Page 34 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

“Something. Anything. I- I don’t know.” There’s a panicked tinge to her tone, as if she really doesn’t want to lose.

It amuses me to watch her fight against my dominance so hard, and yet it’s the one thing that will send her over the edge. Tightening my hold around her waist, I growl in her ear, my lips curving into a smile as she shudders beneath me.

“You’re overthinking it, love. Just let go. Feel me touching you, owning you. Breathe for me. In and out. That’s it. That’s my good little slave.”

She whimpers, her body tensing even more. Just a bit closer. She’s almost there. I so badly want her to come, to win, and to learn that her body craves this, craves me.

“You’re going to come for me, slave.” I continue. “Is that understood?” I roughen my touch, pinching her clit just enough to give her a slice of pain.

“Yes, Master,” she howls, her body going ramrod.

Nonsensical sounds, whimpers, and words flow from her lips as she grinds against my hand. After a moment or two, her body explodes into a flurry of movement as she tips forward, planting her hands on my knees.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” she murmurs long andlow. “Fuuuuuuuuck.”

After a few more moments, her movements stop until any extra stimulation on my part makes her jerk back with a soft whimper. And not a moment too soon. In a mad scramble, I slide her off my lap and help her compose herself.

“Thank you for using our cable car,” the attendant chirps as he opens the door. “I hope you have enjoyed your visit.”

Next to me, Jessica can only mumble her replied thanks. Giving the man a large grin, I nod and thank him profusely. My omega’s steps are a touch unsteady as I help her navigate away from the crowds.

“By the way. My name is Devin. Just in case you forgot.” She looks up at me, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“I know that.”

“Just wanted to make sure. You said, ‘Oh, God,’ but the name is Devin.”

Her laugh rings out against the older stone as she swats at my arm. God, what I would give to hear her laugh more often. Pulling her into my arms, I give her a soft kiss.

“You won,” I tease, pulling back away. “What is it you want from me?”

With a grin, she bites down on her lower lip and rises onto her tiptoes, leaning in as if she’s about to impart some great secret. However, a split second later, she jerks away as if I’ve burned her. Jessica’s nose juts up in the air as she sniffs.

I scent the air as well, looking for any sort of threat, but only smell a mixture of Alphas, betas, and omegas. “What-”

“Jessica?” A deep, masculine voice booms behind me, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

Turning, I slide my omega behind me and look this newcomer up and down. For an Alpha, the man is small. If hedidn’t smell differently, I’d think he was a beta. Next to him, an omega looks around, her expression bored.

“Who are you?” I can’t seem to keep the growl out of my voice as I hunch down, prepared to protect my bride.

“I’m-”

“Alec.” A hint of sorrow threads through Jessica’s voice as she pushes me out of the way. “I- I don’t understand. Why are you here?”

He glances over at me for a moment before grabbing the other omega by the arm. “I got matched. You know that.”

“Yes,” she grinds out, the pain evident in that one syllable. “I know that. But why are youhere? Greece…” she swallows. “Greece was our thing.”

This must be the ex she mentioned. Narrowing my eyes, I cross my arms, making myself a show of force behind my omega.

“Jess. You had to understand. It’s just Greece.”

“Just. Greece.” Her body bristles as she clenches her hands into fists by her side. “Just Greece? I… We… There were plans.”

“Plans? Babe. Come on.”

I refuse to stand by while my omega is clearly hurting. Pulling her to my chest, I wrap my arm around her shoulders, hugging her tight. “You will refrain from referring to my bride with any pet names. That honor is no longer yours.”

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