KESTER.
I pushed the door to the ladies’ open and peeped. Her scent filled my nostrils as I stepped inside, letting the door shut quietly behind me. My gaze fell on her instantly.
She was standing there, gripping the edge of the porcelain sink as tight as her little hands could. Her head hung low, her shoulders rising and falling with the effort to catch her breath. Strands of her dark hair framed her face, sticking lightly to the sheen of sweat on her skin. She looked… fragile. Perfect. Mine.
The fluorescent light above cast a faint glow over her figure, highlighting the curve of her hips and the way that damn dress clung to her body like a second skin. My jaw tightened involuntarily. That dress-it wasn’t just a dress. It was a fucking provocation.
She lifted her head slowly, probably sensing me before she saw me. Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and the moment they did, her body went rigid. Her breath hitched audibly, her lips parting as her wide, startled gaze locked onto mine.
“Alpha,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
I didn’t move, not immediately. I wanted her to feel it-my presence, my dominance, the intensity of what I was here for. I wanted her to know there was no escape. Not from me. Not ever.
She turned around hesitantly, her back pressing lightly against the sink as though she needed the extra support. Her nervous hands clutched the edge of it, her knuckles white, her chest rising and falling far too quickly for someone who wasn’t running.
“When did we start being so formal that you now call me Alpha without a reason?” I asked, but she quickly looked away.
Only then did I catch sight of my eyes in the mirror behind her to see that my eyes were glowing red. My wolf, Zeth, was partly in control, and he always made her scared.
Zeth was a ruthlessly vicious wolf who carried out intentions and duties without a second thought. He was one anyone should be scared of. But not Mine. I had tried to let her know this since I got Zeth, that he’d never hurt her, but I guess she’d never believe me.
She always referred to me as Alpha when Zeth was in control. He had such a controlling and compelling aura that she always obeyed even without me issuing a command.
I took a slow step forward, hands casually tucked into my pockets, my eyes tracing the lines of her body unapologetically. “Kasmine…”
Her breathing quickened even more, her eyes darting toward the door behind me. “I-I was just-”
I silenced her with a pointed look, my lips curling into a smirk that held no warmth. “You’ll have to stop wearing dresses like that,” I said, my voice low and suggestive, loaded with dark intent. “Tight, little things that hug your curves like they’re desperate to cling to you.” My eyes dragged over her body once more, taking in the way the fabric stretched across her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the slender curve of her waist. “Do you know what it does to me?”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She was frozen in place, caught between fear and something else she couldn’t quite name. Something I could see burning in her eyes despite her attempts to mask it.
I took another step forward, closing the gap between us, my gaze never leaving hers. “I haven’t been able to concentrate all damn day,” I confessed, my voice dropping even lower, rough with my effort at restraint. “Not with you sitting out there, looking like that. Not with you… here… I almost lost my mind when I turned and didn’t see you in your seat…”
Her back hit the sink as I moved closer, invading her space. I reached out slowly, my fingers brushing against her cheek with a gentleness that contradicted the storm raging inside me. Her skin was soft, warm, and she flinched slightly at the contact before relaxing into it, her resistance cracking.
I tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at me. “You’ve been in my head since last night, you know?” My thumb brushed over her jawline as I leaned in, my lips barely a breath away from hers. “And you’ll stay there, Kasmine. You’ll stay there until I decide otherwise.”
I kissed her then, softly at first, testing her. She tensed beneath my touch, her fingers gripping the sink behind her as though she wanted to pull away. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. The moment I deepened the kiss, she melted into it, her lips parting under mine as her resolve crumbled completely.
She was almost standing on her tiptoe to reach my towering height. So perfect for me.
“I’ve dreamed of this. Of you. Of having you like this.” I confessed as I felt the maddening sensation skitter up my brain.
Her hands moved hesitantly, one of them clutching at the fabric of my shirt as though anchoring herself. Her breathing grew heavier, matching mine as the kiss became more consuming.
My free hand rested on the cool porcelain of the sink beside her, caging her in without even needing to grab hold of her. She was mine, locked in this my surrender, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
I angled my head, sliding my tongue across the seam of her lips, teasing them open.
“Open up,” I breathed the command. It was more like a demand.
She resisted, a faint shiver rippling through her body, but it was weak. And then, like a dam breaking, she parted her lips for me.
Her taste flooded my senses-sweet, intoxicating, entirely her-and I groaned low in my throat, the sound vibrating against her mouth as I claimed her fully.
“You taste like heaven. Like everything I’ve ever craved.” I said against her lips, and she moaned in response.
The kiss grew more urgent, more consuming. I poured everything into it-my frustration, my desire, my obsession-letting her feel the depth of my hunger for her. My tongue swept against hers, coaxing and demanding, drawing her into the storm I refused to contain.
She leaned into me just slightly, but it was enough. Her lips softened, no longer trembling, and she kissed me back with an eagerness that surprised even her.
When she finally broke away, gasping for air, her eyes were glossy, her lips swollen. “What do you want from me, Kester?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in her tone only fueled the possessiveness surging through me.
I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my thumb lingering against her cheek. “I want you to be mine,” I said simply. “In every way that matters. I want you, Kasmine. All of you.”
She shook her head weakly, her gaze dropping to the floor. “That’s not possible,” she murmured, “It can’t be. You know that. Society would never accept this. Mum. Dad. Everyone will see this as a taboo.”
I smirked, tilting her face back up so she was forced to meet my eyes. “Fuck everyone. Everything is possible with me. You’ll learn that soon enough.”
Her lips quivered, and for a moment, she looked as though she might push me away. But then she surprised me. Her gaze hardened slightly, “If I do what you want… if I give you whatever you ask for, you have to promise me something.”
My brow arched, intrigued. “What is it?”
Her next words were quiet, hesitant. “Promise me you won’t hurt Jake.”
Jake. Again.
The very mention of his name was enough to stir the dark, simmering rage inside me, but I kept my composure. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
My smirk widened slightly, and I leaned in, letting my lips hover over her ear. “As long as you’re my good girl,” I murmured, my voice dripping with menace and desire, “Jake has nothing to fear.”
She shivered under my breath, her eyes fluttering closed as I pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Leave your door open tonight, Mine.” I whispered against her lips, “Just like last night.”
I felt her tense. But before she could respond, I captured her lips again, claiming her one last time before stepping back and leaving the room.