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“Stop.”

I didn’t shout, but I injected every iota of alpha bark I had, which resulted in the two men snatching their hands away before they even realised why. They frowned as they looked over at me, Stevie letting out a frustrated little sob.

There was a pleasure in that too.

That she couldn’t come, not unless I told her to, that everything she wanted, needed, was mine to control. Not from afar anymore, she might regret that. Because I could think of too many scenarios where I could try similar things, my own lips curving into a smile then. Because she turned to me, of course she did, knowing I was the one to give her what she wanted.

I moved closer, that heady scent of hers making me want to toss my clinical calm aside, but I didn’t. I stared into her eyes as I settled down beside them.

“You want to come.”

“I will.” The defiance resonated in her voice, dragging an answering need in me to answer it, show her the error of her ways.

“When I’m ready—”

“That’s not what I signed up for,” she shot back.

“Isn’t it? You think I’m anal and controlling, told me as much already, so what did you think you were getting yourself into?” I asked her, my voice far sharper than that knife. “You’ll come when I’m ready.”

“It’s not the anal bullshit I wanted.” I felt her eyes burning into mine, commanding me to obedience, not submitting. Then she arched her back, rubbing her arse on my brother until Jax grabbed her hips, slotting his cock between those soft mounds, but not penetrating her. “I just love watching you try so fucking hard to keep it all under control, knowing all the while…”

I got no warning when she launched herself at me, shoving me down onto the bed and then clambering up my body until her knees were either side of my head. I blinked, unable to work out how I got here, when her hand went to the back of my head.

“That you’ll break the moment I crook my finger.”

She eased my head between her thighs and fuck, if it didn’t feel like a kind of homecoming. I knew the pleasures of watching, controlling, but this I had never experienced. She was hot, wet, slick from my brother’s ministrations and now she was a cup I had to drink from, my throat parched for it. I grabbed her hips, not willing to let her go now she’d gotten this close, anything she had to say choked off as I licked her entire seam greedily.

“Make me break with you,” she commanded in a breathy little voice. “Break me open, Ash, and then take everything you find inside as yours.”

Chapter63

It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for, right? Because while Ash was a bossy prick, his mouth was much better deployed as it was now. I’d had unenthusiastic licks before, even betas who’d gagged, unprepared for the torrents of omega slick I produced, but not Ash. Had he looked at a diagram of a woman’s genitalia, watched YouTube videos of how best to go down on a girl? I didn’t know but I did this.

He felt like fucking heaven.

Ash pulled me down on his face, giving me the full queen experience and any attempts to pull away were not tolerated.

“If you’re gonna sit, then sit,” he growled into my thighs, the effect ruined by his panting breaths.

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t fucking suffocate,” I shot back, my hands slapping down on the bedhead.

“I won’t, so sit.”

Well, wasn’t I a good little doggie? I did exactly as he asked, grinding down on top of him for good measure, trying to give him a little foreshadowing of what he asked for, but fuck me, if the bastard didn’t just groan. Not from lack of oxygen, because as I looked over my shoulder I saw a little spurt of cum shoot over his stomach, and somehow that just made it all hotter. Ash liked to see me helpless? Well, that was something we shared.

“Fuuuck…” I ground out, feeling the tension in my thighs increase, the dull thud of pleasure spiking harder. “You’re doing that so fucking well. Don’t stop, Ash. Good boy. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

But he didn’t listen, pulling away for a second to stare up at me.

“What did you just say?”

“Don’t fucking stop,” I snarled, my throat deep and throaty. “I was almost there.”

“Before that.”

“What?” I grinned down at him then. “Good boy.” I ran my fingers through all that thick hair, loving the way it felt, he felt beneath me, making me want something else altogether. “Do you like that, being called a good boy?”

He didn’t want to agree, I saw that in the mutinous look in his eyes, but… An omega can’t hide her sexual desire and neither can an alpha from his fated mate. His hands gripped the outside of my thighs, as if to make me retract that question, but I didn’t. I smiled and then brushed myself across his lips.

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