Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20
Aden

Hudson meets my eyes then, seeing the truth in my words. Finally.

I’m glad to see that he seems to rise to the challenge. Perhaps this is what it will take to make Hudson the man and wolf he needs to be: the right woman.

“You should probably go talk to her,” I tell him, dismissing him and nodding toward the upper floor where Brooklyn is.

Hudson sets his jaw and leaves. Before the door closes behind him, I see him paused at the foot of the staircase as if he’s deciding whether or not to follow my advice.

I sink down into the big leather chair behind my desk again, staring at the closed door, and suddenly feel…dammit.

For a just a moment, I imagine what it would be like to climb those stairs myself, to open Brooklyn’s door while she’s getting ready for bed. Taking off her earrings, then turning to stare at me with those wide blue eyes.

What it would be like to take two steps forward and grab her, pull her to me, make her gasp as I fist a hand in the hair at the base of her scalp and pulled her head back, exposing that long white neck.

To feel the moan echoing inside her chest, her breasts pressed against my chest, her hard nipples as I grind my hips against hers, my hard cock pressed between us.

My canines would drop, and once I had her naked, plunging myself into her, I’d bite her, mark her, make her mine completely.

I could show her, then, what it was to be a good wife, a good mate. To become subservient, to learn how to anticipate my needs, to see how good it could be for both woman and wolf to submit.

I could make a girl like Brooklyn willingly give up her independence, serve me happily, if it meant that every night she could peel off my clothes, pull my hot skin against her, take my throbbing length inside of her—

I want her on her hands and knees for me, crawling to me.

Fuck!

I snap my head to the side, cracking my neck and pressing my eyes closed.

I have to stop thinking about her. She’s going to be my son’s wife. And she’s too young for someone like me, too naïve to the ways of this world—my world.

Dammit, thinking about her has made me rock hard. Again.

This time, jerking off isn’t going to be enough.

I reach for my phone, picking it up and quickly dialing.

The person on the other end answers in one ring.

“Hey baby,” she purrs. “I’ve been missing you.”

“Jayde,” I say, working to keep my voice even. “Here. Half an hour.”

She giggles on the other end. “Ohhhh, he’s in a rush. I’ll be there pronto, baby.” Another little giggle and she hangs up.

I stare at the phone in my hand knowing, in the pit of my stomach, that Jayde is at best a temporary fix.

I have a deeper hunger growing inside.

One my wolf isn’t going to let me ignore.

***

Brooklyn

I’m laying back on my bed, all cried out, when I hear a knock at my door. I raise my head and groan inwardly. What could possibly be next?