Page 69 of In Control

“But I want you to. That’s all that matters.”

“Are you sure?” His hand creeps higher.

“I am,” I say, rolling my hips into him, daring him to reach right up where I want him.

He finds the lace of my underwear and traces the trim, leading to the waistband. Sliding his thumb under the ribboned elastic, he shimmies them down.

“This had better not be it, Alpha,” I warn, reminded of his packmate’s antics.

He looks at me sternly and forces me to turn so I’m leaning up against the glass of the window.

He takes both my hands in his and pins them above my head and then he rides up my skirt and squeezes my arse.

“Shit,” he mumbles, “you’re fucking beautiful, Sophia, and I want all those people down there below the window to watch as I fuck you.”

I draw in my breath.

He skims his thumb along my crease, finding me already wet for him.

“Would you like that?”

I peer down at the tiny people. They are nothing but ants from up here, but there’s still a chance someone might glance up or someone in another building might look across. The idea has my core spinning with anticipation and excitement.

“I want you to fuck me here and now.”

He nips at my shoulder, sucking on my neck and I hear the zip of his fly, then the nudge of his cock between my legs. He doesn’t enter me though, instead, crouching, he glides his big cock through my folds, hitting my clit with his head and making me rise up onto my toes with the electricity.

“Yes,” I moan, “there.”

“There?” he asks, pressing me against the glass and sweeping through me again, hitting my nub a second time. It’s sensitive already and I wait for him to hit it again. His pace increases, he works his cockhead against my clit, until I’m tensing and tensing and then I come, dancing about in front of the window as the pleasure soars through my veins.

I notice they’ve all done that. All made sure I come first. All wanting me to have my pleasure before they take theirs. It’s so different from the other men I’ve been with. I wonder if it’s their alpha instincts to care, or their experience.

“All wet and ready for me now, Sophia?” he asks, right by my ear, his breath hot.

“Fuck, yes,” I say, and he slams into me, the force lifting me up onto the tips of my toes for a second time.

I pant as he thrusts all the way inside me, deeper and deeper, stars crashing across my vision as he rubs against every sensitive part of me, until finally I’ve taken him all.

He grunts and the noise is so raw it makes my body shudder.

I can’t get enough of this. Of being with an alpha. Of the power, the strength, the pure drive to rut and fuck and mate.

I forget about the letter, about the truth, about Esra. I forget about my future, about what I’m doing with my life. I forget that and all I do is feel.

I want him to use me. To fuck me. For this to be nothing but sex. To be as raw and wild and free as he is right now as he pounds me against the window.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he growls. “Are your eyes open, Sophia?” They’re not, they’re screwed shut. Every part of me focussed on the sensations between my legs. “Sophia, answer me.”

“No.”

“Then open them and look, baby, look at me fucking you.”

I do as he says and meet his eyes, much darker now in the reflection of the glass. He looks like something possessed, like every illustration of a feral alpha ever drawn.

As he holds my gaze, his free hand reaches around me and yanks at my top until the material rips. He tugs away my bra next and then squeezes my tit in his hand as he continues his unforgiving pace.

“I should be fucking you gently, little one. Treating you carefully, you’re not built for this.”

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