Awakening the Alpha's Daughter

Chapter 103

Jaheim

I rest my head against the door, listening to Harmony practically running down the stairs. I should never have let her leave. I should’ve made her sit her ass in here while I went to get those damn rubbers.

Fuck!

Her sweet scent of arousal still lingers in here, and my dick is so damn hard it fucking hurts. I knew kissing her would be mind-blowing, just from how the sexual chemistry had escalated between us, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the way her mouth tasted, how her soft lips moulded to mine, and how damn good her body felt in my arms.

The thought of her practicing safe sex makes me feel good, too, no matter how damn annoying it might be. I know she’s clean because I can sense shit like that, but the fact she was undoubtedly turned the fuck on and still didn’t let me hit it bare says a lot about her self-worth.

And I fucking like that a lot.

But shit, smelling her arousal had me desperate for her to change her mind. I was at the brink of bringing out the other side of me. I wanted her so much, I would’ve begged for her the same way I make my submissives beg for my dick on their knees.

What the fuck is it about her?

I return to the kitchen when I hear the door downstairs open. I stand at the window and see her running towards her car like someone’s chasing her.

I should be.

I see her clear as day; it might be dark outside, but my eyesight is unaffected by how much light there is. She unlocks her car mid-run and then scrambles inside. I hear the lock of her doors and then…

The fuck?

Her hand disappears into the waistline of her jeans and… Jesus… she’s getting herself off. I hear her broken moans and close my eyes to soak that shit up.

“Oh, God!” I hear her gasp, forcing my eyes open again. A hand flies to her steering wheel and I know by the way she sounds that she’s cumming.

And so quickly, too.

I can’t breathe watching her body trembling, listening to her desperate gasps for breath between her whimpers while she rides out her climax. She must be cumming hard as hell.

Because of me.

I release a low growl.

I’ve observed countless erotic acts in my life, but this has gotta be the most mesmerising thing I have ever witnessed.

If she was mine, she’d be punished for what she’s just done; pleasuring herself for one, wouldn’t be allowed, and actually cumming without my permission would be a strict no-no that would earn her a severe punishment of my choosing. But strangely, I’m not even mad at her for doing either.

I’m awed.

She rests her forehead on the steering wheel, beside her hand, and I hear her panting as she calms down. I fist my own dick inside my sweats, squeezing the base to relieve the violent throbbing from wanting my own release.

I debate going down there, if only to devour her honied essence that I know is between her thighs and make her cum again by my hand this time, but she pulls her hand from her jeans and then raises her eyes, straight up to meet mine.

The air’s ripped from my lungs as her stunning burgundy orbs make me feel a way that no one has ever made me feel before. I can see the fear in them, along with the realisation that I’ve just watched what she’s done, but there’s also something more. Something that makes the ground feel like it’s just shifted beneath my feet.

Whatever the hell this thing is between us, it’s far from being just mutual attraction.

She lowers her eyes and after reaching down into the passenger footwell, she starts her car and drives off without looking back up at me.

Releasing a breath, I make my way to the shower. I run the water and get inside without even stripping out of my clothes, only pulling my sweatpants down enough to release my dick so I can stroke its thick length.

I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and the harsh throbbing matches the rapid racing of my heart beating in my chest. It ain’t gonna take me long either, and when I close my eyes to remember Harmony in her car—hands down her jeans and grabbing that steering wheel—I fire off.

I slam my spare hand against the tiles in a fist—hearing the crack beneath them—closing my eyes and releasing a groan that I hastily muffle in my throat as I cum hard enough to make me unsteady on my feet. The other side of me begins to appear, causing my canines to press against my bottom lip, and I only just manage to stop the whole shift.

Fuck…

If I’m having control issues now, how the fuck am I gonna manage when I’m actually touching her tomorrow? Am I even gonna be able to fuck her?

Maybe I should stay away from her…

Fuck that. I can’t. I need to touch her, taste her, own her, and make her fucking pay for what she’s doing to me.

And she’ll beg me to stop when I do.

***

As soon as I opened my eyes this morning, thoughts of Harmony made me hard. I had to think about being found out for what I am to soften long enough for me to get to the store and back. I tried getting some work done on my laptop, too, to take my mind off her, but I gave up about an hour ago, passing it over to one of my assistants, and it’s only just after ten.

I check my phone for the millionth time but still don’t see any message from her. Her inability to do as she’s told is not faring well for my plans to make her my submissive, so what exactly am I gonna do with her?

Fuck her. Over and over again until she can’t do anything but do as she’s told.

That’s if I can even go through with it. I dunno if I’m gonna be able to while I’m feeling like this. The girl has me spiralling out of control by merely the thought of getting my hands on her.

I should just stay away.

Fuck that.

I decide to message her.

Why you ain’t let me know when your classes finish yet, Princess?

It’s half an hour before she replies.

Harmony: Cuz I don’t know yet.

Me: Don’t lie. When am I gonna see you?

Harmony: Today.

Me: Why you acting like that for?

Harmony: I’m not, I’m just busy with classes. I’ll let you know asap.

She’s fucking with me, but she’ll pay for it later.

Janelle calls me about one of the clubs in London having some issues, so I spend the next couple hours tied up doing damage control. Every so often a client misbehaves and then tries to sabotage my shit when they get barred from using the services, but once they’re reminded of the contract they signed when they joined, they soon calm the fuck down.

Shit is a headache for me, though.

I check the time. It’s now almost one in the afternoon and Harmony is still playing games. She’s showing her age, but as much as I should just forget all about her, I can’t.

Me: It's almost 1, Harmony. You telling me you don't know when your classes finish?

Harmony: You almost 30 and don't carry no rubbers. Same shit.

She still tripping over that?

Me: You need to let that go. I got plenty now.

I send her a picture of the pack of twelve rubbers I bought earlier.

Me: And they’ll all be used. Today. On you.

Let’s see what her beautiful ass thinks about that.

It takes her fifteen minutes to reply this time.

Harmony: You got the right size?

Me: They’ll do.

Harmony: Don’t be making false promises.

Me: I never do.

Harmony: Then I hope you know how to use it.

Me: Your only concern should be for yourself.

Harmony: We’ll see.

Me: You will. Let me know when you’re ready.

I decide to go for a run. It’s times like these when I wish I could tire myself out, but that hasn’t happened for years. Whatever I am, changed me. I don’t think I’m even ageing. My appearance hasn’t changed since my twentieth birthday.

Now I’m almost thirty and I often think about what I’m gonna do about the way I look, cuz I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to use ‘I have good genes’ as an excuse for my youthful appearance.