Page 59 of In Control

“So,” he says.

“So,” I repeat.

“How are we feeling about last night?” I lick a flake of pastry off my lip and grin. “Can I take it you have no regrets then?”

“I don’t really do regrets.”

His warm eyes swim around my face and trail down my neck. The path of his gaze warms my skin. “I like that.”

“Do you have any?” I ask, placing my cup down on the bedside table.

“No,” he says, holding my eyes. “I’m hoping there will be plenty of opportunities to repeat last night.” He peers over the top of his cup at me and then places it on the table too. He’s back in his shirt and jeans from last night and all of a sudden that seems a mighty shame.

“We could repeat it right now?” I say, crawling towards him.

“Without Liam?”

“Does Liam have to be here for us to do this?” I ask seriously. I’m still feeling around in the dark for the boundaries here, for the outline of the rules.

“No, he doesn’t. This is an us thing. You and me, Sophia.”

“Good,” I say, swinging my leg over his waist and coming to straddle him. I undo the buttons of his shirt and he simply sits back and watches me, a beautiful amused smile resting on his lips.

“Are you a spoiled omega after all?” I ask. “You like being taken care of.”

“Variety is the spice of life,mon chéri. Sometimes I like to be cared for, sometimes I like to care.”

“I think it’s time for me to take care of you,” I purr, scraping my nails down the planes of his smooth chest, down his taut abdomen and to the waistband of his jeans. His breath hitches as I unloop the belt buckle and unzip his fly. He’s not wearing any briefs underneath and with two sharp tugs, I force his jeans down his thighs. Then I stare at his lap. His cock with its glorious bend, stands waiting for me, hard and stiff, and there’s enough of his slick I won’t need any lube.

I take him in my hand and stroke his soft skin as I shuffle forwards on my knees.

“Hmmm, I like this,” he murmurs.

“What do you like about it?” I ask.

“How gentle you are,” he croons and I wonder if he craves this. He’s been at the mercy of alphas, of his packmates for all this time. Of strong grips, tight fingers, hard thrusts. Maybe I can give him something different, something he needs just as much.

I continue to stroke him between my legs as I lean in to kiss him. A slow, lingering kiss, barely touching his wet lips with mine, designed to tease him.

When he starts to grow restless, his hands landing on my waist, I rise up on my knees, lining him up below me and then sinking down onto him.

He lets out a strangled cry and I lick my tongue down his jaw and his neck, skating it along his collar bone.

“Move,” he gasps. “Fuck, Sophia, move.”

I wait a heartbeat before I do, and then I circle my hips in an excruciating pace that tortures me as well as him, his cock hitting every live wire inside me.

His right hand slides up my body, tracing my figure as I continue to grind into him, and halts at my tits. Here he skims his fingertips over my nipples making me cry out with the electricity.

His other hand skims around to my arse cheeks and finds my tight hole. He strokes at this too, carefully adding a finger inside me. I cry out again.

“You like that, huh?” he asks, continuing to play with me, cupping and squeezing and tweaking and probing. I increase my movements, rising up and down his shaft, up and down, up and down, until I’m bouncing on his cock. “Two holes, little beta, two holes to play with, now just think what we could do with those.”

The bed rattles. The headboard slams against the wall. My tits bounce in his hands and his jaw grows tighter and tighter.

I brace myself against his shoulders, working so hard, sweat pools along my collar bones and rolls between my breasts. The pressure inside me builds as I fuck him harder and harder and harder, and then, finally it breaks, the two of us coming together, his hot spend flooding inside me as I clench and convulse around his cock.

I collapse into his arms and he holds me, panting as I regain my breath.

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