I raised my hand and traced his lips with my fingers, testing the sharpness of his canines with the pad of my thumb. Branson swallowed again, and that time, he shivered too.
“I want you to bite me,” I whispered, smiling as though I were telling him a secret.
My heart spasms in shock.Holy fucking shit, itwasme.
I did this.
I seduced Branson Lawlor.
In the flashback, his knot throbbed inside me, and he keened. “You said no biting.”
“I know,” I trilled with a casual flick of my wrist, “but I’ve changed my mind. I can do that, can’t I?”
“But, but you’re in heat.” His words bled into each other to form a single, garbled sound. Damn, he sounded fucked up. “There’s no changing your mind in heat.”
“Who said that?” I demanded coquettishly as I rocked my hips and took him deeper into my body. “Because it wasn’t me, that’s for sure. I can change my mind whenever I want. It happens all the time. Ilovechanging my mind.”
“I, uh…” His voice trailed off, and he blinked vacantly at me. “I dunno who said it.”
“Exactly,” I purred. “It doesn’t matter who said it because I’m the expert on what I want, aren’t I?”
He paused to mull it over and nodded unsteadily. “You’re the expert on what you want. You’re a pretty expert…so pretty.” His grin stretched and turned goofy. “You’re the prettiest expert—”
“Just one bite,” I said, cutting him off with an offhand shrug. “Just one tiny little bite. Just a taste, so we know what it feels like.”
I drew his attention to my neck again, presenting my jugular to him and running my finger lightly over my scent gland so there was no doubt whatsoever where I wanted him to look.
My gland was slightly raised. A little bump, swollen and ripe.
I shifted my weight, posting as high as his knot would allow, and sank onto his lap with my full body weight. The desirous ache in me amplified, spreading from my veins to my bones, to the rest of my body.
“Please, Branson.” My voice didn’t shake. It didn’t quiver. There was no hesitation in it. No doubt. “I want you to do it. I want you to bite me.” I looked him dead in the eye and smiled at the shadows I saw there. “I don’t want this to end.”
“You don’t want this to end?” he echoed blankly.
“No. I don’t want this to end. I want to be yours.”
The images flitting through my mind are shocking on their own, but what’s even more shocking is that I can feel the strength of my intention. I’dwantedwhat I was asking for. My yearning for it had throbbed. And not in my hole…in my chest.
An emptiness, a loneliness I wasn’t familiar with took command of my voice. “I don’t want anyone but you touching my body, Alpha. Not ever.” Branson growled so loudly when I said that his abs contracted and the sound skipped up my spine. “I want to belong to you.”
Again, when I spoke, my words rang true. My thoughts became things. Things I meant. “I want you to be my alpha always, not just for now. I want to go into heat again and again, and I want you to be the one who takes care of me. I want you to fuck me and knot me andownme. And when you’ve done all that”—I leaned forward and spoke directly into his ear—“I want you to pump me full of your babies.”
He whined loudly, eyes slamming shut as he shivered from head to toe. I soothed him gently, my jaw grazing his lips.
I’d been pleased with myself. I remember that distinctly now. Proud of myself and pleased with what I’d said because I’d been certain it was a request no alpha could deny an omega in heat.
His head was heavy in my hands, a solid weight, as I guided it downward. He kissed my neck lightly, moaning when his lips stamped my scent gland.
He looked up at me one last time, dull eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?” he slurred.
“I’m sure,” I replied.
There was a deep sigh of breath. A warm caress of lips. A light scrape of facial hair over my skin.
Then a sharp pinch as his teeth sank into my flesh.
The pain was exquisite. Otherworldly and intense. A brilliant, bright bruise. An eyewatering sting. It pierced my skin, sinking in deep, deeper, before heating and changing. I cried out loudly, but instead of pushing him away like a sane person would do, I clamped my hands tightly around his neck and held him in place as I began to writhe in his arms.
