His bark isn’t as strong as Kaiden’s, butdamnit feels good, rushing through my body, igniting a part of my brain that’s rarely touched.
It’s so hard to resist…
I take a step, then another, and another. Slow, stilted, but it’s working. And clearly not fast enough for Sylvan.
He closes the remaining distance in one stride, and I gasp as his bark fades away.
“Your turn,” he murmurs. There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I barked, now—”
“Sit.” I nod to the sofa.
He stills for a split second, eyes going wide, then he moves and sits.
I turn towards him, taking my time to close the distance. All the while, he stares up at me like a taunted, caged beast.
“You didn’t even try to resist,” I say with a small smile, standing over his knees.
“Why would I?” he murmurs, voice dreamy, a rasp.
When he leans forward, I know my bark has faded. His warm fingers brush one of my knees, trailing up…
“Down.”
I wasn’t expecting another bark. I drop onto him, straddling his lap.
“You didn’t resist that time.” He smiles.
“I didn’t think you’d bark again!” I gasp, but I’m not angry, I’m... enjoying it. This weird power play. Because now, it’s my turn. “Stay.”
His body tenses, hands frozen on my waist.
I smirk in triumph, leaning forward to slip my fingers into his damp hair, sliding my body a little closer over his lap until his hard chest rumbles against my breasts.
“Your hair’s wet, alpha,” I whisper, our lips an inch away. “Were you in a rush?” I tease, watching his pupils swell.
I graze my fingertip over the silvery scar running through his lip. His fingers tighten over my hips. My bark’s slipping away again, which means it’s his turn…
“Kiss me.” But it isn’t a bark. Not even close.
It’s a soft, desperate plea. And somehow, that’s even harder to resist.
He nudges forward, nose brushing mine, lips almost touching mine. “Please, omega.”
My breath catches, we’re so close. Just turning my face causes our mouths to graze, barely a ghost of a touch—
He growls, yanking me closer by my hips, and devours.
I moan into the kiss, at the feel of his tongue over mine. My fingers tighten around his damp strands, but I’m not in control, not at all.
He controls me, rocking my hips over his hard bulge. I whimper, and he snarls against my mouth, but we don’t stop.
I can feeleverything. I’ve got a thin pair of underwear on, that’s it. I didn’t think I’d be grinding on a hard alpha cock when I got dressed this morning.
But life is full of surprises.
“Sylvan,” I pant around his kisses. His rocks are slow but firm, and every time, he hits my clit on something that seems to get even harder. “Syl, I’m...”
“Are you going to come like this, omega? Grinding over my knot?”
