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And Colton and Jaxon—were they part of this twisted game too? Was I just a prize to them and not a real person with thoughts and feelings of my own?
No, I couldn't believe that. I refused to believe that the warmth and care I'd seen in their eyes was all an act. There had to be more to this situation than I realized.
But right now, I needed to get away—to clear my head and sort through the maelstrom of emotions raging inside me. I fled the galleria, desperate to escape. Desperate to cling to the last shreds of my innocence before it was torn away completely.
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His suit loosened and his tie discarded, Colton stared at his reflection in the expansive mirror, the dim lighting casting shadows across his chiseled features. He took in the darkness that lurked in his eyes, the arousal that still lingered from being with Delcy during their date.
He couldn't stop replaying the evening in his mind, remembering how stunning she had looked. The short dress she wore accentuated every curve, hinting at the perfect body underneath while still leaving some things to the imagination. Her legs seemed endless in those sleek stilettos. And her omega scent... it had awakened a primal need in him.
When they kissed, it was thrilling, hungry, and passionate. He had felt delirious, drunk on her taste and touch. It was a high no drug or drink could ever replicate. In that moment, with her body pressed against his, soft and willing, Colton had wanted nothing more than to give in to his alpha urges completely. To take her, claim her, and make her irrevocably his.
But she had begged to stop, panting, her eyes glazed with a mix of desire and trepidation. It had taken every ounce of Colton's willpower and self-control to pull away, to rein in the alpha monster inside that wanted to take without a care for consequences.
Now alone in his bathroom, desire still simmered through his veins. He couldn't stop thinking about Delcy, imagining all the ways he wanted to have her. In his mind, she was there with him, shy yet willing as he slowly peeled off her dress, revealing inch after inch of soft, smooth skin. He pictured laying her down on his bed, exploring her body thoroughly with his hands and mouth until she was gasping and writhing beneath him. He would kiss every part of her, worship her, make her feel like the goddess she was.
Colton imagined finally joining their bodies, her wet heat engulfing him as he took them both to euphoric heights. He could almost hear the little moans and cries she would make, see the bliss on her face. Feel the primal satisfaction of staking his claim on her.
A low growl rumbled in Colton's chest, and he clenched his fists on the marble countertop. He had to stop himself, rein these thoughts back in. As tempting as they were, he couldn't see Delcy that way, as merely an object to sate his lust. She deserved better than that. Deserved to be cherished, cared for. And he wanted to be the one to give that to her.
With a deep breath, Colton turned away from his reflection. He stripped and stepped into the walk-in shower, turning the water cold. The shock of it helped clear his head, calm his raging hormones. He thought instead of the way Delcy had smiled at him so shyly and sweetly when he first arrived to pick her up. The way her hand felt tucked into his arm as they walked into the restaurant. How she had tucked her hair behind her ear when she got flustered.
These innocent moments meant so much more to him than any fleeting sexual gratification ever could. With Delcy, Colton felt he had a real shot at something true, something lasting. A partner who could be his equal in every way. Someone he could share his whole self with, darkness and light, without judgment.
For the first time in a long while, Colton felt hopeful about his future. Delcy had reawakened parts of himself he thought were long dead—the ability to care selflessly, to want something real and meaningful. The alpha monster inside was still there, still prowling restlessly, unsatisfied. But Delcy's light made Colton believe he could keep it caged. That he was more than his baser urges and instincts. That he was worthy of redemption and capable of change.
After the shower, Colton stepped out onto the plush bath mat, his skin still damp from the cold water. The cool air sent a shiver down his spine as he dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist. He knew he needed to sleep, to rest, but his mind was abuzz with thoughts of Delcy.
Despite his best efforts to push her out of his mind, her image kept flashing before him, her soft laughter echoing in his ears, the sweet scent of her skin wafting through his nostrils. He was beginning to understand it was futile to resist her, that she had a hold on him that was growing stronger with each passing moment.
He moved silently through the dimly lit penthouse, the soft glow of the nightlight casting eerie shadows on the walls. The silence was deafening. It was a stark contrast to the noise and chaos of his boardroom, yet he found it comforting, a reminder of the peace he craved.
As he slipped beneath the covers, Colton thought of her again. He couldn't shake the image of Delcy from his thoughts, the way she looked at him with those doe-like eyes, the way her body moved with a grace and elegance that was both captivating and intoxicating.
He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, allowing himself to indulge in the fantasy that had been playing out in his mind all evening.
He imagined her lying next to him, her body warm and inviting. He pictured the two of them entangled in the sheets, limbs intertwined, skin slick with sweat. The mere thought of it sent a wave of desire coursing through him.
In his imagination, they were in a lush garden filled with blooms, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and roses. A luxurious bed was set up in the middle of the garden, draped in silk sheets and adorned with pillows. Delcy lay across it, her sheer dress clinging to her body, revealing more than it concealed, her slender curves and the swell of her breasts visible through the thin fabric, her eyes dark and mysterious and her lips full and inviting.
As Colton approached her, he could see the desire in her eyes, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath she took. He joined her on the bed, their bodies intimately close, his fingers tracing a path down her body as he marveled at her curves, her softness, her warmth. In his head, Delcy shivered at his touch, her body responding instinctively to his, which only served to drive Colton’s lust for her all the more.
She moaned softly as he trailed sweet little kisses up her body, his lips brushing against her collarbone, her neck, her jawline. He cupped her face in his hands, their eyes locked before his lips captured hers for a kiss. It was gentle, his lips lingering on hers, savoring the sweetness of her taste.
In reality, Colton felt his cock growing stiff, straining against the silk pajama bottoms. He groaned as he moved one hand and took hold of his shaft—thick, hard, and hot—a result of the image of Delcy in his head.
In his fantasy, the passion within Colton consumed him, and he kissed Delcy deeper, his lips pressing against hers with a fierce intensity. Their tongues danced together, each one exploring the other with a hunger that left them both breathless.
When he pulled away, Colton slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He eagerly cupped them in his hands, feeling their weight and softness while teasing her nipples with his thumbs, his eyes intense on hers as they hardened under his touch. Delcy arched her back, pressing herself against him as she moaned. He pulled her in tightly, wanting to be even closer.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he made his way to her breasts. Then he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it as she writhed beneath him, her body trembling under his touches.
He slid his hand down, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist before moving lower until he found the hem of her dress. He lifted it, revealing her slender bare legs to his eyes, and he fervently ran his hand up her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin.
Groaning, Delcy spread her legs, inviting him to touch her, which Colton zealously did. She was already wet, her arousal slick against her skin.
Colton couldn't resist the temptation and slid his hand between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness that awaited him. He teased her with his fingers, rubbing her clit in slow circles as she moaned and writhed beneath him. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she approached the edge.
