My hand was moved down, skimming his shirt, stopping at his chest. "The chest. You want to hit here," he adjusted to be close to the center and just slightly left, “right in the heart. At an angle, to get through the ribs.”
I did my best to take in the instruction, but it was hard with his fingers on my clit and his cum leaking from me with every thrust.
“And when in doubt, you can always aim for the gut or groin.” He didn’t move the knife down there, but I got the picture, my head bobbing uselessly.
“Are you paying attention slut?” he asked, but I was so close to coming again that all I managed to squeak out was a loud moan.
Cameo caught my wrist, holding the knife safely away from us as we rolled. Pulling his cock free and leaving me clamping hard around nothing, my release abandoned.
"Hey!"
"I want to make sure the lesson is sinking in," Cameo said, talking a couple steps back. "Come here, Eva. Now."
There it was again, that command that was so close to a bark, just shying away from it.
I moved to obey instantly, sliding off the bed with the knife still in hand to kneel in front of Cameo.
He knelt, putting my arms behind my back. "Leave them like that."
"And if I don't?" I asked, trying to regain even a crumb of control.
A foolish, misguided thing. The only person who was in control here, very clearly, was Cameo. A fact that was made more obvious from the chilling smile that overtook his features.
"Then I'll fuck you with handle of that knife until it's so slick I can't grip it anymore.”
I whimpered as I got into position, and Cameo jammed their booted foot between my legs. "Ride, whore."
The laces of Cameo's boot were rough as I ground onto it, desperate to come again for my alpha.
No, notmyalpha. The alpha. Cameo.
Fuck, just one day of being used by this man and I was already starting to lose the plot.
He hooked his fingers roughly into the side of my mouth, forcing my lips apart. "I'm going to quiz you," he said sharply, his other hand locking into my hair to drag me forward to his cock, shaft glistening from tip to swollen knot with a mix of ourrelease. "And you're going to suck my cock until I'm done being annoyed you ruined my game with the mask."
Excitement lit across my skin as I lapped at his glistening head, the combination of our tastes and the friction from his laces making me groan with pleasure. "Yes, Daddy."
The alpha shuddered, a thick drip of precum hitting my lips.
"Let's save that for after I have you swollen with my fucking baby, tesoro.” Cameo reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone to train it on my face with a smirk that I felt all the way down to my toes. “Go on,suck. Let’s show Marcus how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth.”
“Where didyou find this place? Bark?” Eva asked as I pulled out her chair in the middle of the empty dining room. She lowered her voice to a whisper, turning her head as she tried to catch my eye. “It can't be very popular, there’s like,literallyno one here.”
I cleared my throat as she sat, a tantalizing lungful of her sweet summery scent making it difficult to focus in the best of circumstances. Butnow? It was like I was being punished for a crime I didn't remember committing. Sure, the rest of my pack had decided to take up the mantle of competition for who’d manage to put a baby into the omega’s belly first, but I wasn't keen on performing on command. It didn't matter to me that we’d been together at the Packtacular; now that Eva was a viable candidate for a long-term arrangement instead of a wet hole to fuck at a party, my feelings on what was appropriate for this stage of our relationship had changed.
I’d been real fucking clear about what accepting our deal meant. And if she felt like it was still something she wanted to agree to, fine. But Eva had been clear about her terms, too.
Courting. Acting like she was any other omega that we were seeing.
Truthfully, that bit of the arrangement suited me just fine. Maybe it was a little old-fashioned, but I liked to get to know a woman before I laid my hands—or anything else for that matter—on her. Much less tried to knock her up with a baby that she was only sticking around for long enough that the check would clear.
Still, even with all of that plaguing my mind, I was being tested at every opportunity. Not only by Eva herself, but by my packmates as well. And, no matter how much I prided myself on my immaculately maintained self-control, I wasn’t immune to temptation. If anything, I was particularly susceptible to the siren song of a woman that I couldn’t keep out of my mind for weeks after she’d disappeared from my life.
It’d been downright obsessive, the way that I’d lusted for Eva after we’d met at the Packtacular. But disappearing the second that the haze of her heat had lifted? That’d been a pretty clear order toback off. One that I’d forced myself to accept with an immense amount of difficulty.
I wasn’t going to let go as easily a second time.
Something about Eva drew me in, captivated me in a way that was as thrilling as it was terrifying. And, much like the trope-filled horror films I'd come to love, I intended to dissect those emotions until I understood them. To find the natural rhythm of the story beats until the tightness in my chest when I met Eva's eyes made sense.
