He rubs lightly, and I whimper, trying to push myself down on him.
“No,” he tells me sternly. “Don’t let them win, brat.” He rubs harder and I pant as I look at the bed. Closing my eyes, I focus on the feel of him.
“Okay,” I whisper, and he pauses.
“Good girl,” he purrs. I’m about to snap at him for stopping when he lifts me and deposits me gently onto the bed.
I sink into the softness and my breathing speeds up, panic freezing me. I stare at Luc pleadingly as he follows me down, lying next to me and tugging me to face him.
“Oh, baby,” he sighs when he sees my face. “Come here.”
He lifts me until I’m lying on top of him, my knees resting on either side of his stomach. Closing my eyes, I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his scent in as deeply as possible and trying to push the terror away. Luc slides his hands under my shirt, stroking his hands up and down my back as my skin tingles under his touch.
“Sorry,” I bite my lip. “I ruined the moment.”
Luc’s hand pauses on my back. He places a finger under my chin and tugs it up to face him, gripping it firmly when I try to move away.
“You didn’t ruin anything, brat,” he says firmly. “You faced your fears, and you’re on the bed. I’d say you’re doing pretty damned well, all things considered.”
I wriggle, and he groans as I brush against his dick. “I’m not quite on the bed.”
Luc’s lips curve up. “We’re going to be rolling around every inch of this bed tonight, if you don’t behave yourself.”
His words make me shiver, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting him know that. I sniff. “You sound awfully sure of yourself, alpha.”
His hand slides around to my breast, kneading the flesh until I groan. “Tell me I’m wrong, brat,” he goads. His fingers twist my nipple and I cry out.
“You’re wrong,” I gasp as I push my breast towards him, wordlessly begging for more. His chuckle is fucking filthy.
He pulls his hand out from under my shirt and a whine slips out. He raises an eyebrow at me as I clamp my mouth shut in mortification.
Stupid omega hormones.
Although I’m not sure I can blame them entirely. My reaction to these alphas is on another level.
He runs his hands up his –my– shirt. “Take this off,” he rumbles, his green eyes piercing mine.
My hand clenches in it.Mine.
“Brat,” he warns me. “Take the shirt off and show me those pretty nipples I’ve been dreaming about. I’ll bring you more shirts if you do as you’re told.”
I’m tempted to continue our banter and hiss at him, but I’m not stupid enough to turn down the idea of more shirts.
Shuffling back, I try not to feel self-conscious about my breasts and stomach as I lift up the shirt. When I tug it off, letting my breasts fall out, Luc’s eyes darken. I try to pull my hands up, instinctively covering myself, and he grips my wrists gently.
“You don’t ever have to hide yourself from me,” he rasps. “You’re fucking beautiful, Ava.”
Leaning forward, I gasp as he sucks a cherry-coloured nub into his mouth and draws hard. The sting goes directly to my pussy, and I push myself against his length. “Luc.”
He growls around my nipple, letting it slide from his mouth with a wet pop and moving across to the other. My thighs clamp around his hips, and he pushes up into me, making my legs shake.
My thoughts are splintered and fuzzy, and I stare at him hazily as my hands settle on either side of his head. He continues thrusting into me gently, pushing himself into my shorts until my dampness spreads, soaking us both.
He slides a single finger through the dampness, and I shake for him. “Off,” he demands roughly. “Take these off for me, baby.”
I lift myself, and he tugs my shorts and panties down my legs, pulling them off and throwing them. I swallow hard as his eyes fall to my pussy. When I try to close my legs, his hands clamp down on my thighs and he shakes his head.
“What did I say?” he growls. Steeling myself, I slide my hands down and spread myself open for him. His gaze feels like a fucking brand.
