Chapter 0546
Her skin shimmers when the light hits it, drawing my attention to her enticing cleavage. She's wearing a large choker necklace—one that looks like a sexy collar—with a bold A etched into its surface. I know it doesn't stand for Adriana… but Atticus. She's adorned with matching oversized earrings, sharp and striking.
That's my girl.
Her lips are painted a deep pink, her eyes sultry as ever, shimmering with a quiet spark. Her hair is curled now, the platinum strands threaded through with soft hints of rose—like dawn bleeding into twilight.
My beautiful, sexy Angel…
She's halfway down the steps, one step closer, reaching out to me. Her smile widens, and I catch her looking me over too—appraising, hungry.
Right now, I wouldn't mind skipping the event entirely and taking her somewhere private—just her and me.
"Wow, she's pretty," I hear Sebastian's younger son say, followed by a few chuckles. He isn't wrong. And no one is competition for her.
"She really is." I agree.
The moment her hand slips into mine, I press a soft kiss to her knuckles, swallowing hard as I fight to regain my composure.
"Beauty cannot define you," I begin, exhaling slowly, "for *you* are the symbol that defines beauty. You look…" I trail off, searching for words—my voice thick with emotion—and hear a few quiet chuckles ripple through the crowd.
"Looks like for once you're out of words," she whispers, her eyes locked on my lips.
"In the presence of a goddess… can you blame me?" I ask, lifting a finger to gently trace under her chin. With every ounce of control I have, I lean in and press a kiss to her mouth—so tender it borders on reverence.
I release her hand, sliding my arm around her waist as I deepen the kiss. She melts into me, hands pressing against my chest, kissing me back with equal fire.
*I missed you,* she murmurs through the mind-link.
*As did I…* I reply, forcing myself to pull back before I'm hard in public. I twirl a loose curl around my finger. "You changed your hair?"
"Just a little," she says. "I shift between platinum, violets, and pale pinks anyway."
"It suits you," I say, studying her face—her eyes, the curve of her jaw. Goddess… I've never seen a woman more breathtaking.
"You're staring—intensely," she whispers, blushing faintly.
I smirk, leaning in close. "I'll try not to…" My gaze drops to the choker at her throat. "I like the necklace."
*You belong to me, after all.*
My eyes flash. It takes every shred of discipline I possess not to wrap my hand around her throat and confirm what she already knows.
*I have another little gift for you… but you'll have to wait a little,* she winks before we turn back toward our guests.
"I can't wait," I say through the mind-link. "Come on—let me introduce you."
An alpha couple approaches, complimenting Adriana on her appearance before congratulating us.
"Thank you," I reply, nodding as we move on.
Fifteen minutes pass. Then she holds out a small square card.
"Don't let anyone see that," she says, turning back to Linette and Valerie.
I flip it over—and my breath hitches.
It's a Polaroid. The image is unmistakable: Adriana, barefoot on our bed, nothing but a white thong and stilettos, her body bent forward on all fours. Her ass is flawless—plump, smooth, swallowing the fabric of her panties like it was made for her.
I glance at her sharply. She's smirking—but not looking my way, still chatting with the girls as if nothing happened.
Well fuck…
I stare down at the photo again before slipping it into the inner breast pocket of my jacket. No risk. Not now.
Damien approaches, engaging Adriana in conversation while I sit there—trying to focus on the men speaking to me… and failing spectacularly. All I can see is her naked ass, her smooth thighs, how she looked when she was completely undone.
"Alpha Atticus," one asks, frowning slightly. "You alright? You seem distracted."
I let out a low laugh. "Maybe I am. Can't help it—I'm admiring my Luna." Or getting the image of her naked off my mind.
Adriana turns to us, flashing a playful smile. "Sorry I'm distracting him," she says, placing a hand on my thigh—slow, deliberate, tantalizing.
Ah. So she's playing like that now?
I place my own hand over hers, then slide it beneath the hem of her dress, fingers grazing the soft skin between her thighs. She tries to clamp her legs shut—but I press closer.
"I'm sure they don't mind," I murmur. "Tease."
She only smirks… but her cheeks flush pink as my fingers inch toward her core.
Thankfully—*thankfully*—Patrick signals me. It's time.
"It's time, Alpha. Luna."
We stand together, ready.
"We'll continue this later," I whisper through the mind-link, turning to her with fire in my eyes.
I'm going to make her mine—properly.
Now.
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