Page 24 of In Control

“Where next?” she asks.

“Come on.” I drag her towards the candy stall and buy her a giant stick of pink candy floss.

She picks a bit with her fingers and holds it up to her face, examining it with suspicion.

“Come on, try it.”

She slips it between her lips and I can tell the moment the sugar melts on her tongue, her eyes widening.

She breaks off another piece, winding the strands around her fingers and offering it to me.

“You are a shit doctor, Mr Stand. So far you have introduced me to some very unhealthy food.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I let her feed me the piece of candy, holding still as she wipes her thumb across my bottom lip and then caresses my cheek.

We stand there, in the middle of the fairground, the noise and light and people crashing around us, and it’s as if the rest of the world melts away. I lean in and kiss her again, ignoring the whistles and the irritated mutterings.

I grab hold of the collar of her leather jacket and pull her right up close to my body.

Afterwards, I kiss her on the big dipper, as we soar above the canopy of the trees, the city falling away beneath us. I kiss her in the tea cups and I kiss her on the dodgems. I kiss her on the walk back to the car and I kiss her in the car, pushing my seat right back and letting her climb onto my lap.

As she straddles me, hands gripping the front of my shirt, teeth raking down my throat, she asks me, “Are you going to take me home this time, Alpha?”

And fuck yes, I am. I’m taking her home to my bed.

I kiss her again and then I buckle her into her seat and drive her straight home.

6

Sophia

The alpha drivesme to his home; a Victorian detached house that sprawls across a patch of land on the edge of the Greendale suburbs. I can tell it’s somewhere that probably cost his pack a couple of million at least and yet it isn’t the usual house the rich families in Studworth choose. Chimneys protrude from the slate tiles at haphazard angles and the front door is made from multicoloured-stained glass. The brick work is red and a covered porch runs around from the front of the house to the sides. There are several cars parked in the driveway and lights illuminate the place.

“Is your pack home?” I ask, suddenly wondering if I’m being brought back to his house for an orgy I never agreed to.

Not that I’m opposed to the idea. At least I don’t think I am.

My best friend, Rosie, has been part of her pack for coming up six years now and she’s always made the love-ins with her four alphas sound like something frankly heavenly. I’ve always been curious. But I don’t like surprises like this.

“No idea, sweetheart. But my room’s around the back.”

“You don’t want me to meet your pack?”

He holds my gaze. “Yes, but not yet. Not now.” He growls and I understand. This alpha has no intentions of sharing me. No intentions of having whatever electricity is sparking between us interrupted.

We walk around to the back of the sprawling house and he unlocks a pair of garden doors, pulling me inside a dark room and up against the cool wall. My lips are swollen and bruised from all the kissing, but frankly I don’t give a damn. I close my eyes and fall into his kiss, into his scent and his strong arms. It’s intoxicating. I think I could kiss him all night.

But he has other ideas. His fingers work down the zip of my jacket and he yanks it down, my arms catching in the sleeves by my sides.

His eyes flicker with mischief as he leans in to nibble on my throat, his hands swimming from my waist, up the sides of my body and then around to squeeze my tits. I whimper.

“Like that, sweetheart?”

“I’d like it even more if you’d let me touch you too.”

“But I like you at my mercy.”

I wonder if that is an alpha thing, or a him thing. But I’m not here to be some omega substitute, some poor imitation of the real thing.

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