Page 10 of The Alpha's Gamble
The wet misery in my jeans was all my own doing, my own body’s betrayal.
The moisture leaking out of my eyes probably looked like tears. If MacKenna thought he’d made me cry, on top of every other humiliation the last few minutes had brought me, I might have to jump out the window.
Hell, I might even survive it. Not that I cared that much as long as I could get out of his sight. Better a splattered pancake on the Vegas Strip than MacKenna sneering at me for having tears in my eyes and a wet spot on my clothes after he coerced me into sucking him off.
I started to pull off of his cock, my breath finally having given out completely, and my vision going dark—and then, horribly, my lips caught around him.
I was fuckingstuck, and it was—he’d gotten—the fucker wasknotting my mouth! Oh, fuck, I couldn’t get away, the corners of my lips would split, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t—I flailed, hitting his legs, my own legs kicking…
And then MacKenna stuck a finger in each corner of my mouth and tugged, yanking his cock out at the same time, the knot popping out obscenely. The sensation of his not quite as huge cockhead ripping out of my throat and out through my mouth had me choking and coughing, reeling forward dizzily and landing with my forehead pressed against his upper thigh, my chest against the front edge of the sofa.
My throat ached and burned, the pain fading quickly as my natural healing took care of the damage done, but the sensation of being opened and filled and used was one that I thought might linger for a while, if not forever.
Yeah, I’d remember this.
Belatedly, I also remembered that I’d done that to myself—that I’d set out to take control.
And I’d proved that he wanted me, and that my blowjob skills were a few notches above terrible.
But part of that would’ve been remaining unaffected myself.
And I’d signally failed in that regard.
I panted against his leg, head still spinning too much for me to sit up, no matter how embarrassing it might be to have fallen into his lap.
A big, warm, heavy hand settled on the nape of my neck.
And for a second, one brief, horribly mortifyingly thrilling moment, I thought he was offering me some kind of help or comfort. The heat of him settled into my bones, soothing me, giving me the security of having an alpha taking charge and making everything all right—an instinct I couldn’t control, even as an alpha myself.
He wrapped a hand in the overlong strands of my hair, tugging my head up without any particular gentleness.
“You’re not done,” he said, his voice a little rough, but not nearly as much as I’d hoped. I’d wanted him totally overwhelmed, dammit. Well, that had backfired on me.
Blinking up through still-wet eyes at his hard, implacable face, I didn’t think the knotting had been involuntary, either. Most of the time, alphas could control that response—unless they were completely lost to the mating instinct, which clearly wasn’t the case here.
My cock hadn’t even wanted to knot. I usually didn’t unless I was inside someone, and even then I could count on one hand the number of times I’d bothered. Getting away quickly usually trumped the take-it-or-leave-it pleasure of letting my knot expand, feeling it pulse in tight heat.
Apparently MacKenna didn’t have the same relationship with knotting that I did.
Lucky me.
“What do you mean I’m not done?” I rasped, sounding like a ninety-year-old cigar smoker.
A thin, unpleasant smile teased the corners of his mouth.
“I didn’t want to choke you to death. You’re welcome. But my knot needs some attention, Castelli.”
Some attention. His knot needed someattention? How fucking much more attention could I give the fucking thing, when I’d already had it crammed in my mouth?
I gaped at him, dumbstruck.
And then he wrapped his hand more firmly in my hair and pushed me toward his cock again, until my mouth pressed against his knot.
Attention. He wanted…
“Lick it, Castelli,” he growled, pushing me even closer, until I had to open my mouth or let my lips get crushed between my teeth and his cock.
The last of the fight went out of me at that. I’d get it back, and I’d give him hell. You couldn’t keep a Castelli alpha down for long, right? (Unless you held his head down and shoved it into an even more alpha cock, but details.) Fuck it. I’d already choked on his knot. The mechanics of dealing with his giant dick didn’t bother me that much, really—it was mostly his nerve in thinking he could get away with treating me like this.
