Her lips part again, but nothing comes out.
“So it’s true,” I continue, my voice lowering, sharpening with intent. “My voice gets inside your head and body just like it had back in my office when you were Ash. Standing there, trying so hard to look unaffected while your entire body betrayed you.”
She inhales sharply as her fingers curl into the bench beside her.
“I suspected something,” I continue calmly, watching every tiny reaction. “But thought nothing of it, as Ash was so damn weird that I ignored my instincts.”
“You have no idea what you sound like,” she says. “What you do to people.”
“I think I’m starting to understand,” I murmur.
She shivers. Her sass isn’t gone, but it’s fighting for survival now. Then she lifts her chin again, appearing stubborn in her expression. “You sound very pleased with yourself.”
“I am. And you,” I add, letting my eyes linger on her mouth for half a second too long, “sound like you’re trying very hard not to beg me to keep talking.”
She lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet,” I say quietly, “you’re still sitting here.”
She gasps audibly, her entire body tensing, and I can smell her arousal spiking dramatically. Sharp and sweet and absolutely intoxicating. It floods my senses, leaves me salivating.
Fuck, I love seeing her respond this way to me. The power is heady. Addictive. Dangerous.
I let myself imagine all the things I could do to this Omega. The ways I could methodically take her apart with just carefully chosen words before ever laying a finger on her body. How I could make her beg. Make her plead. Make her come completely undone.
A dark wickedness slides through me, the kind that makes me want to experience every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had with her. Push every boundary she has and discover exactly how much she can take before she breaks beautifully apart.
So much for coming in here to have a calm, rational talk. Who the hell am I kidding? Part of me absolutely hoped this would happen—that we’d end up exactly here, with barely anything between us and the air thick with tension and desire.
“You’re dangerous,” she says, but she’s leaning closer to me instead of pulling away. Moving into my space rather than retreating.
“Says the woman who just told me she’d do literally anything I ask.”
“I’m starting to seriously regret that particular offer.”
“Liar.” I brush my thumb across her lower lip, slowly, and she trembles under the touch.
She looks me dead in the eye. “Fine, what if I’d do anything you want?”
Christ. This woman is going to destroy me.
“Earlier, you mentioned groveling,” I say, holding her gaze with intensity. “I’m not beyond requiring significantly more of that. A lot more. Until I’m satisfied that you actually mean it.”
She stares at me for a long moment like she’s accepting a challenge. Then suddenly she’s on her feet, grabbing a spare towel from the wooden shelf mounted on the wall and setting it carefully on the floor between her feet.
She steps closer to me, invading my space, and I don’t move. Don’t react. Just watch her with intensity, loving this stronger,bolder side of her emerging. This Omega who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to reach for it.
She’s absolutely magnificent like this.
I’m so intensely turned on that I can barely hold myself back from simply shoving her onto my lap right now, ripping off that towel, and sinking into her without preamble or patience.
She leans in close, her body barely touching mine, her mouth coming to my ear, her breath hot against my already overheated skin.
“I’m going to show you,” she whispers, and her voice is pure sin, dripping with promise. “That for you, I will grovel in ways you’ll never forget. You got that, Alpha?”
My cock twitches violently at her words, at that tone, at the explicit promise in every syllable.
I force myself to stay completely still, to match her energy and not give away how affected I am. “Big words, Omega.”
