Jamie looks at me expectantly, and when I don’t elaborate, he cracks a smile. “Well… why?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” I tease.
His smile widens. He’s getting the hang of my games. “Yeah, but Iwantyou to.”
“And what do we do when we want something?”
His eyes shine up at me. “Please, alpha.Pleasetell me.”
The words go straight to my cunt.Fuck.
“Because,” I purr, grazing my teeth along his neck. “I don’t want to share even asecondof your time with anyone. You aremineandonlymine.”
He shudders against me. “That’s veryselfishof you…”
“What are you going to do about it?” I brush my fingertips on the inside of his knee.
“I…”
“Are you going to try tofixme, Jamie Brennan?” My fingers trail higher.
His voice turns breathy. “I…”
“Or are you just going to cum about it?”
I palm his cock, and he arches into me, moaning so sweetly.
“T-that one,” he gasps, and in short order I have him unraveling for me again.
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JAMIE
Morgan stays the night. Surrounded by her scent, I sleep better than I have since I left Pleasantwood. And… the fact that she tired me out with another couple of orgasms, tongue working hungrily over my cock and ass, certainly didn’t hurt.
As I stir in the morning, I find her arms around me. I rub my eyes, the brightness from the window telling me I’ve slept later than usual.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” she says, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“Mmmm… did you sleep okay?”
“No. This mattress is terrible. You’re moving.”
I chuckle sleepily. “Imagine an alpha being pickier about bedding than an omega…” Though I guess it makes sense ‘cause she’s so tall…
“I’m serious.”
“Hm? But what about the cats?”
“Bring them. I’ll send movers for the rest of your stuff. Pack what you’ll need for the next twenty-four hours.”
“…Rightnow?”
“Unless you have a good enough reason to keep me waiting…?”
I yawn and stretch. “Well, okay. I mean…Yes, alpha.”
My slightly smug grin dissolves in a yelp as Morgan tackles me back into the bed.
