Page 15 of The Alpha's Warlock
“What I need is to fuck you,” he ground out, hoarse and low. “I need to knot you.”
I squeaked and jumped as claws pricked at my side where his fingers flexed against my skin. “Okay, okay, just can you control the shift a little?”
He surged up my body, growling, his arm coming out from under me and dumping me on the bed. In half a second he had both my wrists pinned over my head and his fanged face was an inch away. His eyes had gone full alpha, and he looked wild, and dangerous, and out of control. My cock gave a hopeful twitch.
Jesus, there was something wrong with me.
“This is what I am. If you have a problem with that then you shouldn't have mated a fucking werewolf, Nate!”
I opened my mouth to say something about not exactly having a choice, or something straight-up mean. Because that was how I'd responded to him for years, and — no.
Honestly, he was still a jerk. But now he was my jerk, and he'd just swallowed my come, and when I took a second to think about it...he didn't sound pissed. He soundedhurt.
“I know what you are. I just don't want your claws to come out while you're fingering me.”
His mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened, and then he huffed out a laugh. “Sorry,” he muttered sheepishly. “That makes sense.”
Ian might have had scary glowing eyes and scary long claws, and his fangs pressing at his lips ought to have been either terrifying or silly-looking, but...yeah, he was kind of adorable like this, all flustered. It was the amazing orgasm and the happy mate-bond messing with my mind. It had to be. Because ‘adorable’ and ‘Ian’ didn't go together. That was crazy talk.
Whatever it was, it loosened the grip I'd momentarily gotten on my stupid tongue. I winked at him. “Don't worry, not like it's my first time dealing with the problem...” And then I faltered to a stop, struck dumb by the look on his face.
It was like watching a car crash play out right there in the glow of his eyes and the set of his mouth. The screeching halt, and then the impact, and then theOh shit, what the fuck have I done.
He jerked back like I'd punched him right between the eyes. A second later he was digging in the milk crate for the bottle of lube, and then it landed with a thump on the bed next to me. “You take care of it, then,” he said, voice clipped.
I flinched. It would've been better if he'd changed his mind — if the reminder that his cousin used to fuck me on the regular had made him lose interest.
But it couldn't. Because of the bond. He needed to fuck me as much as I'd needed his touch, and it didn't matter how little the thought of fucking Jared's sloppy seconds turned him on.
And okay, fuck that. Fuck. That. Jared had been interested, and he'd pursued me, and I'd spread my legs because I was lonely and miserable and desperate for someone to touch me, someone I knew at least a little better than some anonymous leering top in the back of a club. We had a thing for a while, but it had been over for a few weeks before he ended up dead without a mark on him in a field a couple of miles outside of town. I'd finally decided I was worth more than that.
Not that Ian knew that, of course. I was pretty sure he thought we were still together, for a certain value of together, when Jared died, and that was why he blamed me. He thought Jared had been going to see me when whatever killed him caught up to him outside of the pack territory.
But I wasn't Jared's grieving widower, or whatever. And I hadn't belonged to Jared — Jared never wanted me to, for one thing, even though he'd been pissed as hell when I broke it off.
I wasme, not someone else's leftovers, and Ian was Ian, not just Jared's cousin, and I wasnotgoing to be anyone's second — or default — choice, ever again.
“Lie down on the bed, on your back,” I said. Firmly. With intent.
Ian stared at me in angry confusion. “What?”
“On. Your. Back.” I sat up and scooted to the side, waving my hand at the center of the bed. He didn't move. “Seriously. Do it, or I'm taking a shower, and having my goddamn coffee, and you can stick your knot in a fucking hole in the ground for all I care.”
Eyeing me warily, Ian slowly shifted over and laid back, his hands twitching awkwardly at his sides. Despite everything, his cock stood proud and tall, flushed deep crimson at the head. My gaze zeroed in on it. I couldn't help it. It was the most eye-catching thing in the room, and fuuuck, it was big.
I swung a leg over and straddled him, staring down at it. I could handle it. I could handle Ian. And fuck his alpha bullshit, I was going to make him beg.
Chapter 11
Getting the Last Word
“Don't move,” I warned him. “I mean it.”
Ian narrowed his eyes at me, but that glare didn't have quite as much of an effect when I was sitting on his hips with both of us totally naked.
Strike that. It had at least as much of an effect, but it was different from the usual. I wasn't pissed, and I wasn't afraid. Iwanted. I wanted to win this round, which was petty as hell, but even worse, I wantedhim. Luckily I'd come so hard I wasn't nearly ready to get another erection, so I could pretend for a minute that he was the only one so worked up he could hardly think. Unless he could interpret the sound of my pounding heart. Hopefully he'd mistake it for anger.
I kept eye contact as I shifted backwards, sliding down his thighs. He swallowed hard enough that I heard his throat click, and his body tensed under me. Carefully settling between his legs, I smoothed my hands up his thighs, tracing the rigid muscles there. His skin was still a little damp, from the shower or from sweat, his body hair coarse. The combination of textures made my palms tingle.
