Trapped Between Two Alphas novel Chapter 353

(Kol's POV)

I walked over and wrapped my arms around my wife, pulling her to my front and claiming what's mine. I apply kisses down the nape of her neck and inhale her intoxicating scent—strawberries and cream.

Fucking exquisite.

She softens under my hold.

"Baby girl," I breathe into her freshly washed skin. "You owe me a shower."

She sighs, and her mouth curves into a soft smile. Her hand comes up to caress the back of my head. I purr under her touch.

Her touch is addictive and always sends me nothing but pure bliss.

My eyes meet hers in the mirror. All my blood rushes south, and I push my hips into her and groan lowly after. "Maybe you should

just stay home tonight," I whisper into her ear. I recall having her all to myself the previous night. God, that was fun. The images of

us fucking on every surface in the house are permanently seared

into my brain.

My member throbs at the dangerously hot thoughts.

"I'd love to," she says with a sigh, "but my friends and I have been planning a girls' night out for a while now."

I sigh. I don't want to be that possessive husband who won't let their wife go out to see her friends. That's not me. She has

her own life and has every right to live it. But I'm not going to lie and say that I don't feel a slight pain in my chest when she leaves

me alone, even just for a second. But I remind myself of all the

reasons why I love her. God, I can list the reasons why I love her for as long I'll live. Most importantly, I trust her. This is something

hard to find in relationships, and I'm more than grateful to find a

person that I can trust with all my heart.

She shifts, and my eager dick brushes up against her rear under her towel.

I growl. She definitely did that on purpose.

She smirks, pleased at the effect she has on me.

I give her neck more playful kisses. I run my hand over her breasts, hidden underneath the towel, which I'm about to tear off in a matter of seconds. But I calm myself. I give one of her tits a squeeze. "Are you sure I can't convince you to take a rain check tonight?" Why am I secretly wishing she'll cancel her plans for

tonight and she'll throw herself at me? Why do I have to be this selfish?

She moans softly, the sound giving me one of the many reasons why I don't want to let her out of my sight. She places her hand on mine, gently squeezing it. "Yes, I'm sure." She pushes my hands off her body and snickers. "Now, go away."

Talk about being blue-balled.

That won't be tolerated. Quickly, I spin her around and cup her throat, gentle enough so that she feels a little bit of pressure, but

not to the point where I'm choking her—at least not yet.

The devil inside me grins. "You bad girl, taking Daddy's hands off of your gorgeous body and telling me to go away."

"What are you going to do about it?" she challenges me.

"You'll find out when you get home tonight." My mind races with many ways to discipline my girl later tonight. For now, I have to

focus on the present. I move my hand from her throat to her lips, brushing my thumb against them. They're so soft. I imagine them

wrapped around my dick. Holy shit. "Right now, Daddy wants some playtime with his girl before she goes," I whisper, mustering the

most seductive tone.

She shivers.

A wicked smile plays on my lips. To convince her more, I place

kisses along her jawline, reaching her ear. "Daddy will be quick, I promise."

She kisses me. It's a nonverbal cue of a 'yes, please' from my girl.

I gladly kiss her back not hesitating to slip my tongue past her lips.

I play with her tongue with mine, and she whimpers. I grip her throat, tighter this time. The kiss intensifies.

Fuck. I'm already lost in a frenzy. And I'm ready for my cock to get lost inside her.

I pull away so we can catch our breaths and to make sure she wants to go further. "Is that a 'yes', baby girl?"

She simply nods and looks up at me with her dark eyes, burning

with desire and need. "Yes, Daddy." She bites her lip.

Oh, fuck me.

I grin and plant a quick kiss to her greedy lips. I pull away slightly

so my thumb can meet her lips again. "Don't bite that lip. You

know what that does to me."

"Mmm, maybe I like what my lip-biting does to you." She kisses the

pad.

It's the little things, fuck. I can't wait when she comes back home for some more playtime.

I yank her towel off, letting it fall to the ground. I pick her up and

set her on the countertop. She's completely naked for me—just

how I like her. She kisses me hard. Her hand roams wildly through

my hair and tugs on the strands, making me moan in her mouth.

Her other hand rests on my chest where she can feel my heart

racing for her, racing for us. I kiss her, flooding her mouth with my

love, my appreciation, and my need for her. In no time, the room

heats up, along with my blood, from our desire—it feels like a

sauna in here.

"Please," she murmurs across my lips.