Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 5

~Conner~

“Connor?”

It was Nathan’s voice. My oldest friend. I invited him over for us to talk business together.

He had come down from the upper deck at some point without me noticing, and now he stood a few feet away with a glass of something amber in one hand and his wife tucked into his side.

Her eyes were narrowed with concern, head tilted like she was studying me. Nathan was frowning, brows drawn low as he stepped closer.

“Jesus, man. You alright? You’re sweating like hell.”

I blinked, dragging my gaze away from Lily with all the force of a man trying to rip himself free from a f*****g trance. I looked at Nathan, then quickly swiped a hand over the back of my neck. My shirt was sticking to my back. My palms were damp. My throat was bone dry. It wasn’t the sun. It wasn’t the heat. It was her.

“I’m fine,” I said, and my voice came out low, gravelly, so obviously not fine it made Nathan raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t look fine,” his wife, Delilah, said gently. She reached forward and placed a cool hand on my forearm, and I almost flinched from the contact. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or… something worse.”

I forced a smile. Or maybe I didn’t. I wasn’t even sure what my face was doing anymore. Everything felt tight, tense, hot. I was still hard. Still painfully, desperately hard.

The outline of my c**k was digging into the zipper of my pants and I knew if I didn’t turn around and walk away, it would get worse. I glanced over my shoulder and of course she was still there.

Lily.

She had walked over to the railing now, her back to me, bent slightly forward as she looked over the water. The curve of her ass pushed back, making that white dress ride up even higher on her thighs.

One breeze — one strong gust — and I’d see everything. I’d see if she had anything on underneath. I’d see the swell of her heat-drunk cunt outlined in soft cotton and sun.

“I need water,” I said suddenly, cutting Nathan off before he could ask anything else. I ran a hand through my hair, which was already damp at the roots. “Too much sun.”

Delilah gave me a concerned look, but Nathan chuckled and clapped me on the shoulder.

“You’re not as young as you used to be,” he teased. “You probably need to pace yourself with the bourbon and the view.”

I gave a sharp laugh — dry, humorless — and nodded.

“Yeah. The view’s a lot to take in.”

I turned, already walking toward the interior of the yacht. I needed space. I needed cold. I needed to lock myself in my cabin and jerk the f**k off to the image of her walking barefoot into my life like a goddamn temptation wrapped in white cotton and bare thighs.

Because if I didn’t—if I stood there one second longer—

I was going to walk over to her, grab her by the hips, press her to that railing, and f**k her until the crew heard her scream.

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I slammed the door to my private cabin behind me and locked it. The second I turned, I yanked my belt open and shoved my pants down just enough to free my c**k.

It sprang up thick and angry, already glistening at the tip. I let out a long groan and leaned back against the door, chest rising and falling like I’d run through a goddamn war zone.

“f**k,” I whispered, wrapping my hand around the base of my c**k and squeezing hard, trying to take the edge off the desperation flooding my system.

But the second I closed my eyes—she was there. Lily. That f*****g dress. Those t**s bouncing without a bra. That innocent f*****g smile like she didn’t even know her scent was dragging me to the brink of madness.

My hand started to move before I even realized it. Long strokes. Tight. I pictured her on her knees. Mouth open. Eyes wide and teary while she struggled to take my c**k down her throat like a good little Omega slut.

I groaned louder now, my hips jerking forward into my own grip.

I imagined her whimpering beneath me, one leg thrown over my shoulder, her p***y stretched wide as I shoved my fingers into her and made her come over and over until she was begging for my knot.

I imagined grabbing her by the throat, pressing her face into the mattress, and pounding her from behind while she screamed Daddy and shook from the force of it.

I imagined flipping her over, licking her thighs, her c**t, then slapping her cunt just to watch her cry and spread her legs wider for more.

“Oh f**k,” I growled, my voice hoarse, my chest heaving. “Oh f**k, Lily—fuck.”

I was panting like a wild f*****g animal. My hand pumped harder, faster, rougher. I could feel the veins in my c**k bulging against my palm, feel the fire racing up my spine, feel my balls tightening under me like they were seconds away from unleashing a f*****g flood.

I couldn’t stop picturing her.

I saw her on my bed, legs spread, eyes wide and lips trembling as I forced her thighs open. Her p***y would be glistening, untouched, pink and tight and swollen with need.

I’d slide two fingers into her just to hear the way she cried out, then use my thumb to rub her c**t until she was begging to be filled.

I imagined her breath hitching, her voice breaking as she whispered, “Please, Daddy, I want it—I want all of it.”

“f**k—yes—just like that, kitten. Just like that,” I groaned, slamming my head back against the door as my c**k jumped in my hand.

I kept stroking. My grip was brutal. My pace was savage. I needed this. I needed to come. I needed to f*****g release the weeks of pent-up hunger I’d buried beneath shirts and manners and fake fatherly smiles. I wasn’t thinking like a man anymore. I was thinking like an Alpha. I was thinking like a beast who had seen his Omega and was losing his goddamn mind.

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