Prologue
PROLOGUE
Three months ago
F isting the bedsheets, I moan, the noise almost pained and dragged out of me.
It wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
My face was wet with tears, and I could feel how sticky and slick my body was with sweat and cum.
The room smelled peppery and deep, with hints of jasmine.
Our scents combined, making my head rush.
I shouldn’t have drunk the whiskey; it was making everything feel hazy around the edges.
I wanted this dream to be real.
His fingers press against my prostate and he slowly licks up my shaft.
My cock is overstimulated and flushed from my earlier orgasm, and if Gideon didn’t make me come again soon, I was going to murder him with his favorite pen.
Scissoring his fingers and stretching my tight hole, he chuckles as my hips jerk upwards.
“Knot me. I need you to knot me,” I beg, whining and panting as he takes my tip into his mouth and sucks sharply, a warning to behave.
The jokes on him, because I love it and I have to squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip in an effort not to come just yet.
Desperate for my orgasm as I was, I needed him inside me.
Need his warmth against mine.
Why was I like this?
My heat had ended last week.
“Not yet baby, you aren’t ready.”
“I want it.” Another whine, more pleading and whispered prayers as he swallows me down and takes my balls in his hand, massaging them lightly.
He pulls off my dick with a soft pop, spit slicked lips shimmering in the lamp light.
“I know, I know. And I’m going to give it to you. But we aren’t done here yet.”
Gideon is still wearing his shirt, although it’s fully unbuttoned and his tie and tux jacket have been tossed on the floor somewhere.
How had this even happened?
How had we gotten here?
We were supposed to be at a gala dinner to raise money for a local hospice charity, and I’d been at the bar.
He’d been dancing with someone else.
But how did we get from the bar to Gideon’s hotel room?
He adds another finger inside me and my hole clenches down on the three digits, my body hungry for more.
With Gideon Carrington, it would never be enough.
I was greedy for him, always wanting more.
Moving off my cock, he plants lazy sloppy kisses on my thighs before licking my tender rim as he fucks in and out of me.
It’s too much.
Not enough.
My chest hurts as I try to catch my breath, and my body trembles.
He eases off on the pressure just as I feel those familiar sparks licking up my spine.
“Fucking hell, stop edging me!”
Gideon pulls away, grinning at me before tossing his shirt aside and finally taking off his trousers.
Fucking hell.
He’s huge.
I knew he would be.
All those afternoons, sitting outside his office thinking highly inappropriate thoughts about being bent over his desk, I’d been right in my estimations.
He had the confidence of a man with a fat cock who knew how to use it.
“Who’s the boss here, Row?”
“You,” I murmured, my body wound tight in anticipation.
Unashamedly, I grab my legs and open myself wider for him, not missing the way his nostrils flare and his eyes darken.
“You. Please…”
He kneels back on the bed, claiming my mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss.
Gideon kisses with purpose, if that purpose is to tear you apart and turn you into a bundle of oversensitive nerves, begging for his touch.
His alpha nature demands my compliance, my submission, and I give it willingly as I taste myself on his tongue.
“And who’s going to take care of you?” He whispers against my lips, blue eyes locked onto mine like he’s afraid I might vanish in a puff of smoke.
“You.”
“That’s right, love.” The word love makes me shiver even though I know he doesn’t mean it like that.
I wish he did.
I wish that this could be mine, but it wasn’t possible.
He was Gideon Carrington.
Gently, he flips me over before grabbing my hips and pulling me back on to my knees.
My omega side practically preens as I offer myself up to him.
“So fucking beautiful,” I hear him grunt as he grabs my cheeks and opens me up.
I know he’s lying.
I’m probably all puffy and swollen from his cruel teasing, but he never lets me feel like that.
A dribble of slick runs down my leg as my cock drips onto the sheets beneath me.
Pushing the tip of his cock against my hole, he leans down and places his teeth over my neck, right where a Claiming mark would go, making me moan.
With one hand coming up to wrap around my neck, the other around his cock, he slowly slides inside my body.
When he is finally buried in me up to the hilt, we both make a satisfied noise that I feel all the way down into my core.
This is how it should be.
His cock slides out of me, the tip catching on my rim before he thrusts back inside.
The slow tempo, the dragging out of the delicious bliss, makes me feel like every part of my body is on fire.
“Knot me!” I demand, arching my back as I try to take him deeper, force him to go faster.
He laughs, swatting my ass cheek.
The sting blooms across my skin, but I barely notice it.
I’m consumed by him.
Filled with nothing but Gideon.
Moving faster, he fucks me harder.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the slick, wet noises of sex surround us and it still isn’t enough.
My orgasm barrels into me, and I come untouched, my cock twitching against the soaked sheets until the spurts of cum become pathetic dribbles.
Slumping forward, I try to bury my face in the pillows, but Gideon wraps his arms around me and flips us so that he’s lying in the mess on his back.
With barely a pause, he fucks up into me, cock driving me wild with every pass.
“I can’t?—”
“You can, baby. Look how well you’re doing.” His praise sends a shiver through me.
I want to be good for him, to keep going.
But I don’t know how many times I’ve come already and I need him to knot me.
It’s all I can think about as I beg and plead.
“We have all night, love and we’re only just getting started,” he promises, grabbing my ass and using me like a fleshlight.
It’s filthy and messy, and so perfectly perfect that I wonder if this is even real.
Almost four hours later, he finally gives me what I want.
As we lay in the darkness, exhausted, with his knot lodged firmly inside me, I try to chase away the whisky tendrils of regret I can feel pressing at the edges of my mind, looking for a way in.
My body is sore and rung out, my skin tender and sensitive, but the unrelenting need for him has quietened.
Gideon’s warm body wraps around me, and I melt into him.
Safe.
Home.
Mine.
Just as we’re falling asleep, I think I hear him whisper, the words cool against my neck.
“Please don’t regret this.”