Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden)

Chapter 5

Brooklyn

I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from Aden.

He's all feral wolf, and instead of feeling like the strong she-wolf I am, I feel like a doe waiting to feel his teeth sink into my neck for the kill.

His wolf flares in his eyes as he stares at me, almost as if he could leap across the table at any moment and gobble me up.

Images flash through my mind of my skirt hiked up around my waist while Aden Kenwood buries his face between my thighs, literally gobbling me up...

I give myself a mental shake.

Nope. This is Hudson's father-mafia king, powerful shifter, and bad, bad news.

That's why Hudson has a bodyguard, that's why he has so much money.

I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Kenwood, realizing that this is also why Hudson is hiding his sexuality. Many of the powerful wolf packs and crimes families in Grayling City are notoriously

conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted in some packs-especially a son that is expected to provide an heir.

I can't imagine being Hudson...having to hide who I loved, pretending to love someone else.

Pulling myself back to the here and now, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights.

My body's response to him, thinking about his head buried between my legs...there's no way he doesn't smell how turned on I am.

I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain.

No matter how much of a traitor my wolf and my body are right now.

There is NO way I'm feeling my heat for this man. Not at all.

"So." I turn back to my papers, nervously swallowing.

You've done this a thousand times, Brooklyn! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep!

"Can you please state your name and place of birth?" I ask, trying to regain control of the assessment.

"I believe," Kenwood says slowly, "that you're already aware of my history."

He leans back, studying me.

I lift my eyes to glare at his boldness-he's so rude.

But, unfortunately, he's right.

Everyone in Grayling City knows this information. I quickly fill out the form.

I glance up at him, struck once again by the grim, lethal quality to his face.

Aden Kenwood is all jagged edges and rough shards...and some dark part of me wants to cut my teeth on them.

I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they're Aden's fingers...

I quickly dismiss the thought and try to focus on what I'm supposed to be doing.

My wolf, Lena, whines at me, and I shush her.

I'm so off-kilter that I actually have to look down and read the words I'd long ago memorized.

"The rest of the questions that I ask. you today will be of a personal and psychological nature," I say, giving the canned speech I'm required to say to all inmates. "The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?"

Aden is silent in response, and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He's smirking at me, unblinking.

"Little girl," he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?"

I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. "The state has hired me to administer these examinations-"

"Do you have a degree?" he cuts in. "Some kind of...certificate?"

The final word is heavy with derision.

I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state that qualifies me for this position.

"Here. If you're so curious." I reach across the table to hand it to him.

A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table, careful not to let the silver binding his wrists touch my skin. It doesn't quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as gasp, looking up at him. I'm terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then-

Oh my goddess-

Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist.

"Chamomile, lavender," he murmurs, closing his eyes, taking in my scent. "So fresh and clean... untainted by the scent of another wolf." Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, "You must be a Virgin."

My lip trembles. His eyes eat me up, savoring the quiver of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes.

I swear I feel his tongue flick over my pulse point, hear a low groan.

"So innocent, so pure..." His grip tightens, and even confined by silver that should keep it from happening,

his wolf flashes in his eyes. "Two of my favorite things to destroy."