She might as well be made of stone with how little she reacts. “I thought you wanted me to avoid you.”
I throw my arms up in frustration. “I do!”
Her voice drops to a low, dangerous hiss. “Then why are you yelling at me for going to my dressing room so you can do whatever the fuck it is you’ve decided isn’t possible when I’m around?!”
“Because I—” I’m panting, raw and breathless. “Because you can’t use your alpha powers on me just because I’m an om—” Shit, that was close. There are still too many ears around here. I shake my head. “You can’t just order me around like that!”
She tilts her head, predatory. “Oh, so you’d have been able to get through the shoot otherwise?”
“Yes!”
“Really?” she demands, incredulous.
I can’t get a full breath down. Fuck, it’s hot in here. “Well—that’s beside the point.”
“Is it? I thought you wanted to get this over with as painlessly as possible.”
“I do!”
Her eyes narrow. “Then why the fuck are you here yelling at me for helping you?!”
“Because I don’t need your help! I don’t need—I don’t need some alpha to manage me. Least of all some cocky, entitled bitch of aprincesslike you?—”
Her hand circles my neck as her growl rattles down my spine, and I go limp. Heat floods my brain, making my breath shudder.
“You fucking brat.” She pulls me into the dressing room, shutting the door and pinning my back against it. “You’rebeggingto be managed…”
All I can do is whimper, breathing hard against the pressure on my neck.
“I’m going to make you say it this time,” she growls against my ear.
My spine arches, head tipping back, as violent tingling drips from her voice.
I tremble in her grasp. “S-say what…”
“Go on. Tell me why you came here to yell at me. Tell me what you really want. Surely you can’t beentirelyoblivious…”
“I…” My mind is blank and hazy.
Her hand tightens, and she slams me back against the door again. My cock throbs so hard, I nearly climax right then.
“Say it,” she hisses.
“Please… god,pleasefuck me.”
In a surge of muscle and heat, her mouth closes around mine, tongue pressing in with that taste of salt and coconut. My body comes to life as I moan into her lips, trembling and pawing at my costume.
She palms my cock, and my scream might have reached the hall if not for her mouth muffling it.
“Oh, you’re already so hard for me,” she purrs. “You’d have a lot of explaining to do if you came in your costume…”
“D-don’t—” My eyes roll back as I shudder, and orgasmic sparks radiate from her touch. “I’m so close…”
A cruel chuckle slides down my neck. “Well, you’re even more pathetic than I thought. Playing so hard to get when you’re smart enough to know what you need…”
Christine unzips the back of my bodysuit, yanking it down off my arms and hips. It stays tangled around my wrists and knees, but that doesn’t interfere with her plans as she pushes me backwards over the makeup table, sending brushes and palettes scattering.
She hooks her claws around the edge of my briefs, leaving streaks of pain behind as she tugs them down, freeing my cock to throb in the air.
