“Does that mean it’s working?”
It’s my turn to laugh. “You may be crazy, but you’re smoking hot. God damn.” I let my head tilt with my gaze, not hiding the way I rake my eyes over her curves, down from her perfect breasts to her waist, to where the swell of her hips gives way to a round ass and thick thighs I wouldn’t mind having wrapped around my head.
A low growl rumbles from deep in my chest.
She smiles in response, as if gathering I like what I see.
It’s not too late. I should put a stop to this. I should go out that door—
But she just kneels on my bed, gazing up across the room at me with wide eyes that for some reason only make my cock harder.Fuck. She looks so submissive sitting like that. I shouldn’t like it so much, but I do.
Damn it all, I do.
It must be my stupid alpha instincts. Her pose, her expression, the helpless way she’s presenting herself to me, it’s all exactly what I’ve been craving even though I’ve tried to fight it all these years.
I don’t want to be an alphahole.
But here I am.
And she seems to want it.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” I mutter, taking another step closer. And I don’t know if I’m really talking to her, or to me.
She just smiles. “Oh, I definitely do.”
“Do you?” I narrow my gaze at her, pacing closer, not daring to get within arms’ length. Who knows what I’ll do if I let loose. I’m a predator.
She’s the prey.
Willing prey, but still prey.
She laces her hands behind her back, sitting up straighter to press her breasts out further, and something in me snaps. The command that echoes from my lungs is more alpha than my own: “Hands and knees, human.”
She obeys instantly, dropping to the edge of the bed with her perfect, round ass lifted.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t.
I pivot, intending to walk away, but my instincts are too strong. The scent of her need fills the room, a sweet musk I can’t live without.I need her.
I grab her pants, intending to simply pull them off, but both pants and panties tear at once.
She gasps, but her gasp melts into a moan as I growl a wordless command, forcing her forward and spreading her legs as I bury my face in her hot pussy.
“Ahhh!” she moans as my tongue finds her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive spot. Instinct takes over and I suck the sensitive nub, massaging circles across it with my tongue until she moans again.
Her body slackens as she relaxes, moaning louder, melting further face-down into the mattress.
She’s still whimpering when I pull away. “Please,” she whispers, twisting to look back at me. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“You’re not giving the orders here,” I bark, sounding angrier than I am. It’s that damn alpha blood, my commanding need rumbling through every word. “But there’s something you better understand, human. If we do this, I can’t promise what’ll happen. There’s no safe words in a rut. Hell, once we start for real, thereisno stopping. There’s nogentle. Got it?”
To my surprise, she moans at that. “I understand, so please! Do I have to beg?”
She’s a little crazy. That’s the only explanation.
And I love it.
