The Alpha’s Fated Choice (Alpha's Fated Encounter Trilogy #1)

There’s nothing gentle or sweet about this kiss. I have her pressed against the door frame, feeling every curve and dip of her body as it presses against mine.

Why is she so perfect?

I groan into her mouth when her hands settle on my chest.

I can hear someone on the steps, calling out her name.

A male.

A surge of possessiveness overtakes me. I pull her inside the apartment and slam the door shut.

“Sophia!” Someone is on the landing, but Sophia can’t answer. My mate is wedged between me and the door, her arms above her head, tangled up in the blouse that I’ve just lifted. She’s wearing a plain, white bra underneath, her dusty pink nipples hard points, straining against the material.

I’ve never desired a woman like I do her.

The man is pounding on the door now. “Sophia? Sophia, are you alright?”

Sophia’s eyes are cloudy with lust and need as I slice her bra in half from the front, revealing her perfect chest. Her breasts are not too large and not too small. They fit my palms perfectly, soft and delicate. And I know I’m the first male ever to see them.

It’s instinctual knowledge.

She’s never been touched.

She’s mine, and she’s untouched.

It drives my wolf half mad to know that my mate will only ever know my touch. The dark satisfaction that fills me at that thought has me taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking it with vigor.

“Sophia?!” The banging on the door increases.

I sink my teeth into her nipple, and she lets out a hiss. I can hear the pleasure in it. I feel her fingers dive into my hair as she pulls me back up to kiss me.

I like this aggressiveness.

As I lick the inside of her mouth, she lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist, pressing down against my hard cock. She’s rubbing herself against the hardness like a wanton creature. For someone with no experience, she sure knows how to press my buttons. My hand reaches between us, and I begin undoing the button of her jeans.

“Sophia!”

The man outside is persistent as fuck. I glare at the door.

If he doesn’t leave right now, I’m going to wring his fucking neck.

As if annoyed by my distraction, Sophia runs her hand down my shirt, right into my pants.

“Dad?”

My hand curls around her wrist, stopping her, as a child’s voice sounds from the other side of the door.

“Dad, what’re you doing?”

After a moment, the man outside replies, a defeated edge to his tone. “Nothing. Come on.”

I hear footsteps leaving, and my eyes dart to Sophia’s.

Her lips are parted, her breathing hard. But it’s her eyes that have me pausing. They are glazed over, and when she looks at me, just for a moment, I feel like she’s seeing right through me.

My wolf stills, and uneasiness spreads within me.

It suddenly hits me that she hasn’t said a word since I dragged her in here.