Page 78 of The Alpha's Pretend Mate

She could feel the power coursing through her, the excitement of being in control.

Kneeling before him, she marveled at the sight of him, strong and muscular, with an undeniable hunger in his eyes.

Her fingers grazed his chest, slow and deliberate, savoring the taut ripple of muscles beneath her touch. His breath hitched as she moved lower, eyes darkening with desire.

She had never seen him this vulnerable, and it sent a jolt of power through her. Alysa’s heart raced, nerves dancing in her stomach, but excitement drowned them out. She could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, her body reacting to the sheer intimacy of having Cassius at her mercy.

“I’m going to take my time,” she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. Cassius’s blue eyes met hers, a flicker of surprise there. She was never this assertive, but tonight was different.

Without breaking eye contact, Alysa positioned herself between his legs, her hands tracing the firm line of his abdomen. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, and she could feel the growing hardness straining against his pants. She unfastened them slowly, the metal of his zipper making a soft, satisfying rasp that sent a thrill down her spine.

Cassius exhaled sharply as she freed his erection, thick and already throbbing with need. Alysa wrapped her hand around the base, the weight of him heavy in her palm.

He was enormous—more than she could ever fully take—but the thought only excited her further. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and she reveled in the gasp that escaped his lips.

Her lips parted, and she lowered her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head in a slow, deliberate motion.

This is mine. He is mine.

Alysa took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, teasing him slowly, enjoying the way his body responded to her every move. She could feel her own arousal pooling between her thighs, the heat building as she focused on giving him pleasure.

Cassius groaned, his hips shifting instinctively, but the bindings held him in place. The raw desire in his voice ignited something primal in Alysa.

She took him deeper, inch by inch, her mouth stretching around his girth as her hand pumped what her mouth couldn’t reach. The sound of his ragged breathing spurred her on—each moan a reward for her efforts.

“Fuck, Alysa,” Cassius groaned, his voice thick with desire. “That feels so good.”

Her confidence grew, and she slid him deeper, working her mouth and hands in rhythm, letting her instincts guide her. She loved the way he filled her, loved the taste of him as she bobbed her head, the tension between them palpable. She was in control, and it felt exhilarating.

He’s completely at my mercy.

Her free hand slid up his thigh, nails dragging lightly over his skin, sending shivers through his body. She set a rhythm, bobbing her head as her hand squeezed and twisted at the base, and Cassius’s restrained groans only grew louder.

He was close, she could tell. The way his body tensed, the way his hips jerked involuntarily—it was all building to a crescendo. But Alysa wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

Pulling back, she released him with a soft pop, his cock glistening with her saliva. Cassius’s chest heaved, his eyes glazed over with lust. The need in his expression made her stomach clench with arousal, but she maintained control, brushing her thumb over the head of his cock, teasing.

“Alysa…” Cassius’s warning voice was strained, his jaw clenched in frustration. He pulled against the restraints.

I’m not done.

Ignoring his plea, Alysa dipped her head again, taking him deeper than before. Her throat tightened around him as she moved faster, her hand working in tandem with her mouth.

The pressure building between her own thighs was almost unbearable, but she pushed it aside, focusing entirely on the man tied helplessly to the bed beneath her.

Just when his body began to tense, his muscles coiling with the anticipation of release, Alysa felt his hands break free from the restraints. Their roles shifted in an instant, his dominant presence filling the space.

“Not so fast,” he growled, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

In a flash, he was no longer at her mercy. Cassius moved with feral speed, flipping her onto her back with ease, his hands pinning her wrists above her head.

“You’ve had your turn,” he whispered, pulling her to him. His blue eyes glinted with primal desire, a mixture of hunger and something deeper, something that sent shivers coursing through her.

His gaze was wild, a mixture of lust and hunger that made her heart race. Alysa’s breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “Now, it’s mine.”

Cassius leaned in, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, “You think you can take control, huh?”

Alysa met his gaze, her heart pounding with exhilaration.

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