Page 6 of In Control

Nope, as hot as this is – as hot as he is – I’m not taking that risk.

“You can’t knot me,” I tell him. He nods as he continues to fuck me; those dark eyes a little wild now. “But you can come in my mouth.”

“Fuck! Fuck!”

He thrusts into me once, twice, three more times and then with a pained moan he withdraws, placing me back onto my feet.

I drop to my knees, kneeling on the silk of my dress. It’s going to be creased to fuck, and what with the alpha’s scent smeared all over me, there’ll be no doubt what I disappeared off to do.

I smirk up at him as he glides his fist up and down his long shaft.

I open my mouth and he mutters a string of obscenities under his breath before thrusting his cock between my waiting lips.

I don’t even have to suck. He’s coming into my mouth with a violent grunt immediately. His hot spend runs over my tongue and it tastes different. It’s salty, sure, but it reminds me of that scent. An Omega will go mad for the taste of their alpha’s come, and though I don’t have their kind of tastebuds to appreciate his flavour, I like it nonetheless.

I gulp him down, my eyes locked on his, glinting in the darkness.

“That’s it, good girl.”

He takes my hands in his and squeezes my fingers around his expanded knot. It’s hard and hot and big, three times the width of his cock. I flinch, imagining the pain of that ripping into my entrance. But at the same time, another one of those shivers of desire dances through my body.

I’m holding an alpha’s knot in my hands, his cock in my mouth, his come in my belly. It’s incredibly erotic and … powerful. Yes, there’s that feeling of power again. It maybe me on my knees, but this alpha is at my mercy.

When I’ve drunk the last drop of his seed, he’s still hard in my mouth.

As if reading my mind, he says, “I’m not going soft yet, little one.”

I hum around his cock and he chuckles. “It requires a little more work being with an alpha.”

I raise my eyebrows. I’ve never been averse to hard work. I suck at him, hollowing my cheeks and taking him deep inside my mouth, until his knot hits my lips. It’s too big for me to suck, but I like the way it pulses against my mouth.

“Fuck, that is a sight,” he says from above me.

I run my tongue down his length, then do the same with the slight tease of my teeth. It has him sucking in air, his eyes black as night.

Then he strokes my cheek and steps away, his cock leaving my mouth with a wet pop.

“Stand up.”

“I’m not an omega. You can’t order me–”

“Stand up so I can put on your dress.”

“I don’t think it will fit you.”

The side of his mouth hooks up in a smile. A half smile that makes his eyes twinkle with mischief. My damn stomach somersaults.

I climb to my feet and he crouches down. Finding the crumpled silk, he draws it carefully back up my body, hooking the straps over my shoulders.

I run my hands over the creased material as he tucks his softening cock in his trousers and zips up his fly.

The room we’re in stinks of sex and beyond the door I can hear the rumble of the orchestra.

The alpha takes my chin in his hand and kisses me. This time, it’s more gentle, more lingering and my body starts to respond, wilting under his attention.

But all too soon, he pulls back.

“I think you’re going to remember me, little one,” he says with a self-satisfied smirk.

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