“Don’t try to put your perversions on me.”
“How about in you?” He pressed two of his fingers into her as he asked, wanting to surprise her, to hear that little catch in her breath when he did something she hadn’t expected. Maybe it was because of how skilled he’d come to find her, because she wasn’t just anyone, but rather a woman able to hold her own against him. All of that made it sweeter when she gave in, when he overcame her and watched her melt.
She was tight around his fingers, and he was tempted to undo his pants and slip into her wet pussy.
Except he had a better plan already.
“So, what was it again that you did?” He asked the question while he thrust those two fingers into her, rough enough to help keep her off balance.
“I was stupid enough to agree to this with a sadist like you.” The end of her little tirade drifted into a lust-drunken moan.
“If you think calling me a sadist is going to hurt my feelings, you’re barking up the wrong tree, sweet.” He twisted his wrist to stroke against the sensitive front wall of her cunt, making sure to tease her while leaving her clit entirely untouched.
Thiswaspunishment, after all.
“Come on, I know you can figure out why you’re here.”
She let out a thin whine and shifted her hips, as though she could get satisfaction from him that way.
She couldn’t, of course. He wasn’t Trent, who would have given in after the first little whimper she let out.The sound turned into pure frustration before she blew out a slow breath from her pink lips. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He couldfeelher glare.
“For sleeping on the couch.”
He smiled softly at her sullen tone. Shehatedto admit to doing anything wrong, at least she hated it in part. The other side of her, that submissive, beautiful creature she tried to hide, reveled in the way he took her to task for each infraction.
Not that he was overly harsh. He only reacted when she did something knowingly. “Now, I remember having this talk with you just yesterday when you did the same thing to Kyle. We agreed that if you wake up and can’t stay in bed anymore, you’ll let the alpha know, didn’t we?” He pulled his fingers from her, then went to the side of the bed she was facing and crouched down, into her line of sight.
She didn’t answer, her stubborn little lips pressed tight together.
“Didn’t we, sweet?” He traced his finger over her lip, smearing her own wetness over her.
She nodded, some of the fire leaving her.
“So why’d I wake up this morning to an empty bed?”
She opened her mouth, and Daniel slipped the two fingers in before she could answer. Her full lips wrapped around his fingers and licked him clean without him asking. That was the thing—she liked to fight back at times, as if she needed to prove shecouldfight back, but that didn’t change the natural instinct inside her that cried out to him to own her.
He pulled his fingers back and resisted the urge to grasp her chin, instead lifting an eyebrow.
It took a moment of confusion before she seemed to recall the question he’d asked. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “I haven’t been sleeping well. I just can’t get comfortable, and by the time it’s four in the morning, I’m miserable and sick of just lying there.”
“And you didn’t wake me up why? Because either I’d have worn you out so you could sleep or I’d have gotten up with you.”
Her pretty green eyes darted away as they always did when she didn’t want to answer, when she didn’t like the idea of exposing her secrets.
Too bad for her.
He slid his hand into her hair and gripped tightly until she looked at him again.
“I don’t like asking for help,” she whispered. “I figured you didn’t need to lose any sleep over my problems.”
And, as it always did, that tiny confession drew up an ache. The girl hated relying on anyone, always so sure they’d turn her away, that they’d only end up letting her down.
He loosened his grip, then leaned in to offer a soft kiss, tasting her own sweet pussy on her lips. “If I didn’t want to help you, I wouldn’t demand you wake me up. Do you really think I’m the sort of man who does anything I don’t want to do?”
