Page 48 of Cruel Alpha: Season One

That reaction,andthose words,are so addictive that I draw him into my mouth this time. He makes the sound again as hot steel grazes my tongue, and the seat of my underwear grows damp and sticky against my skin. My hands tighten around his base, and I try to push my lips all the way down, but he’s too big.

I’ve never done this foranyman, so I have no clue if I’m even doing it right. But when Caspian’s head falls back, settling against the wall, I take it as a sign of his enjoyment.

“Your mouth feels fucking amazing,” he breathes. “But the day I get to feel your tight, sweet pussy… shit, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back.”

More moisture pools between my legs, and his fantasy becomes my own. One in which he’s impaling me with his massive cock, making me soak every single inch as I come.

“Just like that,” he says. “You’re doing so,sogood.”

His praise causes a moan to hum in my throat, and I can only guess he feels it when his eyes open, and his gaze lowers to meet mine.

“You like knowing you’re about to make me explode, Little Wolf? You like knowing my knees are fucking weak right now?”

His grip tightens around my hair, and I suck harder, wanting—no…needing—him to come.Needingto know I’ve pleased him.

The smoothness of his belt touches my palms when I move my grip to where his pants rest loosely halfway down his thighs. He thrusts, gently pushing deeper into my mouth, and the moment I begin feeling desperate for his cum, desperate to know the full measure of his taste…

“Fuck!”

His voice carries over the music as hot liquid explodes from his cock, pumping over my tongue and down my throat. My gaze never breaks watching his stomach clench and release with tension as I swallow. I smooth my palm up the solid ridges of his abdomen, and he rests his hand on top of mine, squeezing as he finishes.

An unexpected feeling rushes through me as my alpha’s sated cock falls from my lips. It’s new and powerful, and… I want more of it.

He helps me to my feet, and my eyes stay trained on his as the word to describe this feeling flutters into my mind.

When it comes to him, I’m becoming undeniably…possessive.

He tucks himself back inside his underwear, and then zips his pants before bringing me to him by my waist. I stop breathing when the soft pad of his thumb brushes the corner of my damp lips. Then, he kisses me. And just like that, the small tingle between my legs turns to full-fledged quaking as he squeezes my jaw, forcing my lips open as his tongue pushes into my mouth.

His hand settles between us, stopping between my thighs as he traces the outline of my pussy with his fingers. I breathe and he steals it away, swallowing it down as I gasp for air, chasing his lips for one last taste.

“And now to pleaseyou,Little Wolf,” he says, his deep voice rumbling in my ear.

I arch toward him, rolling my hips to get more friction from his touch, but I haven’t forgotten what this was about. What I did tonight was only meant to establish a truce between us, to make up for my lack of concern for his pleasure in the past, to show him he doesn’t have to look outside our home when he’s in need of physical attention.

“No.”

His body stills against mine when I decline his offer, but I intend to stand my ground.

“No?”

His gaze locks with mine and there’s unmistakable sternness in his eyes.

I shake my head and force a small amount of space between us. “No. This was all for you. I?—”

The words fall flat when Caspian’s mouth crashes down on mine again, and this time, when his hands return to my waist, it’s to push my pants and panties down to my thighs.

“Cas, you don’t have to… I just…” I lose my train of thought when a single finger barely breeches my slit. Just enough to tease my clit and… “Cas, please.”

“I like that,” he croons, “hearing you say my name that way.”

I’m not worth much at the moment, as he practically turns me into a puddle at his feet, but I think I understand. Using the shortened version of his name is… intimate.

And without even meaning to, I’ve shown him that I see him as more than my alpha. But also as a lover, a mate.

My steps are guided back toward the bed, and my knees give against the rounded edge of the mattress. I fall onto the sheet, staring down my body toward him. It’s in this moment that I accept that I’ve lost my will to protest, my will to prove how selfless I can be.

Because I want nothing more than to come right now.

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