Page 42 of The Alpha's Gamble
“That’s the opposite of what I said. I told you I’ve already worked most of a full day, and I’m planning to go back for another before I knock off for the night. Looking for a way out, Blake?” He ran his hands up my legs, letting them settle on my inner thighs, thumbs almost brushing my hole.
“No!” I squeaked, and cleared my throat, feeling all the blood rush to my cheeks. The ones on my face, specifically, though maybe my ass was blushing too. I wouldn’t blame it, the way he’d been staring at it. “No,” I said again, consciously lowering my voice. “I know this is my work day.”
The fingers on my thighs tightened bruisingly for a second and then released before I could flinch, almost before I noticed.
“Yeah, it is. And I think I also mentioned this was my lunch break. So spread your legs.”
“They’re already spread pretty much as far as they can—the fuck, Declan—what are you—fuck!” I threw my head back on a moan of mingled shock, horror, and a thrill I couldn’t even find a name for as he ducked his head and buried his face between my legs, his tongue flicking behind my balls.
He ignored me, shoving one leg impossibly wider with one hand and cupping my balls in the other, keeping them out of his way as he—as he—fucking hell, he had histongue in me, pushing past that little ring and delving inside. It felt nothing like a cock or a finger, far too mobile and slick and clever.
But thick enough to stretch me, and long enough to make me feel it.
He didn’t have to urge me to spread any more; I did it on my own, kicking out and curling my toes into the bed, arms thrashing until my hands landed in the one place I didn’t want them to go: Declan’s hair. I wrapped it around my fingers, digging in and pinning his head in place, pushing my body up to meet him. He groaned, and the vibration of it against my sensitive flesh, tunneling into me, made me bite off a whimper and nearly cut through my lip with my teeth.
This was the last thing I wanted. To show him how much I—gods, how much I needed this, the pressure and heat building inside me, my cock so hard it hurt, but I didn’t want to touch it, I wanted to touchhim—
He pulled his tongue out and bit me, not hard, but a nibble along the edge of my slick hole, his fangs down and almost pricking my skin.
My whole body shuddered as I arched up, coming helplessly into the empty air, spattering my own stomach and chest. Heart racing and lungs laboring, I couldn’t do more than lie there and quiver once I collapsed.
My hands were still buried in his hair. Could I let go? I needed to let go. My fingers didn’t move.
At last Declan took the choice out of my hands, literally, lifting his head and dislodging me. My arms flopped down limp onto the bed.
I dared to peek at him under my eyelashes.
His eyes glowed down at me, as intent as they’d been before he…ate me.
If this was cannibalism, then sign me up.
I managed not to say that out loud, thankfully. He’d have thought I’d lost my mind.
“I told you what I was going to do,” he said. “You didn’t know what I meant?”
“No,” I whispered, too wrung out to be anything but honest. “It never crossed my mind.”
Because Declan, alpha-est alpha in Vegas—not to mention how much he hated me—getting me off with his tongue in my ass?
No, that hadn’t occurred to me. Cannibalism had truly seemed a lot likelier.
He grinned again, this time with a gleam of those fangs he’d dropped while he ate me out. And retrospectively, that ought to have terrified me.
It didn’t. I just wanted it again.
“Turn over,” he said. “I’m taking a long lunch today.”
I rolled over onto my stomach, grimacing into the pillow at the mess smeared on my front and now on the bedding, and closed my eyes. He could do all the work of slicking me, and stretching me, and teasing me with his fingers, and fucking his cock in nice and deep, and knotting me until I couldn’t take it—
Yeah, okay, my own cock had already gotten fucking hard again.
He could still do all the work.
And he did.
Chapter 14
What’s Worse?
