“Where’s the key for this? We should give you a break.”
“Uh, well…” He hops off the bar stool and ducks into his room, returning with a frozen water bottle. A key glints at the bottom.
“Clever boy,” I say. “No hasty decisions, then.”
“It’s actually really comfortable. And maybe I shouldn’t take it off unless we’re… um… separated.”
“What,” I croon, trailing a claw just under the leather. “You don’t trust me?”
His spine quivers, and he looks up at me with those big green eyes, that dark collar so pretty on his neck. “I don’t trust myself not to beg,” he breathes.
The beast flashes forward, my blood going hot as my hand wraps possessively around the base of his throat, and I lean down to nip his ear. “Aren’t you just a perfect little thing…” He’s shaking, and I can’t help myself. “You want it sobad…”
“Yes…”
I hook a finger through the ring on the front of the collar and pull him into a hard kiss, spreading a hand across his back to keep him from falling over.
When I finally pull away, we’re both panting.
My mouth waters thinking about sinking my teeth into the base of his neck. “Alright, good call,” I murmur, still notentirely in control of myself. “Keep the collar on.”
I force myself to step away and let Jamie finish his breakfast, putting the water bottle back into the freezer.
We can’t get to the loft fast enough.
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I picked a low-cut top today—an emerald blazer that fastens corset-style under my breasts, putting my cleavage on full display—with a matching pencil skirt.
I love watching Jamie struggle to keep from looking at my chest, my legs. He blushes so perfectly every time I catch him.
He actually believes me when I say I have something to show him in the back of the jet, and he’s so busy marveling at the existence of a bedroom, let alone the luscious black sheets, that I catch him off-guard when I tackle him from behind and earn the most delicious yelp.
All it takes is my weight against him and he’s already hot, aching, dripping for me. I grip the collar with my teeth and bite hard, sending him whimpering.
It’s oh-so-easy to flip him and pin his hands above his head, and he’s already writhing for me.
I hook a claw behind the button on his jeans and snap it off, creating enough slack for me to yank the denim away. I don’t have the patience to do the same with his briefs, so my claws sink into the fabric, shredding it. He quivers where those points graze his skin.
I pull up my skirt, and his eyes widen as he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath. A moment later, my cunt sinks down over him.
He moans loudly enough for the pilot to hear.
The sound is especially sweet with my heightened hearing. I won’t fully shift, but my ears stretch longer and my eyes become exquisitely sensitive as my pupils morph to slits.
Jamie’s ass clenches and his back tries to arch, but to noavail. I’m setting the pace—hard and fast.
“M-mor, if you k-keep doing that… I’m gonna—”
“Ah-ah-ah,” I scold, stopping suddenly.
Jamie’s mouth gapes open, his body trembling.
“Fuck,” he whimpers.
My own hips shake, aching to move again. This isn’t like with other alphas, where I remain utterly in control. There’s no hiding how much this is getting me off.
And Jamie sees it, and the way it pushes his arousal into an even higher gear gives me no choice but to rock my hips again.
