I selfishly need to claim her now, put my own marks on her to make her understand who she truly belongs to. Finn can’t give her what I can, and I don’t mean sexually. Finn will take her asan Omega. He’ll be faithful to her, but he isn’t capable of havingfeelingsfor her.
I can be the Alpha she truly needs, because God knows when she finds out what Lorcán did, she might not want anything to do with him. I selfishly want her to want me above everyone else. Perhaps I’m not as good at sharing as I originally thought, or maybe it’s because she’s already become my most valuable possession.
Her fingers interlace with mine as we head to the upper level, where the private rooms are located. I don’t really give a fuck which room we use, so I look for the first one that’s vacant.
The Royal Flush room is black and gold, like the majority of the club. There’s a floor bed with clean linens on it as well as a leather couch in the corner. A small kitchenette sits off to the side with a partially stocked bar.
“A drink?” I ask, and she nods her head. “Sweet?” I ask, and she confirms again, taking a seat on the couch.
There’s a mini Malibu that I mix with sprite for her, as I open two small whiskeys and pour them in a glass. When I hand her the cup, her hands shake.
I know my brother wouldn’t have touched her without her permission. He’s a lot of things, but he isn’t that. No, it’s clear as day that guilt is festering deep within her.
“Do you like impact play, Elena?” I ask her, still standing in front of her.
“Mm. Maybe. I don’t know,” she mutters, taking a sip of her drink.
“I said I’d never hurt you, and I mean that. But I could punish you while making this ache go away.”
“I’d be completely forgiven after a few spankings?” she questions, her light eyebrows pulling together. “You can’t just forgive me like that.”
“I’ve already forgiven you. This would be for you to forgive yourself.”
She licks her lips and downs the rest of her drink.
“Okay. I think I’d like to try.”
“Stand up,” I tell her, and she does so obediently. Her dress is slightly raised, bringing attention to the sheen of her slick coating her thighs.
I take her place on the couch as she stares at me, looking self-conscious.
“Remove your dress and then come here,” I instruct her, patting my lap.
Her hands go to her side, and she grabs the zipper, the noise echoing in the room. The tension rises as her soft hands slide the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders, and the silky fabric falls and melts to the floor.
“Come,” I command, holding out my hands.
Her lingerie is a strapless, red lace bra and panties that match. Panties that are soaking wet from the arousal my brother coerced out of her.
I help her get situated, her cheek pressed against the leather of the couch, her ass balanced in the air over my lap, and her knees resting on the other side of my thigh.
She seems nervous, and I attempt to soothe her by kneading her thighs, ass, and rubbing her back. Her scent is intoxicating, heavier than I’ve scented before.
“If you don’t like it, we can stop. But after this, you have to forgive yourself, like I have.”
She nods her head against the leather seat and my thumb toys with the hem of her panties.
“I like these.”
“Thank you.”
“I think five will do?” I throw out to gauge her reaction. She nods her head, and I grip her ass cheek. “Need your words,mo stór.”
“Yes, that sounds good.”
“Good girl. I need you to keep your hands on the couch. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Alpha.” She nearly moans the word Alpha, and if my dick wasn’t already hard and pressing against her stomach, it would be now.
