Chapter 105: Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me?
(ARLO)
The feel of his body heat radiating into me feels so fucking good. I am forced to stifle a whimper. It annoys me that my dick is hard as steel, and I can’t seem to control how my body reacts to him.
I remember the night we first met. I had a simple plan, to lure him out and jab the side of his neck with a needle. I failed terribly and instead, I let him fuck me. Ever since I met Miles, my lust has always been off the charts with him. I’m not sure what’s so different with him because I’ve never been like this with other alphas.
Miles stirs, and I go very still. I can sense that he is awake now. He is no longer asleep. I should probably move away but don’t want to leave the heat of his bulky body.
He reaches back and rests his palm on the curve of my ass and I stiffen. My mouth goes dry as I feel his hands glide lower and he rubs two fingers between my ass crack.
The noble thing to do is to tell him to get his fucking hands off me, but I can’t bring myself to. I stay silent. Every nerve of mine burns as his big palms squeeze my ass. I know what he wants. He is not even being subtle about it. The scary part of it is that I want it too. I want him to fuck me senseless right now. The lust I have for Miles makes no sense. It is insane. It is dangerous. He is my enemy, yet all I want is to roll over onto my stomach, stick up my ass and offer him my hole.
Sweat prickles my heated skin. My body is shaking and I feel feverish, almost like I’m in heat, but that is impossible. I’ve been on heat-suppressing pills for a while now. I only missed a few pills with all the drama happening between Miles and Dalton. But surely, a few missed pills wouldn’t stop the effectiveness of the pill completely. Or would they?
I shake my head trying to clear the lusty fog creeping into my head. He turns around and now we are facing each other. His warm plump lips are just inches away from mine. I feel drenched in his pheromones.
We start sharing heated breaths and I begin to tremble. I don’t know what the hell this is but something weird is happening inside me, and I can’t control it. I feel weak, submissive even. I want to give Miles whatever he wants from me, which makes no sense. Why would I want to? He is my enemy. I really hate him. I know I do. But why does my asshole clench and quake with the need for him to fix me? With my need to give him what he wants?