AMELIA

　　　 “Alpha, stop it. You’re still healing.”

　　　 Naughty Alpha was looking all cute as he started kissing me on the cheek first, licking my earlobe, then his hand moved to my abdomen, slipping it inside my shirt, tracing his fingers up, teasing my nipple from the bra. “I want you.”

　　　 “No, you don’t.” I looked at him. His eyes darkened, his breathing was hot, and I could feel ...