The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~ALARIC~

A cold shower. That's all I needed tonight to get my mind away from Clara and her soft body. I was hard ever since I got home. So hard that I could barely walk because of that woman; she was constantly on my freaking mind. I wanted her. I wanted to spread her legs wide and fuck her hard.

She had no idea what went on in my sick mind. I've never wanted a woman like I wanted and needed her right this second. It was a good thing that I asked her to stay away from my home today. If she were here, I probably would have fucked her in every empty room I could find.

I squeeze my fingers around my dick, trying to ease the pain. I couldn't find the release I needed. It wasn't working. I needed her to fucking get to that climax.

Ah, fuck. I was so screwed over her that it was pathetic at this point.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the day that I finally take what I've been dying for since I realized my feelings for Clara. There would be no stopping me. I would have her all over my office the second that she walks in.

"Ah—," I groan as the bloody thing gets even harder at the thought of sinking into her.

She has no clue what I can do to her sweet body.

The bathroom door slides open, and I'm shocked to see Nicole naked and standing in front of me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demand.

"I thought I heard something like you were in pain—" She stops talking when her eyes land on my giant erection. The damn thing looked like it was standing to attention.

She could mistaken that this was for her. I didn't want her to get the wrong impression from me.

"Oh—," she whispers as she licks her lips. "It looks like you need some help. I can help you take care of that if you'd like."

"Nicole," I manage to grit out. "I do not need your help. Please exit my shower. You shouldn't have come in here in the first place."

She rolls her eyes, "Don't play hard to get Alaric. You completely ravished me during the full moon. I know that you still want me. Why can't you just give in and give me what I want? I'm already pregnant; what's the worst that can happen?"

The worst that can happen? This was already bad in my books. Imagine if Clara were to walk in here and see this.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. Thankfully, she wasn't here tonight.

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"You seem to forget that I wasn't aware of anything that I did during the full moon, Nicole. I can't remember a single thing from that night. I wasn't even aware that I had gotten you pregnant." I tell her. "I do not want this with you. So please, leave."

She steps toward me, and I move out of her way. I don't waste a second as I grab my towel from the hanger and wrap it around my waist.

Fuck this.

I would shower somewhere else.

"Alaric!" she calls out to me.

I ignore her as I rush out of my room. I had to get out of here, not because I wanted her but because I didn't want to say anything to upset her, even though she'd crossed a damn line.

I could feel my dick getting softer. It turns out that I only needed Nicole to offer herself to me.

But I knew the second Clara entered my thoughts; the damn thing would spring back to attention.

"Thrown out of your own room?" my sister asks as she sees me walking back to the guest room.

"Not now," I warn her.

"Why not now?" she demands. "I'm concerned about you, brother. I know that you like Clara. It's not something that you were ever good at hiding. It confuses me that Nicole is suddenly back here."

I sighed. I truly wanted to tell her the truth, but I couldn't do it until I spilled the truth to Clara first. She should be the first to know this. I had to see her reaction, and then I would decide how to move forward.

"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't mention my feelings for Clara in this house," I tell her softly. "As you know, Carter isn't aware of how much I like her. He has an idea, but ever since then, he hasn't spoken to me much. I don't want to make things worse between us, especially not right now when I have to deal with Nicole."

She touches my arm lightly, "I wish you would just talk to me, brother. I'm here to help. I'm not a stranger."

I nod, "just give me a little more time, please."

I was asking for extra time from everyone I cared about. But that time was running out on me. . .