“I expect you to throw me around even more tomorrow.” We walked over to our bags, and Cayden grabbed a shirt. “You’re the most skilled trainee here.”
“Well,Caydee,” I said, gazing over my shoulder at him. Roman stood a few feet away, staring at me with those golden eyes. “I’ll be ready for you to goextrahard on me tomorrow then.” I tossed my gym bag over my shoulder and winked, walking right out of the training area toward Derek’s car and right away from an angry alpha that I knew I would see later tonight.
Chapter 7
Isabella
I brushed my fingers against the Moonflowers on my windowsill, smiling and inhaling their natural fresh scent. Mom and Dad were home early, talking about the hospital downstairs. The world outside was quiet, the forest darker and eerier that it had been. But I knew that he was out there, watching me.
This one was for you, Alpha.
After inhaling once more, letting his minty scent calm my wolf, I crawled onto the bed and rested my back against the headboard. The perfect view for him.
Disobedience. Disobedience. Disobedience.
I slipped my fingers into my underwear and massaged my clit in small, fast circles. My nipples pressed against my white tank top. I moaned softly and arched my back.
He must be so angry, so annoyed, so hard because of me, because of the way I continued to defy him, because of my budding interest in his beta.
From all the way in my bedroom, I could feel his intense stare on me, could see the moon reflecting off of his eyes in the woods. Two dark, frightening eyes that turned me on even more.
I threw my head back, knowing that if I was going to get punished—and punished hard—by him then I might as well do something worth being punished for. So, I rolled my nipple between my fingers and moaned. “Cayden.”
One moment passed. Then two. Then the door to my room swung open, and Roman stood in the doorway. His eyes were dark, hooded, and a suffocating gold. He didn’t say a word, just stood there with a clenched jaw.
My eyes widened. “Roman,” I said quietly. Oh, Moon Goddess, he was furious. I expected him to be angry, punish me for moaning his beta’s name and not his, but I didn’t expect him to actually show up in my room with my parents downstairs.
I wanted him to simmer, wanted him to feelsome type of waylike he made me feel.
Jealous.
He stepped into my room and shut the door gently behind him, but I knew he would be anything but gentle with me.
“Get up now.”
I swallowed hard and pressed my knees together.
You did a bad thing, Isabella. A bad, bad thing. Now you’re going to pay for it.
My wolf jumped up and down inside of me, running around, tail wagging, tongue out like a fucking dog—like she was ready to take this punishment from our alpha.
When I didn’t move, Roman snatched my arm and pulled me up. “I said now,” he said. I stumbled to my feet and straightened my back, keeping my gaze on him. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t stop this.”
“What did I do?” my inner brat asked. I gazed up at him through my lashes. A part of me knew if I kept up this brat shit, he would flip out on me, but I couldn’t stop myself. He was too easy to get riled up. And my wolf and I loved Riled-Up Roman.
He growled and pushed me onto my knees. “You know what you did.” His hand snaked around the front of my neck, and he forced me to look up at him. After unbuttoning his jeans, he pulled out his huge cock and pressed it against my lips. “Open your mouth.”
I pressed my lips together and shook my head. He tightened his grip around my neck at my blatant disrespect, and I clenched. This was going to feel too good; my pussy was already pulsing.
“Now, Isabella,” he said in his alpha tone. It took everything I had to keep my lips sealed.
Wetness pooled between my legs. I was seconds away from him thrusting his cock into my mouth, from him taking me rather than making measly demands. I was about to get it, and I was about to get it hard.
He pushed his cock harder against my lips, coating them in his pre-cum. I moved my lips away from him each time. When he finally got fed up, he growled. “Is that really how you want to play this fucking game?”
I smiled and bat my lashes, gazing at the Moonflowers reflecting off of his golden eyes. His hair was a tousled, brown mess. And his pure control was not making this any easier.
Before I could do anything, he pinched my nose closed so I couldn’t breathe. I pressed my lips together, the urge to open them hitting me every few seconds. My cheeks flushed as I tried to hold myself together. He shook his head, his cock pressing against my lips. “Isabella,” he said. “Now.”
