Curse the moons, I couldn’t wait to feel her throat wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” she breathed as she licked up the slick that spilled from my tip.
The touch of her tongue was electric, but the words were lackluster. I wanted more—words of devotion, words of ownership, words that weren’t just generic things she would say to any other Alpha.
I cupped her jaw in my palm, tilting her gaze to mine. Her pupils were almost entirely black, dilated with desire.
“Repeat these words, omega,” I commanded. “Your cock is the only one I want to suck.”
She bristled, trying to pull away, but I held fast. “You’re an arrogant prick—”
My brow rose in challenge. “Say. It.”
I wished to say it was a simple command, but it thrummed through my pheromones, demanding obedience. I knew she felt each syllable slide under her skin.
Dessi’s breath hitched, her chest rising with the effort to fight the command, but her cheeks flushed a delightful dark red, the tip of her nose showing off color better than the rest of her.
She angled back a little, her fingers rising to the ties of her bathrobe. One tug, two. The pretty pink robe fell to the carpet.
There were many things in the world that did not affect me. A crying child, a distressed employee, telling someone to fuck off—
But my assistant naked on her knees with her bare breasts on display just for me?
My heart gave a dangerous thump alongside my cock.
“What if I don’t say those words?” she shivered, nipples tight with desire. “Would you say no to this? To me?”
How had this become a game where both of us were vying for the upper hand?
“Hmm?” she continued, finding the ruched tip of her nipples and teasing them until she quivered. “Would you say no to sliding between my tits and coming on my tongue?”
Oh, she plays this game too well.
Goosepimples rose over her breasts and shoulders as the cool air in the apartment found its way to her skin.
“You know what I think?” I asked, massaging the insistent pounding along my knot. Her eyes followed my every move.
“What?” she asked, almost dazed.
“I think you’ll cry if I leave you here like this.” With one hand pressed against my knot, I let the other slide along my cock. “Unfulfilled and aching.”
“You won’t leave.”
She tried to sound confident, but a tremor worked its way into her voice.
“Won’t I?”
The words lingered in the air like the threat it was.
I squeezed the head of my cock, drawing a groan to the surface.
“Fuck,” she breathed, watching me with unnerving focus.
“What do you think, Ms. Nayak?” I said her name like the taunt that it was. “Is this the only cock you want to suck?”
Her fingers turned to fists, nostrils flaring as she spoke.
“Yes.”
