“No.” Her indignant tone is followed by a barely audible pant.
I take my cock in my hand and stroke it slowly to take the edge off. It’s not helping. I’m ready to nut just from breathing her aroused scent. But now I’ve started, I can’t fucking stop.
She fidgets.
Hopefully, this is distracting her more than me. The data tablet could be upside down, and I wouldn’t notice.
Her tiny whimper finds a direct line to my balls. Maybe I should just go ahead and come… let her clean me up?
No, I want her lips on me again, that skilled tongue weaving its magic, you know, just in case it was a fluke last time: verification purposes and all that. “Go ahead.”
“No, thank you.”
I chuckle. “Fine by me, baby. I thought your pussy might need a break after I stretched it out around my knot. But?—”
She growls. It’s cute. My hand is pushed away, and she swallows me to the knot with a sigh of contentment.
I nearly drop the damn tablet.
Fuck. Her mouth, her lips, that tongue lavishing the underside of the head with every bob, her soft hand cupping my balls, fondling them, and her other hand performing a slow, twist-of-the-wrist caress in perfect sync with her sucking me off.
So. Crazy. Good.
I’m playing a controller. The description is in the name. I’m supposed to be in control, not nutting within seconds of her giving me head.
Except, sheispracticed at this.
And suddenly that pisses me the fuck off. Fist in her hair, I peel her off. Her glazed eyes stare up at me, lips all puffy where they’ve been wrapped around me. Jealousy and possessiveness light up every synapse in my brain, so fucking fierce it nearly renders me blind. My nostrils flare.
Mine.
I’m going too deep, too fast. The cloning is sucking me down into an abyss. These emotions are not mine. They’re foreign. I don’t normally get into the mindset so fast, and, to be blunt, it’s a little alarming. Usually I need to be stuck in a clone for an extended period of many weeks before it starts to leech into the underlyingme.
I growl. It’s low and aggressive, and it goes on and on. Her reaction is pure submission. Her head falls to one side, offering her throat to me to bite. Vulnerable before me.
I feel powerful in a way I never have before.
Goddamned motherfucker. One of us is not going to survive this.
Esme
The sound that tears from his throat is terrifying. His grip on my hair is brutal. The look in his eyes, before I had the sense to drop mine, still burns behind my lids.
He’s not just an alpha. That much is clear. He’s a controller. That makes him something else entirely. But even for a controller... there’s more.
Something deeper.
Something darker.
My body convulses—quaking, helpless.
He’s not even touching me. Not really. Just his fingers, fisting my hair. But it’s enough. I shatter, tipping straight into climax like he owns every nerve I have, every thought, every feeling, all of them, all his.
He gives me a rough shake, the rumble emanating from his chest sinking low,feral, final.
God help me. His power scorches the air, blazing through me like wildfire. I can’t breathe.
I’m still coming when he rises, shoves me face first into the couch, then drops down behind me and slams me full of his cock. I’m definitely not quite ready. Still sore from before. But it hurts so good: a deep, achy pleasure, his knot already lodged.
