The Heat
~Amaris
I had control over nothing…not the heat rushing between my thighs. Not the slick dripping out of my pussy. Not the desire simmering underneath my skin that left me gasping for breath.
And definitely not the man who held me against the wall like I was a feather, watching me burn in his stare and silent groans.
My best friend's Alpha father.
“Amaris, what the …”
I heard my best friend's voice from beside us. Her eyes were on my wet thighs, watching my filthy state in her father's arms.
I flinched.
Then slowly, I opened my eyes and found myself on my bed.
My heavy breathing overtook the silence in the room. I quickly touched between my legs.
“Oh, goddess,” I exhaled as I trailed my hands against my thighs.
Wet. Cold. Slimy.
I exhaled deeper.
I quickly reached for my phone and checked the time. It was 2:33 a.m. and I had only gotten here yesterday, a few hours after I watched another woman ride my boyfriend, Gray.
I came here to forget. To start fresh.
To have fun with my best friend and forget about my past…the human who did not really deserve me.
But now, I'm in the Iron-Howl Pack House, dreaming about my best friend's Alpha father.
I remembered his stares when I first saw him on my arrival at this place.
The way he looked at me like a predator studying its prey, making my wolf howl, pussy lips clasping against the growing wetness between them.
Ember had noticed.
Almost did.
But I hurried out immediately, before the moans I was suppressing finally burst through my lips.
Now in my room…the room Ember told me was mine for as long I would stay here, I stayed leaking uncontrollably for her father, wet dreams taking over my night.
I stood up from the bed. The floor felt cold. Too cold for the heat between my thighs.
I eased the single strap of my night gown. It fell down my legs, smoothly sliding against my skin before finally landing on the floor
I stepped out of it and walked into the bathroom.
I slipped under the shower, turning it on. The water hissed before pouring down over me.
I let it.
I stood still as it ran from my hair, down my body, easing some of the tightness in my chest.
Just then, I heard a sound.
I froze, chest beating slightly.
The water kept running, but my body had gone still.
I listened carefully. But this time, I heard nothing.
Maybe it was the shower.
That was what I told myself.
But for a moment, my eyes flashed, ears listening for the slightest movement.
I carefully reached for the soap and slowly ran it across my skin, trying to ignore the unease creeping back in.
Then I heard it again, softer this time.
But clearer.
The shower was still running. My heart began to beat faster. I turned off the water and silence filled the space instantly.
“Is anyone there?” My voice came out low and unsteady.
No answer.
Only the faint sound of water dripping from my body to the floor.
I waited.
Nothing.
But the silence felt wrong and heavy, like something was there, just beyond what I could see.
I quickly rinsed off, grabbed a towel, and dried myself before wrapping it tightly around my body.
I stepped out of the bathroom carefully. My wet feet met the softness of the mat outside.
But the room…
The room wasn’t calm.
I remembered shutting the door before going to bed. Remembered seeing it shut even before I left for the bathroom.
But now it was wide open, slightly swinging.
Like someone had just walked out.
My breath caught in my throat.
Massive footprints stretched from where I stood toward the open door.
The air had changed. It was thick and heavy now.
The scent hit me next.
Dust. Frostbitten pine.
It filled the room, dominant, overwhelming.
My wolf stirred violently in response. My skin prickled, goosebumps spreading along my arms. It came heavier this time.
My slick.
I clasped my legs like that would even help.
Of course it didn't.
I managed to take a slow step forward, my eyes fixed on the open doorway. The hallway beyond was dark and quiet, but it didn’t feel empty. It felt heavy with shadows, like there were eyes watching my every movement.
Then…
Something moved fast, vanishing into the darkness of the hall with a speed that defied logic, leaving the air vibrating.
Tall. Broad. Massive.
My breath stopped.
Not from fear, but from the scent that followed. It was stronger now, thicker than anything I've ever smelled, possessing my wolf like something I belonged to.
Wrapping around me, sinking deep into my lungs, into my chest, into something far beneath my control.
My wolf reacted instantly, howling under the overwhelming authority of that scent, while the ache between my legs turned into a relentless, rhythmic throb. It was the same scent that had almost brought me to my knees earlier, leaving me drenched and desperate.
Alpha Varg. Ember’s father.
I had come here to outrun a heartbreak, to hide my dying body in the shadows of my best friend’s life. But as I stood there in the dark, trembling and wet, I realized I hadn't found a sanctuary. I had walked straight into a predator’s den.
And the worst part? My wolf wasn't trying to run. She was waiting for him to come back and finish what he'd started.
