Page 206 of Lonely Alpha
Brushing a hand through my hair, I fought the urge to get up and pace. She hadn’t told me to stay here—but it was implied. The desire to be good was almost outweighed by the need to work off some nervous energy. Then she reappeared.
“Were you ever jealous of me?” I asked.
I scanned her after I spoke, swallowing the lump in my throat. Ambrose’s shirt covered her, but now there was a tent in the fabric where the fake cock poked it. She clutched a bottle of lube in her hand.
“Not really,” she said. “Not about your relationship with Ambrose, anyway.”
“About something else, though?”
She came to stand in front of me, and I looked up to meet her eyes. “You had a pack. I thought I never would.” Leighton shrugged. “I think I was a bit too deep in denial to realize that I wanted a pack, though.”
That somehow made me feel better. She wasn’t perfect. Well, she was in most ways. Leighton was everything an alpha was supposed to be—according to society. The only thing she wasn’t, was male. But anyone who held her gender against her didn’t deserve to be in her presence.
But she’d been in denial like I was, and that humanized her more than anything else could.
“Do you still want to do this?” she asked.
I nodded quickly. “Please.”
She smirked. “Good. Ambrose has implied that the best way to make you stop overthinking is to fuck you senseless.”
It was.
Maybe getting pegged was going to help me gain some clarity.
Leighton lifted the shirt by the hem, drawing it over her head and discarding it onto the floor. I groaned, trailing my gaze down her torso to her hips. A black leather harness rested against her flawless skin. Attached to the harness was a dildo in the same nude tone as her skin. It was long and thick, but slightly smaller than Ambrose’s cock, so I knew I could take it.
There was no knot at the base, though. It was a typical beta cock.
“Why isn’t there a knot?” I asked. “I thought you got the toys to use on Kiara.”
“I got this one for you. Open your mouth.”
I didn’t have time to process her statement, because my jaw dropped open at the order. A moment later room temperature silicone touched my tongue. I peered up at her and she pushed her hips forward, driving the toy into my mouth until I gagged on it.
“Is there anything you want me to do to you, baby?”
The pet name sent a thrill through me. She didn’t let me answer right away, choking me with the dildo again.
Spit dripped out of the corner of my mouth when she removed the cock, but Leighton shook her head at my attempt to wipe it off.
“Sensory deprivation,” I murmured. “Usually getting blindfolded is my favourite, but today maybe something else.”
Today I wanted to see her. I wouldn’t be able to escape the knowledge that it was her fucking me if I was watching her body flex on every thrust. That was how I’d get my clarity.
“Got it. Take all your clothes off for me.”
I stood from the couch, coming chest to chest with her. I sucked in a breath of vanilla cream, feeling my cock twitch, and then shrugged off my ruined shirt. My pants went next, boxer briefs along with them.
Leighton bent over to grab the shirt, running the soft fabric between her fingers. “Bend over the couch.”
My heart kicked, but I did it. The position was vulnerable, everything on display for her. It had been a long time since I’d done that for someone new. My hands braced on the back of the couch, and my cock was leaking onto the cushion where I’d just been sitting.
The dildo pressed to the crease of my ass as Leighton leaned over me. She held my shirt suspended between both of her hands. I opened my mouth without being told, and a moment later it was full of the fabric. She tied the ends of the shirt around the back of my head, leaving me gagged.
“Tap me if that’s not OK.”
I kept my hands where they were. She purred and moved back. I looked over my shoulder, watching as she dripped clear lube onto her fingers. More onto the dildo. Even more onto me, the cold liquid making me shy away when it hit my hole.
