Page 96 of Roulette Rodeo
"Because I'm not explaining to Corwin how you drowned during sex," he says bluntly. "And with your circulation issues and my complete lack of self-control around you, it's a real possibility."
I laugh despite myself.
"Way to kill the mood, soldier."
I can start to see the tension leave him, which is a good thing because deep down I think he’s just as nervous as I am.
"Trust me, the mood's not dead." His cock stands proud and thick, and I have a moment of genuine concern about the logistics.
Well…fuck.
"That's... that's not going to fit," I blurt out.
He grins,actually grins, and it's wicked enough to make me squirm.
"It'll fit. Trust me, little cherry. I'll make sure you're ready."
I nod, but I can’t help but lean up and reach out to feel his length, taking in the thickness and the veiny surface that pulses beneath my grip, twitching ever so slightly.
"Red," he says, voice strained.
I look up to find his jaw clenched, hands fisted at his sides.
"What?"
"You keep touching me like that, and this is going to be over before it starts."
"Like this?" I run my hand lower, along his shaft, to the base, and I dare lean more forward, enough to slightly lick the tiplike a taunting brush that makes him actually growl. The sound should be scary.
It's pure alpha dominance, the kind of thing that usually makes omegas submit instantly.
But I'm apparently broken because all it does is make me want to taunt harder, to see how far I can go before he snaps.
"You're playing with fire," he warns.
"Good thing I like the heat,” I counter. "I want this," I whisper, my voice barely a hairsbreadth above a moan. Shiloh's answering grunt, somewhere between a growl and a groan, is all the invitation I need. I guide him closer, my fingers slick with his precum and the droplets of water along his shaft. He's hot and hard and so very real, the weight of him in my palm sending shivers down my spine. I dare to further test him, wanting to try what I’ve watched all the girls normally do like it’s child’s play, but never done it for a man’s pleasure.
Slowly, so slowly, I bring him to my lips, savoring the anticipation. I watch his face as I let my tongue slide over the head of his cock, swirling it around his sensitive tip. His eyes roll back, and a shudder passes through his massive frame.
Emboldened, I open my mouth wider, taking him inch by delicious inch. He tastes salty and musky, alien yet addicting. I run my tongue along his shaft, tracing the ridges with the lightest of touches. Shiloh's hands grip the edge of the counter, as if he's restraining himself from pushing further.
But I'm the one in control here, and right now, I want to savor every second. I bob my head, taking more of him into my mouth, my throat constricting around his girth. He's so big, stretching me in the best way. I moan around him, and I can feel the vibration deep in my core, spurring us both on further.
I look up at him through hooded lids, enjoying the sight of him, of this moment we're sharing, and I can tell he’s far too close to the edge which makes me pull my mouth off him as Iwhisper, "Tell me you want me, Shiloh," I purr. "Tell me you're going to make me yours."
His control breaks as he leans forward to claim my lips, easing me back on my back while somehow spinning my hands up and behind close to where the stack of pillows and headboard is.How did this position happen?I moan into his mouth, his hands forcing my wrists to remain crossed and still, which makes me wetter at the mere idea of being his captive.
It’s such a mindfuck when I think about it.
Went from being a prisoner in a glittering cage with a man who thought of us as nothing but products, but here I am getting turned on by an Alpha, making it impossible to squirm out of his grasp.
We’re panting again, and he growls against my lips.
“Behave, Rowenna,” he warns, using my real name, and it sends goosebumps through me. For a moment, I embrace being the one in the driver’s seat. The power play of it, which is hot as fuck, enough to make me horny with need all over again.
Does that mean I have a kink for that?
In being in control?
