Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 39

I barely had time to gasp before he pressed his mouth to mine again with a rough, needy sound.

“God, Amelia,” he growled, voice rough against my lips,” (ve wanted this all fucking day.”

I shivered as his words sent heat straight between my thighs.

“Richard,” I breathed back, biting his lower lip, “shut up and kiss me harder.”

His answering snarl vibrated in my chest and he obeyed without hesitation. to gasp before Richard had me pinned against the wall, his mouth crashing onto mine.

My fingers dove into his hair without thinking, nails scraping his scalp as his low growl vibrated against my chest. The cheap fluorescent lights flickered overhead, cold and clinical, but nothing felt clinical about the heat coiling in my stomach. Every rational thought fell away when his thumb traced the edge of my mouth, demanding more. I gave it to him.

My wolf stirred deep inside me, restless, hungry. Heat pooled between my thighs, every nerve screaming for more.

I let out a shuddering breath, unable to hide how badly l wanted to have him, to claim him. My hips rolled against his leg with filthy need, grinding for friction. His growl turned primal, animal, as his hand slid lower, squeezing my ass possessively, forcing me closer until I gasped his name into his mouth.

Deep inside me, restless, hungry, I could feel my wolf reaching for him. My hips arched toward him without permission. He growled again, a raw, almost unhinged sound I’d never heard from him before.

I felt every button of his suit pressing into my clothes as l wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close. His knee slid between mine and I let it, moaning softly against his lips as the door behind me rattled with our movement.

“Amelia-”

I didn’t let him finish. My hips rolled even harder against his thigh, grinding shamelessly as I moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck, Amelia,” he rasped, voice thick with heat, “look at you. So needy for me you can’t even wait. Keep going, ride against my thigh.

His hand grabbed my ass, helping me grind, and I whimpered.

“That’s it,” he growled, low and filthy, “Let me hear you.”.

We followed in silence. I didn’t dare look at Richard, afraid of what l’d see, or worse, what I wouldn’t.

In the strategy room, tension was thick enough to choke on. Nathan slammed a folder onto the table. “David’s secured support from three neutral Packs. He’s shifted the momentum.”

Silence rippled through the room. The air seemed to vibrate with anger and fear.

Richard’s gaze locked onto the map behind Beta, voice cutting like a blade. “How did we not see this coming?”

Nathan flipped through the folder. “They’ve been working them for months, quietly. Promises of shared borders.

Exclusive trade deals. It’s a classic consolidation.”