I close my hands around her waist and drop her onto the floor at my feet.
Her dress slips down a little, covering the plump swell of one breast. With a grunt of annoyance, I tuck it up out of the way.
Her eyes are on me, tracking my movements. She doesn’t tell me to stop. But then again, she’s invested now, hasn’t she? And that’s the way this goes. I can do whatever I want to her. She’s indicated that she’s willing.
Does that sit right with me? I don’t fucking know. But her glassy eyes and the faint pant of her breath, the way her nipples are hard points, and the alluring scent of her slick, all tell me that this is what she wants and needs.
“Please untie me.”
Not a fucking chance.
Esme
“No.”
Curt and dismissive.
My little hiss is pure frustration. God help me. His denial of my small request only arouses a fresh gush of slick. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this wild for an alpha before. There’s something about him. Something I can’t quite put my finger on, yet is compelling, nonetheless.
A wave of dizziness overcomes me, the room spinning around me. His pheromones are pumping out, saturating the air, bathing the surface of my skin. I’m on my knees, my breasts and pussy on display. And somehow the way he’s rucked mydress underneath my bound arms is more exposing than if I were naked altogether. He’s put me here on my knees before him, and I know what he wants. I can taste it in the air: the pre-cum leaking from his cock that’s still hidden from my view behind his zipper… although the zipper is certainly being challenged.
I wet my lips. My eyes go from the arresting bulge to his face where I take in his expression: dark and brooding.
He didn’t use his force of will to gain my submission and agreement to invest. But instead, he phrased it as a promise, an anticipation of pleasure, of being knotted. It’s every omega’s dream, a fantasy we secretly crave. Something we whisper about in the quietness between missions. Because knotting only comes with a mate.
But he’s not my mate, is he?
In a moment of startling clarity, I realize he’s going to ruin me for all other alphas. He’s going to be the one I remember when the others fade away. The one, to my shame, I’ll think about when others take me.
I would rescind my investment if such a thing were possible. It’s too late now. And yet with him I sense there are different boundaries. If I told him I wanted to stop, I get the strangest impression that he would.
Alphas don’t do that—ever—now I consider it.
He casually reaches to toy with my right nipple, squeezing and rolling it before letting it go, leaving it throbbing like his fingers are still there. “You want to suck me off, baby?”
“Yes.” A breathy whisper. A plea—I would beg if he wanted me to. I will have this moment, even to my ruination. Tomorrow and any consequences can be damned.
He slides his zipper down, slow and deliberate. I can feel him watching me, but I’m too busy watching what he does. Asthe zipper reaches the bottom, his thick length stretches the material of his boxer briefs as it pushes through the gap.
Oh, how I hate the way my hands are bound at my back, stopping me from touching him.
“Ah, ah,” he says, almost like he senses what I want to do. He runs his fingertips lightly over the material from the tip to the base of his cock.
My growl is pure frustration.
He chuckles.
My eyes snap to meet his. They’re no longer gray. Maybe it’s a trick of the light, but they seem to blaze.
Then his hips lift, and my eyes go straight back down as he thrusts his underwear and fatigues past his hips and his cock bobs free.
My pussy quakes through a mini spasm as his scent hits me. His cock is thick and heavily veined. At the base, his knot is already swelling. I’ve never seen more than a faint ridge before, so its prominence comes as a shock. I thought it was nothing more than dirty talk—he wouldn’t be the first alpha to allude to knotting without delivering on that promise.
I’m ruined… utterly.
And I haven’t even felt it inside me yet.
He runs his thumb all over the sticky tip and smears it down the length. When he reaches the thick swelling of his knot, his fingers press in roughly and he groans.
