Chapter Nineteen
Jasper showing up at my house wearing a designer suit, tailored to his gorgeous Y-shaped frame, had me biting back a whine from the moment I opened my door.
He’s always been handsome as hell, devilishly so, but in that suit, I nearly lost all control.
Thankfully, I was able to keep it together until we got into his truck.
Now, Jasper is kissing the life out of me, his tongue flicking against mine then sucking on it, his hands tangled in my hair as I whine into him.
“Yes,” he hisses against my lips, pecks at them once. “Your whines are mine. Your moans, your cries, all of them. Mine.” He nips at my bottom lip, looks me straight in my eyes and growls,“Youare mine.”
My slick is now seeping out of the sides of my panties, running down my thighs.
Jasper’s nostrils flare, his pupils dilate until his gray eyes are almost entirely black. The visceral current in the air steals my breath at the same time as it sets me on fire.
“I… I need…”
I can’t think. Can’t speak.
He hums, regarding me with false indifference. “I know what you need, Omega.” His voice is firm, commanding, bordering on a bark.
And my knees go weak.
“If you don’t take that pretty dress off right now, I’m going to tear it off. And it looks expensive.”
It is. Like, really expensive. Yet, I actually weigh whether or not I care. Him tearing my clothes off makes the animalistic part of me feral.
Deciding to honor Future Me by not being disappointed in Past Me, I push the thin straps down off my shoulders, pull my arms out of them, then slide the dress to the floor.
I stand in front of Jasper wearing nothing but my black panties and black heels, bare nipples puckering against the cool night air.
He hisses, sniffs the air and sighs, never taking his eyes off me. When I move to take off my shoes, he says, “No. Leave those on.”
When I stand up straight again, Jasper walks around my quivering body, like he’s assessing a purchase. His gaze is on fire, and it sends electrical currents along my skin wherever he looks.
“Lay on your back on the bed.”
I’m powerless to refuse, not that I’d ever want to. But that doesn’t mean I can’t play a little.
I crawl on all fours on top of the mattress, slow, keeping my knees spread a bit wider than necessary, displaying my soaked panties as I slither across the bed. When I reach the center, I rollonto my back just as slow as I’d crawled, careful with my heels on the sheets. Though by the look in Jasper’s eyes right now, I doubt “careful” will continue.
He’s at the foot of the bed now. There’s no footboard in his way if he wants to climb onto the mattress. But he doesn’t. Instead, he stands there, looking at me, palming his hard cock through his pants, eyes moving to every section of my almost naked body.
Then, he’s unbuttoning his shirt. He moves slow, like I did, and I’m sure it’s payback, but I’m not done teasing him either. I watch every movement of his fingers and bring my hands up to cup my breasts, fondle and massage them while staring at my Alpha.
His growling is so constant now, it may as well be a purr. And maybe it partially is.
When his shirt is finally undone, I’m frozen in place, forgetting my plan to tease him.
This man is a work of art.
He’s lean enough that his muscles bulge, defined and rippling, skin smooth as it’s stretched over them. His trousers sit low on his jutting hips, and I sigh, looking at those amazing divots.
I’m two for two in Alphas with amazing bodies, and I’ll never complain about that.
Jasper shrugs off his shirt, undoes the button on his fly, leans over and slides onto the mattress like a snake until his face comes up to my covered pussy. He grabs my knees and pushes them up higher, forcing my high heels flat onto the blanket. His nearness to my core makes me whine in anticipation, more slick seeping from my panties to the sheets beneath my ass.
When he takes a deep inhale of my scent, his own rises in the air, rum spice mingling with my orange blossoms. He’s close enough that the tip of his nose rubs across the panel of my panties, and I groan when it bumps the stiff nub of my clit, straining for his touch.
