My two alpha mates🔞🔞🔞

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Eva's heart raced as she entered Alex's office. She knew she couldn't refuse his call—he was the CEO, after all. The sound of the door locking behind her sent a shiver down her spine. These private meetings always ended the same, and she hated it. She hadn't asked for anything, but Alex had decided long ago that she was his, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape him.

He approached her slowly, a smirk on his lips, eyes dark with intent. "You've been avoiding me," Alex said smoothly, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice.

Eva took a step back, trying to put distance between them. "I'm not avoiding you. I've just been busy."

"Busy?" he mocked, reaching for her arm and pulling her close. He pressed her against the wall, his body trapping hers. "You think you can ignore me after everything?" His fingers gripped her waist, possessive, as his mouth hovered near her ear.

"Alex, please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Don't."

But he didn't stop. His lips brushed against her neck, hot and possessive, trailing heat with every kiss. "I've waited long enough," he murmured darkly. "You're mine, Eva. I'm done pretending otherwise."

He kissed her neck, his touch igniting unwanted sparks of desire. She pushed weakly against him, but he only held her tighter.

"Stop, Alex!" Eva's voice shook, but she didn't budge.

"You want this," he breathed against her skin, his lips moving to hers. He kissed her fiercely, his passion overwhelming, claiming her.

Suddenly, a knock interrupted the moment. Alex pulled back, leaving Eva gasping for air. He smiled, satisfied with her breathlessness, as he returned to his desk.

"Come in," Alex called, and a staff member entered. Eva quickly straightened herself and slipped out of the room, avoiding the boy's gaze as she fled.

Back at her desk, Eva's hands trembled as she typed. The office had gone quiet, everyone out for lunch, but she couldn't shake the feeling of Alex's touch, his words haunting her. She needed to act normal, to focus, but how could she when every moment felt like a trap?

A presence behind her made her freeze. Ian. She recognized his scent—wild, dangerous—before she even saw him. His hand slid up her thigh under the desk, sending shockwaves through her.

"Ian—" she began, her voice barely a whisper.

"Shh." Ian leaned down, his breath warm against her ear, his hand moving higher. "You're working too hard. You'll make yourself sick."

Eva's heart raced. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. His fingers brushed higher, sending heat rushing through her body.

"Please, Ian," she whispered, trying to stay calm.

Ian's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Stay still, darling, or I'll get rough."

Fear mixed with something else—something she hated to admit. His touch awakened a pull she couldn't deny, even as she fought it. Her hands gripped the desk, trying to ground herself.

Ian's lips grazed the back of her neck. "You're ours, Eva. Don't even think about running."

Before he could go further, the door swung open. Ian quickly pulled his hand away, standing up as if nothing had happened.

"It's done like this," he said, pretending to explain something as staff returned from their break. Eva sat there, trembling, overwhelmed by the thought that someone might have seen. But Ian strolled out, unaffected, while the others went back to work as if nothing was amiss.