Page 44 of In Control

“It feels a whole lot personal.”

He steps towards me, taking my hands in each of his. “I like you, sweetheart. I want to see more of you. My omega wants to see more of you.”

“I don’t see how this can work when one of your packmates can barely look at me.”

“He’ll come around,” he whispers into my neck, kissing me and making me shiver. “Can I come in now?”

Relationships have been fleeting and casual for such a long time. I haven’t allowed myself to be swept up in the moment, to be carried away. There have been men who have tried. Men who have been insistent. I’ve always kept a cool head.

In this moment, though, my head feels anything but cool and I can’t resist the temptation to let him sweep me away. I hope I don’t regret it.

I unlock the door and we crash through into the dark apartment, Newton racing between our feet. We stumble down the pitch black hallway and into my bedroom. He’s pushing me down onto the bed before I’ve had a chance to switch on a light.

“You still smell of my scent, sweetheart,” he says, nibbling at my earlobe. “Are you all messy with me too?”

He yanks down my jeans and my underwear, sliding his hand up between my thighs. I gasp as he slides a finger inside me.

I was planning on taking a much needed shower when I got home. Well, perhaps, waiting for the morning so I could enjoy the faint whiff of his scent on my skin alone in my bed tonight.

Now I have the real thing with me.

He groans. “You’ve been walking around all day stuffed full of my come. You like that?”

I make a non-committed hum in reply. Then I turn my head and nip his ear, whispering into the shell, “You can come all over me if you want, Alpha, come all over me and rub it into my skin.”

OK, so maybe I have a little, tiny, teeny-weeny come-fetish.

I love the way it feels and tastes and smells. Esra’s come had tasted so good and I am more than intrigued to see if it’s an alpha thing. Will Liam’s taste as good?

“Fuck, sweetheart, doesn’t that sound good.”

I laugh and pull off my t-shirt as he scrabbles to remove his clothes too.

Soon we’re both naked and lying out beside each other, admiring one another’s bodies.

He really is expertly built and I run my fingers down the grooves of his torso.

“You must spend all your time working out.”

“A fair bit,” he confesses.

“I’d like to see that.” I lean in to bite his shoulder and he growls.

“Come-fetish and a voyeur, huh, sweetheart? Is it just the watching you like, or do you like to be watched too? You liked it when I watched you last night.”

My gaze flicks up to his and I meet his smouldering eyes. “I did.”

He hesitates, his tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips, making me want to suck it into my mouth. “I like watching you, sweetheart. You’re so damn bea–” he catches himself, the side of his mouth quirking, “sexy.” He trails his knuckles up my body, hooking them under my chin and forcing my eyes to meet his. “I’d like to watch you be fucked. I’d like to watch you be fucked by my omega. I’d like to watch you on your knees sucking his beautiful cock.” I shiver with desire, the fantasy coming alive in my mind. “What do you say to that?” he says, rubbing his knuckles along my jawline.

“He may not want to fuck me,” I say, so turned on by the idea it’s untrue and yet aware at the same time that fantasies often fall flat in reality. The dynamics of this pack, the complicated relationships, have me struggling to keep up.

“He will.”

“How would you like him to fuck me then, Alpha?”

“Like this,” he lunges for me, wrapping his arm around my middle and drawing me up onto my hands and knees. “Like this, so I can see you both.”

I whimper, picturing it in my head. He sweeps his thumb through my folds. “I love your pussy. It’s beautiful. Am I allowed to say that?”

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