Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 226

The offshore safehouse had been designed to look like an ordinary villa, and as we approached it, that disguise felt almost convincing. Sunlight slid across the faded terracotta tiles, and the sea-green shutters rattled softly whenever the coastal wind pressed against them.

The scent of citrus trees mingled with brine from the nearby water, creating a calm that settled into my chest the moment we crossed through the narrow gate. Inside, the place was reinforced more heavily than most bunkers I’d trained in, but the security meant very little to me compared to the simple relief of stepping into a space where no one expected anything from either of us.

Richard closed the door with a gentle click, and before the sound finished echoing through the entryway, he reached for me. The kiss landed with a suddenness that came from weeks of holding back, and he pressed me against him with a certainty that made my pulse jump.

His hands slid beneath my shirt as if he had thought about this exact moment more times than he would ever admit. I pulled him closer, already unfastening his belt, already feeling the tension in him unravel against my mouth. The lights remained off because neither of us had the patience to reach for a switch.

“I’ve been waiting to touch you without half the kingdom pretending they aren’t staring,” he said, brushing his mouth along my jaw.”Then enjoy it,” I whispered, feeling the warmth of his breath against my neck.

He pushed my shirt up slowly, letting his knuckles travel along the sides of my breasts and across the curve of my ribs until | leaned into him without thinking. I worked his pants dows far enough to free him, and he sucked in a sharp breath when my hand wrapped around him.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me with steady hands and carried me to the couch, sinking to his knees between my legs with a focus that went straight through me.

“I kept thinking about getting you alone like this,” he said as he slid my underwear down my legs. His mouth followed the movement of the fabric, leaving a warm trail up the inside of my thighs.

He lowered his mouth to me with slow, deliberate intention, beginning with gentle strokes that made me arch toward him, then applying firmer, more demanding pressure that/had me gripping his hair. He tasted me with a hunger that deepened each time I gasped, and he didn’t slow even when my legs began to tremble. When I came, the sound tore out of me before I knew I was making it.

He stood quickly and shoved his briefs down, and I reached between us to guide him inside. The moment he filled me, we both moaned, our foreheads touching as we adjusted to the heat and pressure of being joined after so long. His hands gripped my waist, steadying me as I rolled my hips to meet him.”I forgot how good you feel around me,” he murmured into my mouth.

“I’ve been wanting you like this for days,” I said, tightening my legs around him.

He thrust harder, and everything inside me tightened at once. I came again with a sound I couldn’t swallow, and he followed soon after, pressing his face against my neck as he gave in completely.

The walk to the shower turned into a series of kisses and half-steps, with both of us pulling at each other until he finally pressed me against the bathroom tile. Warm water spilled down our backs as he entered me again, and he moved with a steady, deliberate rhythm that made it impossible to think about anything other than the way he held me.

“Say it,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along my lip.

‘Im yours,” I said, lowering my hands to his shoulders.” Every part of me is yours.”

The next morning arrived softly, with sunlight easing through the shutters and the sound of distant waves humming beneath it. We dressed without rushing, choosing loose clothes and sunglasses that let us blend into the slow-moving town.

Richard bought fried dough filled with berry cream from a vendor who-didn’t look twice at us, and we ate it while walking along narrow streets lined with shops that smelled of wax, herbs, and sea salt.

” used to watk around like this before I became Alpha,” he said, watching a fisherman knot a length of rope. “I went where I wanted, bought pastries, and looked at things without wondering who would report it or twist it.”

“You get to do that again,” I said, brushing sugar from the corner of his mouth.

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