My room filled with his pine scent and his desire, but he sat there patiently, allowing me to undress him.
The tie and shirt went with his jacket.
Hmmm. Should I playtease the alphaa little? Something about Brennan made me want to be playful with him.
Getting down on my knees, I unzipped his pants, making sure I kept brushing against him.
A little growl ripped from his throat. “My patience only goes so far, Grace. Keep doing that, and you’re going to get pinned to the bed.”
I laughed as I tried to tug his pants off. Putting his pants on the chair, I dove at him, knocking him backwards onto my daybed. I was still in my bra and panties, and he was in briefs and an undershirt.
My nose touched his. “Pinned you.”
“Oh, you are not ready for this game, Little Butterfly.” Looping his fingers through mine, he flipped me over, holding my hands over my head without pinning my wrists.
I grinned. “Maybe I want to be under you.”
“Mmmm, I want you under me.” His mouth attacked mine, and my legs wrapped around his waist.
Yes, please.
“I’ll be a good girl for you, I’m just having a little fun.” I kissed him back.
“What exactly are your expectations, my small captor?” His eyes met mine as he kept me there on my back under him, my hands still above my head.
For a moment I considered this seriously. What do I want from him?
“I like how you’re gentle and considerate with me. I mean, no one in this house isn’t. But it’s different. I can’t explain.” I frowned, the words just not coming. “Um, I’ve never been with just you alone. I suppose I’d like some dick, along with some orgasms, and a knot, if you please, my captive alpha.”
“I can do that,” he agreed. “This is your room, but I do like to be in charge, Little Butterfly. Is that okay? Safe words still apply.”
Brennan liked to be in charge? So surprised.Not.
“I’m okay with that,” I replied.
“Good. Also, talk to me. You are tiny compared to Jett and Evan, and I don’t want to harm you by accident. Are there any limits we haven’t previously discussed that I should know?”
“With me? I don’t think so. What about you? Do you like being tickled? What about raspberries on your belly?” I wanted to know more abouthim.
“Oh.” His head cocked. “I don’t like being tickled. I don't know what the other is?”
Wriggling out of his grasp, I pushed him over, pulled up his undershirt and blew on his belly. I looked up at him.
He thought for a moment. “I have no idea how I feel about that. I don’t like my feet touched unless I’m getting a foot massage. Well, when you hook your foot around mine at night, that’s okay.”
“When did I do that?” I looked up at him, laying over his chest, trapping him.
“The night you were a tiny ball of anxiety. At some point you curled into Jett, but your foot reached out, like it was searching for me, and then caught mine. I like it. You did it once or twice in the nest during Evan’s heat, too.” His smile went bashful.
Awww.
“I like Jett, as well,” I said softly. “I enjoy being with the two of you, and the three of you. But I like being with everyone individually, too.”
Brennan kissed my forehead. “That’s not a problem. Speak up if you’re not getting enough of someone, okay?”
“Same. I don’t want anyone to feel neglected.” I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Oh, and while I know you playing with my piercings makes you feel relaxed and sleepy, it makes me want to fuck you.” His voice grew low and growly, which did things to me.
