Page 58 of Feral Alphas

“No. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You are never to run away from this house again. If you want to leave, or you’re unhappy, you sit down with me and have a discussion like a damn adult. Do I make myself clear?”

“I swear on my mother’s name, it will never happen again.”

Colt puffs out a deep breath. “I’m not ready to forgive you, Luka. I think you almost gave me a heart attack today.”

I wince.

“There will be consequences for this outrageous stunt.”

I nod and my shoulders droop, but nothing can take away from the joy ballooning tightly through my chest. I can stay. “I understand, Sir. I deserve it.”

He jerks his hand across his face, scratching at his beard. “Did you drink all your water today?”

I fight back a smile as he slips into our normal routine. “Yes, Sir.”

“Did you touch yourself?”

“No, Sir.”

“Is your safe word still in play?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.” He orders me to take my pants off and kneel up on the table. My rigid cock bounces on the hardwood between my thighs as I wait for his instructions. “Touch yourself, Luka.”

He pulls a chair out and sits down where he has an eye-level view. Him watching is enough to send butterflies swarming through my stomach as my hand closes around my hot cock.

“Up and down, slowly,” he says, and I bite on my lip. “I’m still angry with you, Luka.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“So you better do a good job and please me. Speed up.” After another moment he goes and grabs a paper bag off the cabinet and pulls out a bottle. “I picked this up today as your reward for yesterday. It’s a synthetic rose scent. Nothing like the real thing, but it’s edible.”

I moan at the idea as he pours a generous streak directly onto my cock. “Rub it in.” The gentle aroma hits me, and the fact it’s floral is enough to kick me into top gear.

“Do you want my hands on you, Luka?”

“Yes, Sir!” I rasp.

“Well, you’re not getting them.”

My cock jerks and my breath catches.

“Touch your ring.”

I moan as the molten lust burns through my shaft at the lightest touch.

“Get serious, Luka. I want to see you sweat.”

I yank my chain like my life depends on it because somehow it feels like it really does. One evening out in the real world was enoughto teach me this man is my everything. And he brought me back because he fucking needs me. Nothing in the world could feel better than a washed-up fool like me being needed.

Colt swears and growls under his breath as he adjusts the tent in his own trousers, and that subtle movement brings me to breaking point.

“Sir!”

“Did I say you could come, Luka?”

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