Page 100 of Sweetheart: Part One

I could look nowhere but up into burning violet eyes, sinking into the command and letting it hold me as his fingers continued to stroke that perfect spot within me, driving me closer and closer to my third orgasm.

“Tell me how you’d want me if I did fuck you,” he said.

Again, I was left speechless. The rest of his pack had arrogance seeping from their pores, but this might have been the closest I’d seen of it from Drake. It wasn’t arrogance—not exactly—but a quiet confidence, peering at me as he was, head half-cocked. His eyes were curious and intent as if he wasn’t casually finger banging me with my wrists secured behind my back.

Still holding me by my hair, every time his fingers curled into my core, I shuddered, his command making it impossible to take my gaze from him, and a tiny curve edged his lips.

Maybe alittlearrogance…

It wasn’t just actors,anyelite packs—career dedicated packs intent on making it to the top of their craft or field—were notoriously instinctual, and often imbalanced, which is why Sweethearts were a thing at all. The lifestyle attracted a certain type, spitting out balanced ones by nature of the requirements to succeed. Instinct lent itself as much to their success as their imbalance.

I’d seen it from the rest of the pack, but never from Drake. Even in the reports, he’d been the least problematic of those assessed.

Until right now.

Sweet, I realised, didn’t mean soft.

Thiswas the feral alpha side of him: intensely possessive, protective, and… perhaps a little playful. It was almost enough to get an unwitting purr up my chest.

“Tell me,” he asked again.

“I’d…” I tried to think. “I’d want you…” My breath caught as his fingers curled into me again, more insistently this time, a little spark of delight in his eyes as his touch muddled my thoughts. “I’d want you all…” Letting the clamouring, horny omega part of me loose, the rest of my answer came without thought. “You could… have me just like this and stretch me over your knot—” I cut off with a little moan as he leaned forward with a growl, catching my nipple through my shirt with his teeth.

“Could you handle that?” he asked, leaning back, impish grin still on his face, fingers still stroking that perfect spot.

I nodded, eyes wide, another orgasm building in my core. He thought I was a beta, that taking his knot might be hard. I didn’t want him believing for a second I didn’t want it. “I want you all.”

Another rumble slipped from his throat, fingers still making me see stars.

“You could take me however you want,” I whined. It was the truth, too. Fuck, he was the most attractive man I’d ever met, from soul to pale skin and wisps of raven hair.

“Bold dare,” he breathed, fingers picking up in pace.

But it wasn’t.

Mine…

He was mine.

And he wanted me to be his, too. The fresh bite on my thigh said as much.

“Come for me, my Dreamgirl,” he murmured. And with my eyes fixed on his, I tumbled over that cliff one more time.

TWENTY-SEVEN

VEX

Naturally, that high was followed by the biggest crash.

When I got back to my room later, giddy with lust after an hour in Drake’s arms on the rooftop, it was to find a text from Alastor.

Stale cigs: I want to see you. Same time and place.

He waited in the limo in the same parking lot as before. The walk there was painfully frightening as I wracked my brain for what he might want.

Could it be because of what had just happened? I’d tried to keep the bond shut, but I’d been delirious with lust.

I shoved the thought away, not willing to entertain it.

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