“Lily, darlin’, you have no fuckin’ clue what you’re askin’ for.”
My thumb rubs against her pulse point, feeling her heart race as her lust-filled eyes meet mine.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for. The question is, are you going to give it to me?”
This woman was put on this planet to fuckin’ destroy me.
“You’re sure?” I question again.
She gives me a look of irritation before her face softens. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. Treat me like I’myours,” she commands.
“Because you are mine, isn’t that right?” I ask her, my hand trailing from her throat to her jaw before my thumb grazes her bottom lip.
She opens her soft warm lips, and I push my thumb inside of her mouth. Her lips wrap around me, and she sucks my thumb deeply into her mouth while she holds eye contact with me.
My thoughts run wild with all the things I want to do with her. Being with her during her heat was rough, wet, and more than enjoyable. But Lily wasn’t totally there. Her pheromones were running the show. I want her to want me in this way because she–the woman–not the Omega needs it.
“Are you goin’ to be a good girl and do what I tell you to?”
She nods her head with my thumb still in her mouth before I tug it out with a pop. I smear the saliva that’s on the tip against her bottom lip.
“Please, Tate,” she begs.
“Please, what? What does my girl want?”
“Touch me,” she whimpers, and I press my clothed cock against her open legs.
“I am touchin’ you, Darlin’.”
“Less clothes,” she pants. Her tone is impatient, and now I know I’m gonna make her wait for it.
I leave all my clothes on while I unbutton her shorts and tug them off her thighs. She doesn’t wait for me as she rips off her shirt, exposing her perfect, braless chest. She’s eager as she starts to roll down her thong. I grab the stretchy material and pull it the rest of the way down her legs.
“Now you,” she says, her gorgeous naked body hitting my bed. She’s lying on her back, her body resting on her elbows as she spreads her thighs and shows me her wet, needy cunt.
“Mmm. Not yet,” I deny her.
She licks her lips, but doesn’t sass me back. I’m almost devastated when she listens to me; I kind of wanted to show her what happens when she’s being a brat.
“Do you know how fuckin’ perfect you are?” I ask as I crawl on top of her, my knees sinking into the soft mattress.
Her legs widen as she makes room for me, her pussy pressing against my pants making a wet spot.
I kiss along her throat, avoiding the side that has Cash’s mark. I lick her sweet flesh and suck the skin between my lips. Her hips thrust against me as I smile against the column of her throat and place kisses against her jaw. She squirms under me, and her small hands go for my belt.
I grip her wrist hard, not enough to leave a mark or hurt, but hard enough that she knows I’m displeased.
“I said not yet, if you can’t listen, I’ll have to tie these pretty little hands up,” I warn, kissing her wrist before letting them go.
Her eyes grow wide as I say it, but I can tell she isn’t completely opposed to the idea.
“I’m gonna take my sweet fuckin’ time with you, darlin’. Do you know how many times I fucked my own fist thinkin’ about havin’ you this way?” I ask, leaning down to kiss her chest, ignoring her nipples completely.
She’s getting frustrated, tugging at my hair and making me moan from the feel of her nails raking against my scalp.
“Please, Tate. Please touch me.”
I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth, biting the flesh enough to make her startle with a gasp.
