Chapter Forty-Two. Too Far.
Alpha Delicious Point of View.
The sight before me is jaw-droppingly beautiful. My Miss Hannah, touching herself, with water dripping down her perfect skin, over her womanly curves. I cannot resist the scent that is consuming every cell in my body. Before I know what I am doing, I am in that shower with her. I need to taste her, to see the look in her eye when she comes undone my name on her lips.
I drop to my knees before her, my hands grabbing hold of her thighs, spreading her legs, and inhaling the scent of her sweet nectar.
“Del” my name a plea on her pout.
I lock my eyes with her, waiting for her decision.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please what?” my voice gravely as my mouth waters with the expectation of tasting my mate.
“Take me,” my mate brea
