An Alpha's Effect

You always seem to look for him, cling to his sculptured arms, fingers raking through his hair, mouths ravishing each other like it was the last meal.

With an unexpected tingle on your lips you seem to rewind and think about your steamy moments, the way he made you feel, the exact way his touch made you answer.

I didn't know mixing my self with that kind of guy would bring my life to a jazz. He's like a drug, dangerous but addictive. I didn't know what it was I felt at first whenever I was with him, but now I know and I'm very sure of it.

It's an Alpha's effect.