“Yes.” I moaned.
“Look at me when you’re talking.”
I gazed up at his golden eyes and furrowed my brows together. “Yes, Alpha.”
His fingers moved faster, and I squeezed my eyes shut. This had to be a dream. This had to be a fucking dream. Here I was... lying over my alpha’s knee, letting him touch my pussy like he owned it, while my core pulsed with pure pleasure.
The pressure built higher inside of me, so high that I could feel myself about to explode. But he slowed down his fingers and the pressure disappeared slightly. He glanced down at my parted lips, and started back up again, fingers moving faster than they had before. My brows furrowed, and his lip curled into a smirk.
I didn’t know how many times he stopped and started again. My pussy was aching for a release, and I wanted to cum for him.
“Please, Alpha. Please let me cum,” I said, digging my nails into one of his muscular thighs.
“Is that what you want? To cum?” he asked. I nodded my head, and he tilted his, smirk widening. “Only good girls get to cum.”
I stared up at him, brows creased. “I’ll be a good girl, I-I promise.”
His fingers sped up one last time, and I clenched. I was… I was going to…
He pulled his hand away from my pussy and tossed me onto the bed. “We’ll see about that.” He grasped my chin in his hand, his lips brushing against mine. “If you can prove to me that you can be good, I’ll reward you, my dear Isabella.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I vaguely nodded my head—feeling as if I was in a daze. I didn’t know how he did it. Itwaswrong. So wrong. Yet it felt so right.
I leaned against the headboard, wanting him to leave so I could finish what he had started, but he stayed in my bedroom with me, lingering for longer than he should have. Staring at my Moonflowers. Looking over at the journals and textbooks about fighting. Glancingmyway a few times.
He stood up and walked around the room. “So, this is what the self-proclaimed warrior’s bedroom looks like.” He cracked a smile at the manual. “I didn’t expect any less.”
“Watch what you’re doing,” I said, covering my body with the blanket. “I don’t need you messing anything up. I have the exact page open to where I need to study after you leave.”
“Still the same old Isabella.” He flipped through it, doing exactly what I told him not to do. “Always training to be the best.”
“Still the same old Roman. Always trying to annoy me.”
He walked around the bed and sat down next to me, resting his forearms on his knees and looking back at me. He didn’t say anything for a long time, and my pussy continued to pulse. I closed my eyes, just enjoying his scent.
Moonlight flooded into the room from my window, and a chilly summer breeze rolled in. I listened to him rub his palms together and sunk further into my bed, staring at the muscles in his back ripple against his shirt. He looked back at me with eyes so soft that I felt those tingles again.
“You remember when we used to stay out all night long?” he asked, smiling softly to himself.
I played with my fingers. “When your mom used to invite me over so we could play-fight until midnight, then she’d make you walk me home?”
His smile faltered for a fraction of a second, then his eyes lit up with excitement. “Remember that one time you bit me?”
“I did not bite you.”
He inched closer to me, resting his thigh on the bed and letting his knee brush against mine. “Yes, you did, Isabella.” He shook his head and brushed his finger against one of his abs. “I still have the scar to prove it.”
“No, you don’t.”
“You want proof?”
“You just want to take your shirt off for me, so I can see just how ripped my alpha really is. If you’re so inclined to show me this scar, then…” My heart raced. “I guess so.”
He raised a sharp brow, pulled up his shirt, revealing his toned abdomen, and brushed a finger against one of his abs—as if he had done it so many times before. “If you’re so inclinednot to believe me, what’s this then?”
The small scar glistened under the moonlight, and I rolled my eyes. “That’s just…”
He cracked a smirk and inched closer to me. “A what?”
