Victorious?
All of the small steps forward in our relationship have finally blossomed. He trusts me enough to include me in this moment of vulnerability.
I lick my lips and burgundy eyes flick down to follow the sweep of my tongue.
Heat flutters in my belly.
"He also said…” he grits his teeth and scrunches up his face as if he’s tasted something foul. “The motherfucker said that if you were his Omega, you'd never be allowed to wander around so freely, putting yourself at risk."
My eyebrows raise. "Oh really? Well let's thank fate that my Prime Alpha isn't such a ... a..." I think back to theGrand List of Deplorable Name Callingthe Omegas and I created from listening to the Alpha drill instructors and pick one. "Douche-canoe!"
It's like magic. The little furrow of anger between his brows melts away with a bark of surprised laughter.
"Douche-canoe?"
"It suits him, don't you think?"
He gives a nod, his thumb idly stroking his lower lip before he shoots me a wicked grin.
"Doesn’t have the same ring to it as Prime Asshole, though does it?” he asks casually.
I splutter.
“How did you? I mean, where did you hear that name?”
He throws his head back, a hearty, booming laugh escaping him, and I can’t help but join in, my own laughter echoing his.
Talking with Knox is like stepping into a boxing ring for a match. To him, every person is prey, every word a weapon, and every conversation an unavoidable duel he is determined to win. His competitiveness used to drive me batty, but now I’ve accepted him as he is — a dominant Alpha.
He can’t help it anymore than I can help craving his attention.
“Princess, you aren’t as slick as you think you are.”
At the mere mention ofthatword, my pussy clenches and a wet heat blooms.
His laughter cuts short, and he makes a show of lifting his nose and sniffing the air before looking down at me in amusement.
I raise an eyebrow right back at him, bite my lower lip coyly, and softly whisper for only his ears, “Why don’t you come find out just how slick I am?”
His mouth is on me before I can finish speaking.
I win.
Oh, rut-damn, I really,reallywon.
The combination of another Prime Alpha’s challenge and the subsequent playful banter with his Omega seems to have done something to Knox. He’s forgotten that he’s supposed to be avoiding me.
The sexually repressed Prime Alpha is kissing me like he’s starved.
I’m just along for the ride, and I am very okay with it.
My eyes cross and then close.
He’s a messy kisser, all lips, tongue, and teeth. It's so unlike the rigid Prime Alpha I know… and I love it.
Soft growls and snarls spill from him as his palms move from my shoulders, down my sides, and settle on the curve of my hips, squeezing me tightly.
I finally catch onto some kind of rhythm and entwine my tongue with his, rubbing against it.
