My lips twitched, almost breaking into a smile. My sweet cinnamon roll alpha.
“Mmm, no, I don’t think so,” I said, squeezing his cock tightly. His responding growl caused another gush of slick, and I knew he could scent me. “I think you need to catch me.”
Before he realized what I was doing, I threw myself off his lap and took off. I headed for the patio doors and pulled them open. Ben poked his head out of the kitchen and looked surprised and a little concerned when I rushed in, my cheeks flushed and hair wild. I winked at him, causing him to laugh before I continued my sprint through the house.
Cam’s roar followed me as I ran up the stairs, slick dripping down my legs. I looked over my shoulder to see him standing at the base of the steps, his eyes dark and his hair falling out of his previously neat bun. Excitement bubbled in my stomach as I realized he was toying with me.
I picked up my pace, knowing he could catch me in a heartbeat, especially as I tried to avoid tripping over my skirt. I turned the corner and sprinted into my room. My chest heaved as I turned to shut the door behind me, but before I could, firm arms gripped me around my waist and pushed me against the wall. I let out a little scream. Cam’s cock pressed against my back, his cinnamon roll scent thick around me.
“That was very naughty. You should know better than to run away from a predator.”
My body trembled with anticipation and I pressed my legs together, trying to create some friction.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked, trying to sound as unaffected as possible, but the breathiness in my voice betrayed me.
“I think my baby girl needs to be punished,” he said, his hips thrusting against me.
Fuck, yes. I really, really did.
He ran his hands down my sides before grasping my wrists and pinning them to the wall above my head.
Cam breathed in deeply, scenting me. “That excites you. You know you need to be punished, don’t you, baby girl? You need me to strip this dress off you, take you over my knee, and redden that sexy little ass of yours.”
“No, you can’t do that.”Oh, please do that.I squirmed against him, unsure if I was trying to get away or press myself closer.
“No avoiding it now, baby girl. You need to learn not to disobey your alpha.”
He ran one hand down my body and cupped my ass hard. I groaned as his fingers dug in. Suddenly, he spun me around and picked me up. I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him, trying to subtly rub my core against him.
“You want this?” he asked softly. “I don’t want to remind you of other alphas.”
“You could never,” I said. There was such vulnerability in his eyes I couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss.
“I love you,” he said, running his nose down my face.
“I love you, too.”
The words felt too insignificant for what I felt. My chest was going to burst with happiness and wholeness.
“I don’t want to scare you, sweetheart. You need to tell me your limits.”
I’d read enough BDSM romance books to know that communication was essential. I needed to be brave, honestly share my desires, and trust my caring, loving alpha to honor my boundaries.
“I’m not entirely sure,” I said. “But I don’t want to be, um, humiliated.”
Cam hugged me tighter. “Of course not. Don’t think I could, even if you wanted me to. You’re my precious omega.” He placed gentle kisses on my forehead and cheek. “What else?”
“Um, no blood or, like, water sports,” I squeaked out.
Cam burst out laughing. “Fuck, sweetheart. What books have you been reading?”
I blushed and hid my face in his neck. He tugged on my hair, the move sending a shiver through me.
“No hiding. Need your eyes.”
I pulled back and saw a heartbreaking smile on his face, his eyes crinkling with happiness.
“Good girl, you’re doing so well.”
