Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 17

~Lily~

It was some other guy.

Tall, tan, annoyingly hot. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned, chest on display like he knew he was God’s favorite.

His hair looked like he’d just gotten off a jet ski and still managed to look perfect. His eyes were sharp, curious, amused.

And yeah. He was staring at me like I was a walking meltdown.

“Oh my God,” I said, trying to stand up straighter even though my spine was made of horny jelly.

“Hi. Sorry. I’m fine,” I said way too quickly, like a girl who was very much not fine but trying so hard to sound like she hadn’t just been caught having a mental breakdown in the bar corner.

I forced a smile so hard my cheeks actually twitched. “I’m totally okay. Just talking to myself a little. You know, normal stuff. Mentally stable behavior. Nothing dramatic. I wasn’t crying or hallucinating or threatening to throw myself overboard if I don’t get laid before sunset or anything like that.”

The guy blinked.

He looked both amused and mildly concerned.

“I mean, obviously I wasn’t saying shut up to you,” I continued, because I didn’t know how to stop talking and apparently my mouth was just going to take me straight to hell without asking for permission.

“I was saying it to my brain. And my hormones. And my extremely loud inner monologue that keeps narrating my life like it’s some w*****d story with forbidden daddy kinks and way too much sexual tension for a girl who’s technically still a virgin.”

His eyebrows shot up.

I covered my mouth with my hand like I could rewind time.

“Oh

my God,” I mumbled into my palm. “Please forget everything I just said. Hi, I’m Lily. Bella’s bestfriend. The girl grinding her pussy on some dude over there. Nice to meet you. Let’s pretend this is a normal first conversation where I’m not already emotionally unraveling and confessing my sins before the first drink even kicks in.”

He laughed–like genuinely laughed and stepped a little closer like he wasn’t completely terrified by my chaotic energy. “Well… that was the best introduction I’ve heard all day,” he said, voice low and smooth and cocky in the most annoying, delicious way. “I’m Jason. Bella invited me. But I arrived late. So let’s just say twenty mins ago”

Of course his name was Jason. Of course he looked like a Greek god on vacation. Of course he had one of those chains on his neck that only hot guys can wear without looking like douchebags.

Of course he was smiling at me like I was cute and fuckable and not about three seconds away from combusting because I could still feel Connor’s fingers inside me and I hadn’t even had a full orgasm yet.

“Nice to meet you, Jason,” I said, trying to sound calm but probably sounding like I was seconds from spiraling again. “I’m just having a moment. You know, yacht life. Salt air. Girl stuff.”

“Girl stuff, huh?” he said, biting into a mango slice and chewing it with that slow, cocky kind of confidence that made my nipples harden just from vibe. “That why you looked like you were about to punch the wall?”

I let out a weird laugh–snort. “No. I mean, yes. Kind of. I wasn’t gonna punch the wall. I was just… yelling at myself in my head. You ever get so deep in your own thoughts that they start arguing with you?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Sounds intense. What were you arguing about?”

I took a long sip of my juice like it could wash down my dirty thoughts and my emotional damage in one gulp. “It’s a long story. One that involves me needing a fan, a vibrator, a priest, and a time machine.”

He laughed again. Fucking dimples. Why did the hot ones always have dimples?

“Well, if you ever need someone to distract you from your internal war,” he said, reaching for another slice of mango and popping it into his mouth like he wasn’t slowly murdering my self–control, “I’m pretty good at providing… alternative entertainment.”

My knees buckled a little. I tried to play it off like I was shifting my weight, but no. That was a pussy–clench moment.

“Oh, I bet you are,” I said, and I immediately wanted to slap myself in the face. “I mean..not like that. I mean, cool, Entertainment. That’s..yeah. Fun.”

He smirked. “You’re adorable.”

I blinked. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me while I’m having a nervous breakdown in front of the juice bar.”

“Well,” he said, leaning a little closer and lowering his voice just enough to make my skin tingle, “if you decide you want more than juice tonight… you know where to find me.”

The second those words left his mouth, my entire brain short–circuited. I stood there, completely frozen, my fingers clenched around the glass like it was the only thing keeping me upright while my thighs did this ridiculous, involuntary squeeze like they were auditioning for Desperate, Horny Virgins: The Musical.

My heart was pounding. I could feel it in my throat, in my chest, in the places he hadn’t even touched yet. Jason was still looking at me, all calm and cocky and absolutely sure of himself, like he knew I’d follow him.

Like he could already see me saying yes. Like he could feel how wet I was under this little dress.

And honestly? I hated how close he was to being right.

But the truth? The real truth?

I wasn’t thinking about Jason.

Not really.

Not deep down.

I was still thinking about him.

I was still thinking about Connor.

His hands. His voice. His fucking growl.

The way his fingers had wrecked me against that wall like he owned every part of my body. The way he whispered don’t make a sound while my best friend knocked on the door and my legs refused to stop shaking.

I couldn’t get him out of my head.

I couldn’t stop hearing him in my ears.

I couldn’t stop clenching every time I remembered the way he looked at me..like he’d already fucked me in his mind and was just waiting for the perfect moment to finish it.

I needed to get him out.

I needed someone..anyone..to erase him from my skin, my mouth, my pussy, my soul. I needed to forget how much I wanted him.

I needed to forget the way I was about two seconds away from going back and begging him to finish what he started.

No. No, I wasn’t going to beg. I refused to beg. I was not going to walk back in there with my dress wrinkled and my pride dangling off my wrist like a fucking friendship bracelet.

I needed distraction.

I needed chaos,

I needed to feel something else.

And Jason?

Jason looked like a very good distraction.

said the boldest, dumbest thing I could possibly say.

“Where can I find you?”

He grinned.

That slow, delicious grin that made my thighs twitch and my mouth go dry. He didn’t say anything right away, just looked at me like he was unwrapping me with his eyes. His tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip and I nearly moaned.

Then he leaned in, close enough that I could smell his cologne, earthy, spicy, expensive trouble and he whispered, “Follow me.”

And I swear to God.

Fuck.

My legs almost buckled.

My whole body screamed yes. My Omega screamed louder. I could feel my pussy throb in agreement like it had its own brain and was just waiting for my feet to move.

And for the first time all day, I didn’t think.

I just followed.

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I followed him.

Like an idiot. Like a desperate, horny, still–aching Omega who had no business walking off with a boy she just met while her best friend’s father was still burned into her skin.

He led me down a quiet hallway on the yacht..past the lounge, past the fancy–ass spa room, past a few doors that were already half–open with moaning sounds spilling out like this boat had officially turned into a floating sex dungeon.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked back at me once, smirked like the cocky bastard he was, and pushed open a door at the very end of the hall that led into what looked like a private guest cabin.

I stepped inside and instantly regretted it, My thighs clenched again. My nipples rubbed against the inside of my dress with every movement.

I could still feel Connor’s fingers inside me, and now Jason was watching me like I was dessert.

“So…” he said finally, voice low as he leaned against the door and locked it behind him. “You’re an Omega.”

I hesitated, then nodded, crossing my arms over my chest even though that only made my boobs squish up and push higher.

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