Matteo’s eyes flashed mischievously. “Do you wanthim?”
My heart lurched when I realized what he meant.
“Yes,” I blurted out. “I mean, youarehim, but. Yes. A thousand percent.”
He leaned in and spoke roughly against the shell of my ear. “Then get on your knees, alpha.”
A ripple of arousal shot through my bloodstream. My heart thrashed in my chest as I threw myself on the floor obediently.
Matteo—or rather, Aquila—took his sweet time standing up from the bed. He was the star, and he was in charge now. I was just an obsessed fan groveling at his feet.
I stared up at him, starstruck. The sudden shift in his demeanor was striking. He felt like a completely different person.
The music dipped into a low, dark chord. Aquila glanced down at me. A shiver seized my spine.
“You want me?” Aquila asked.
I nodded, too awed to speak. From my spot on the floor, he towered over me, tall and imposing and so fucking hot.
“Say it.”
It was a demand, but a cool one, like he didn’t care if I complied or not. It was sexy as fuck.
“I want you,” I choked out. “So, so bad.”
He tilted his head, staring me down, then huffed derisively. “I’ve seen fans want it more.”
That sent me into a frenzy. I clawed at his pants in desperation, clinging to his legs like a pathetic freak.
“Please,please, let me suck your cock,” I begged.
Aquila smirked. “That’s much better.”
I threw my dragon’s dignity out the window. I became something baser, a creature even more primal and crazed—a fanboy.
Grabbing Aquila’s belt, I fumbled it free. I was about to toss it aside when he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
“I recognize you’re a lust-crazed whore, but do not throw that,” he warned. “Put it down nicely.”
My entire body melted.
“Yes, sir,” I said shakily.
“Good.”
My hands trembled like a baby deer as I placed the belt on the floor. Being scolded like that was a freakish turn-on. I wouldn’t have let anybody except my fated mate speak to me that way, but whenhedid it, my systems shut down. I was utterly at his mercy.
With the belt safely put aside, I stared up at him, waiting for his next order. But Aquila arched a brow. “Well?”
He sounded bored, like this was formybenefit instead of his—and that made my cock throb harder.
It was all an act, of course. I knew Matteo enjoyed this role play, too. That’s what made it so hot. Handing over my power and self-respect to my omega mate, and letting me worship him while he treated me like a pathetic groveling fan was such a smutty fantasy.
In the background, the music thrummed. The songs onWings of the Sunwere not distinct tracks. They melded seamlessly together in one hour-long journey. As the first track flowed into the second, I unzipped Aquila’s jeans and pulled them down to expose his tenting briefs. The scents hit me like a slap to the face—the rich, musky scent of cock combined with the addictive perfume of omega. It was all wrapped up together with Matteo’s natural, personal scent, and it drove me wild.
I groaned in pleasure, smearing my face against his straining underwear. The sensation of his hard cock pushing into my cheek made my dick throb. I mouthed the shape of his erection through the fabric mindlessly. I felt stupid with lust.
Aquila huffed. A second later, his fingers gripped my hair—firm, but not enough to hurt—and pulled me back.
