It hadn’t taken more than a few minutes on the ride into the city to figure out that the only logical explanation for my father knowing about my condition was that I’d been set up. Whether he’d arranged to have me seduced to get his hands on my trust fund or whether that prick Hudson had done it on his own and tried to blackmail my father and he’d simply decided to run with it didn’t really matter. Now that I knew thatheknew I’d been pregnant before he caught me napping with Sylas, I was more convinced than before that I had to get Sylas to fuck me. If I failed, I risked ending up back at my father’s mercy before I’d fully escaped him.
And that was the problem. Sylas had been clear that he had no interest in having that kind of contact with me. It was just my luck to need to seduce the one Alpha whowasn’twilling to stick his dick in any random hole that wouldn’t cut it off.
Fuck my life.
I ran through my options over and over. I could try to have a clear, direct conversation about the pros of us having sex. The problem was that I couldn’t think of any that would benefit him making that sacrifice when he clearly wasn’t interested. I could try and seduce him -after all, I’d watched a fuckton of porn even if I was the next worse thing to a virgin. Or I could beg.
I groaned and started yet another lap around the living room. Dropping onto the sofa, I pulled my phone out and googledhow to seduce an Alpha.The lists that popped up had me rolling my eyes. I was scrolling thru as fast as I could read when the most viable option caught my attention.
Many Alpha males are most easily aroused by visual stimulus such as unexpectedly finding their naked partner in primal breeding position.
Hm. Reading through it again, I shrugged. That sounded doable except for one problem: what the hell was primal breeding position? Another internet search had me rolling my eyes again. Of course, it would be doggy style. What was I thinking?
I snorted and headed into the bedroom to strip off my clothes and wait. When I heard the front door to the suite close, I took a deep breath and dropped into position with my butt pointed at the door, spreading my legs a little farther in the hopes humiliating myself would be worth it if Sylas gave in.
“Paul?” There was a worried note in his voice as Sylas moved through the suite.
I cleared my throat. “I’m, ah, in the bedroom.”
“Are you..” Sylas trailed off on a small cough. “Oh.” Moving over to the bed, he stroked one of his big hands down my back and along my flank, his touch sending an unfamiliar tingle through my body. “You’re beautiful, but you don’t need to do this, Tiger.”
The anticipation that had been racing through me was quickly replaced with embarrassment and I rose to my knees and wrapped the sheet I’d been kneeling on around me. I mumbled an apology and started to scoot off the bed, but Sylas caught me and scooped me onto his lap, sheet and all. “Shh. I wasn’t saying no,” he murmured. “After what happened with your father, I’m afraid that Drey was right and we are going to have to consummate the marriage.” He brushed a soft kiss along my cheek. “But not like that, not in some one-off quickie. I want it to be something that has good memories for you.”
My heart sped up -it had a weird habit of doing that around him, anyway- and I let him pull me closer.
“While I was in the gift shop, I found a bottle of bubble bath,” he continued in a soft voice. “So, we’re going to take a nice, long bath together. Then we’ll see what happens, okay?”
I sighed and snuggled closer. “Thank you.”
Sylas’s chest vibrated under my ear as he chuckled. “I am absolutely positive that that is my line,” he teased. “Have you seen yourself? You’re stunning.” Soft lips nibbled their way down my shoulder, nudging the sheet out of the way. “And you taste good, too.”
The more he kissed and stroked me, the more my body warmed up until I finally shoved the sheet off only to find his clothes were still a barrier between us. I tugged on his shirt and Sylas raised his arms so I could pull it off.
Rising with me still in his arms, Sylas gently set me on the bed. “Wait here while I get the tub filling.”
I frowned. “You still have pants on.”
Sylas laughed. “I promise to take them off before we get in the tub.”
True to his promise, when Sylas came back from the bathroom, he was nude except for a towel wrapped around his hips that was doing an unfairly good job of hiding his assets.
“No fair,” I grumbled as he caught my hand and pulled me to my feet. “I showed you mine.”
Sylas laughed and brought my hand to his lips for a kiss. “That you did,” he agreed with a wink. “You’ll get your turn.”
Then, after helping me into the tub, the sneaky Alpha used the split second that my eyes were closed to drop his towel and slide into the hot, frothy water behind me. My objection was promptly forgotten when his long, hard length nudged into my crease, the slide over my clenched pucker making me gasp.
“Something wrong?” Sylas’s voice was low as he teased me, stroking his hands over my chest and down to rest on my flat belly.
I groaned and pressed back against him, wiggling my hips until another shower of sensation sparked through my body. “God, that feels good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I confirmed, more than a little surprised when arousal began to throb low in my gut. I’d thought that the earth-shattering disappointment that had landed me pregnant had killed my sex drive. Apparently not.
“Maybe we should see what else feels good?” Sylas suggested, his teeth toying lightly with my earlobe as his hands continued to stroke over my skin, sending sparks of pleasure scattering as he touched me.
I relaxed back against his chest and groaned again when the movement pressed his hard cock against my hole. Sylas moaned low in his chest, his length throbbing against me. “You little tease.”
