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Somehow, he ended up without his shirt, but we hadn’t progressed into my apartment at all. He was still pressed into the door, and I had one leg hooked up over his hip, my pajama shirt half unbuttoned so that he could tease my nipples with his thumbs and his palms and his mouth.

At which point, he said, “Do you want to be ordered around, omega?”

For some reason, the question stopped me cold. I wasn’t sure if I did want it. I knew that if he did order me around, it would make me wet, and I would be turned on by submitting to him. I was an omega, and that was an aspect of me. But was it what I wanted?

If Damian had asked me this, I wouldn’t have thought about it. The answer would have been immediate, Yes, please, alpha. And I could not deny that there had been a quality to all of my sexual interludes with Damian that had been incredibly arousing, but all of the arousal had come from absorbing his desire as my own.

I narrowed my eyes. “Do you want me to make you feel better, alpha?”

He groaned again.

“You feel guilty about this, don’t you?” I raised my eyebrows. “But you’re doing it anyway.”

He gasped. “I should stay away from you, Leo. I’ve always known you were off limits. But that was before I knew how you tasted.”

I shuddered, liking that. “You miss the taste of me?”

“I think about it and fist myself every night to get to sleep,” he said in a very low voice.

“You want to lick my pussy, Vincent?”

“More than anything on earth.”

I backed away from him.

He straightened up against the door, shirtless, his shoulders impressive and rippling, his thick chest covered in accents of dark chest hair.

My lips parted, and I kept backing up. I beckoned.

He lurched away from the door, coming after me. “I bet you don’t think of me at all.”

“Is that what you think?”

“I bet when you think of me, you just swear at me, call me names, hate me,” he said.

“Maybe that’s what you deserve,” I said.

“Maybe it is,” he said.

I sat down on the couch in the living room. “Lick my pussy and do a good job and maybe I’ll hate you less.”

He smirked, coming in to me. “Do you hate me, Leo?”

“I hate the fucking both of you,” I said. “On your knees, Vincent. On your knees, alpha.”

His expression tightened in obvious lust. “Do you have any idea how hard I am for you?”

“Lick my pussy and do a good job and maybe I’ll look at your cock,” I said.

He groaned again. “You are the sexiest woman in the entire world.” He got down on his knees. He settled between my thighs, and he pulled off my silky pajama pants, which were all that I was wearing, because I didn’t bother with underwear under my pjs at night, too uncomfortable.

He licked me.

It felt like a tongue of flame, sizzling into me. I felt it burning through all my defenses.

He lifted one of my thighs and tucked it over his shoulder, and I put my pussy right in his face, and he took my clit between his lips and started to suck.

I convulsed. This was something he couldn’t do to me when he’d been in wolf form, and I liked it. It felt intense, the pressure all over the most sensitive part of me, and I began to make little sharp cries as he suckled me in a rhythm.