Chapter 34
LAYLA
He made the decision, and I couldn’t even refuse when Ayla looked at me with her teary eyes.
Ayla lies in front of me while Alpha Alexander is behind me. This is the arrangement Ayla insisted on because apparently Serafina’s son, Shawn told her that their family sleeps like this.
I abhor this setting where I am sandwiched between my daughter and her Daddy. I can do pretty well with just being by my baby’s side but I can’t bear the heat of Alpha Alexander’s body which warms my back and my stomach.
He is at a little distance, but it’s not enough for the sparks to leave me alone. I sigh, focusing on patting Ayla’s little stomach so she can sleep. The room is drowning in darkness, and my baby is almost asleep.
I swallow as Alpha Alexander’s breaths trickle down my nape. Sneakily, I slide a little closer to Ayla to put some distance between me and him.
Silence reigns, and he doesn’t notice. I release a breath and close my eyes while my hand comes to a steady stop on Ayla’s stomach.
I will stay just until Ayla is in a deep sleep and starts snoring like she usually does. Then, I will leave to return in the morning before she wakes up.
There is no way I am sleeping with this vile man breathing down my neck like an enraged dragon, and I am too drained today, physically and mentally, to endure this.
Maybe, I will come check up on my baby occasionally during the night too, so I can make sure her fever is down and she is not sick. I can handle all that stress and pull an all-night for her. It’s no big problem.
My thoughts all come to an abrupt halt when a strong arm coils around my mid tightly and tugs me back until my body meets the muscled front. I yelp instinctively and claw at his arm to let me go.
“Mom… Mommy. “Ayla cries out, scared that I have left her or something has happened to me.
“Baby. Mommy is here.” I release Alpha Alexander’s arm and reach out to her belly to pat it again.
Ayla grips my fingers and closes her eyes. My hand, patting her, trembles slightly.
His nose presses into my hair, inhaling my scent. Shivers run down my body as I silently struggle against his vice-like grip.
We stay like this for some time. My heart pounds in my chest. His nose nuzzles into my nape as his lips hover above my skin. My thighs press together. Wetness slides between them involuntarily.
Slowly, Alpha Alexander pushes his hand inside my silk shirt and lays his hot palm flat against my stomach. My head falls back as his heat makes my body shiver. His thumb strokes and drags imaginary lines across my skin, coaxing a few ragged breaths from me. Ayla’s soft snores sound in the room. Cautiously, I take my hand off her stomach and grab her Daddy’s wrist.
“What… What are you doing?” I choke, keeping my voice down to not wake her up.
“Shhh. Be quiet. You will wake up our daughter.” His stubble tickles my ear as he whispers into it.
“Leave me,” I utter weakly.
My nipples tighten and scrap against my silk shirt. Now, I regret not wearing a bra and panties to bed. Oh, Goddess Selene.
Alpha Alexander’s hand travels down instead of leaving my skin. I bite my lower lip to keep any loud noises from escaping my mouth.
“Spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are for me.” He presses his lips to my ear, making me shudder.
His hand rests on the waistband of my silk pants. I shake my head silently. I won’t spread my legs for an a-hole like him.
His husky voice chuckles in my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on my body and my back to arch into his front. His laughter is like erotic music that brings all my dirty fantasies to light.
“I have my ways, Layla. Tonight, you will beg me.” He whispers in a husky and deep voice.
His hand stops going low and starts climbing high, right under my shirt. My chest heaves rapidly, making my hardened nubs rub against the silk material again and again until I am out of breath.
His palm spreads on my stomach again, but a little higher this time. So high that his thumb brushes the underside of my firm right breast. I hold my breath as I relish in the languid strokes of his thumb so close to my aching n e. Damn. Why am I letting him do this to me?
I release a breath as his thumb climbs higher, landing just below my nipple.
“Alpha Alexander.” I blurt, clearly loud enough to make Ayla’s snoring pause for a moment.
Alpha Alexander’s arm slips under my neck, pulling me back into his body. He clamps his hand around my trembling lips.
My heart jumps in my throat when I realize what Ayla will be seeing if she wakes up: Her Daddy’s hands on her Mommy’s mouth and inside her shirt, stroking her skin and making her flush red. That’s not right.
He pauses and waits until we hear Ayla’s snoring again.
Instead of going back to beating on a normal rhythm, my heartbeat reaches new highs when his thumb starts stroking again. Back and forth. Up and up. Round and round. But never touching my erect n e.
I squirm in his arms as my core throbs with need, and stickiness clings to my thighs. The ache between my legs is so strong that my insides are screaming for release.
But he is not the man I should seek pleasure from, I remind myself. He shouldn’t be touching me.
His thumb feathers the edge of my nipple, and a moan erupts from my muffled mouth unconsciously. My face heats up as I go absolutely still and listen to Ayla’s snores.
Alpha Alexander’s chest vibrates against my back as he laughs voicelessly. Anger burns in my eyes, and I open my mouth before sinking my teeth into his hand.
His teeth bite into my earlobe harshly in reply. I stiffen, retracting my teeth from his palm. He releases my earlobe and licks it with the tip of his tongue. My core throbs and clenches once more.
“Don’t be a bad girl. Behave, and I will make you feel good. I promise, Mio Tesoro.” His hot breaths hit my ear, making me twist in his hold.