – -I hate you, Massimo.
My heart skips a beat. She should hate me. That’s what I want too. But when she says it like this, it unsettles me.
“I know, Kitten. “I breath against her neck, unable to stop myself from pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
Her grip on my wrist tightens, but she doesn’t push me away. She keeps me there, pushing herself closer and closer as if seeking protection in my arms.
“Sleep in my bed tonight, Kitten. “I nuzzle into her neck, sucking a deep breath.
She is out of it, and I can’t stop caressing her stomach. She, like the little Kitten she is, melts into my arms, forgetting that she is supposed to be disgusted with my touch.
AYLA
It feels like I am burning. Sweat clings to my skin. I gasp and try to get up for some air but the weight over my body keeps me down.
It’s so hot.
Annoyed, I blink my eyes open. The sunlight peeking through the windows hits my face, making me wince slightly.
My head hurts. I groan, closing my eyes for a second.
The weight above me shifts, wrapping around me like a slithering snake to pull me back.
My eyes shoot wide open, blinking rapidly against the sunlight.
What the-
I suppress a scream and look down at the thick arm coiled around my waist. My jaw hangs low as my gaze lifts to another arm wrapped around my chest tightly.
I must be dreaming.
Is this a wet dream?
I never had one of those before.
My lips form an O. I close my eyes again and ease into the arms that keep me plastered to a muscular, warm front.
Heat creeps down my skin, sliding between my legs. I press my thighs together and swallow.
I should wake up from this wet dream now.
A masculine, woody scent overpowers my senses, making me hold my breath.
Okay. A wet dream is not supposed to feel this real, or is it?
Unconsciously, I snuggle my butt against the hardness poking it. A throaty grunt follows as the arms tighten around my body, pulling me deeper into the scorching embrace.