Chapter 23 #3
“You’re squeezing your legs together like you’re trying to survive something,” I say quietly.
Her eyes snap to mine, and color floods her face instantly.
She opens her mouth, closes it again, and then lifts her chin in a weak attempt at defiance. “It’s hot in here.”
“It is.” My gaze drags slowly down her body, then back up again. “But that’s not why.”
She huffs softly, the sound halfway between embarrassment and frustration. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“I am.”
Her lips part again, but nothing comes out.
“So it’s true,” I continue, my voice lowering, sharpening with intent. “My voice gets inside your head and body just like it had back in my office when you were Ash. Standing there, trying so hard to look unaffected while your entire body betrayed you.”
She inhales sharply as her fingers curl into the bench beside her.
“I suspected something,” I continue calmly, watching every tiny reaction. “But thought nothing of it, as Ash was so damn weird that I ignored my instincts.”
“You have no idea what you sound like,” she says. “What you do to people.”
“I think I’m starting to understand,” I murmur.
She shivers. Her sass isn’t gone, but it’s fighting for survival now. Then she lifts her chin again, appearing stubborn in her expression. “You sound very pleased with yourself.”
“I am. And you,” I add, letting my eyes linger on her mouth for half a second too long, “sound like you’re trying very hard not to beg me to keep talking.”
She lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet,” I say quietly, “you’re still sitting here.”
She gasps audibly, her entire body tensing, and I can smell her arousal spiking dramatically. Sharp and sweet and absolutely intoxicating. It floods my senses, leaves me salivating.
Fuck, I love seeing her respond this way to me. The power is heady. Addictive. Dangerous.
I let myself imagine all the things I could do to this Omega. The ways I could methodically take her apart with just carefully chosen words before ever laying a finger on her body. How I could make her beg. Make her plead. Make her come completely undone.
A dark wickedness slides through me, the kind that makes me want to experience every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had with her. Push every boundary she has and discover exactly how much she can take before she breaks beautifully apart.
So much for coming in here to have a calm, rational talk. Who the hell am I kidding? Part of me absolutely hoped this would happen—that we’d end up exactly here, with barely anything between us and the air thick with tension and desire.
“You’re dangerous,” she says, but she’s leaning closer to me instead of pulling away. Moving into my space rather than retreating.
“Says the woman who just told me she’d do literally anything I ask.”
“I’m starting to seriously regret that particular offer.”
“Liar.” I brush my thumb across her lower lip, slowly, and she trembles under the touch.
She looks me dead in the eye. “Fine, what if I’d do anything you want?”
Christ. This woman is going to destroy me.
“Earlier, you mentioned groveling,” I say, holding her gaze with intensity. “I’m not beyond requiring significantly more of that. A lot more. Until I’m satisfied that you actually mean it.”
She stares at me for a long moment like she’s accepting a challenge. Then suddenly she’s on her feet, grabbing a spare towel from the wooden shelf mounted on the wall and setting it carefully on the floor between her feet.
She steps closer to me, invading my space, and I don’t move. Don’t react. Just watch her with intensity, loving this stronger, bolder side of her emerging. This Omega who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to reach for it.
She’s absolutely magnificent like this.
I’m so intensely turned on that I can barely hold myself back from simply shoving her onto my lap right now, ripping off that towel, and sinking into her without preamble or patience.
She leans in close, her body barely touching mine, her mouth coming to my ear, her breath hot against my already overheated skin.
“I’m going to show you,” she whispers, and her voice is pure sin, dripping with promise. “That for you, I will grovel in ways you’ll never forget. You got that, Alpha?”
My cock twitches violently at her words, at that tone, at the explicit promise in every syllable.
I force myself to stay completely still, to match her energy and not give away how affected I am. “Big words, Omega.”
Her small hands land on my chest without warning, palms flat, fingers splaying across my pecs. She traces downward deliberately, following the defined lines of my muscles, the ridges of my abs.
I lean back on my hands, bracing myself against the bench behind me, giving her complete and unrestricted access to explore. I want to see how far she’ll actually go before one of us breaks completely.
My money’s on her losing her nerve first.
Her fingers find the edge of the towel tucked around my waist. Without hesitation, without any teasing or drawn-out seduction, she simply tugs it free and peels it away completely, unveiling me.
My cock springs up immediately, thick and hard and massive, and she gasps audibly at the sight.
“Not what you expected?” I ask, my voice strained despite my best efforts to sound unaffected.
“Oh, I had some idea,” she breathes, staring openly with wide eyes. “But just… not quite this much of it.”
I laugh despite the intense tension thrumming through every nerve in my body. “Disappointed?”
“Fuck no. Intimidated maybe, but definitely not disappointed.”
Then, to my absolute shock, she plants both palms firmly on my thighs and lowers herself gracefully to her knees before me on that towel she so carefully set down.
Her face is right there now, eye level with my cock, and she’s looking up at me through her lashes with an expression that’s equal parts shy and daring and absolutely devastating.
I stare down at her, narrowing my eyes slightly, still half expecting her to laugh it off nervously and scramble away. To realize this is too much too fast.
“If you need me to grovel on my knees until you finally forgive me and learn to trust me again,” she says quietly, “then I guess I’ll be in this position for quite a while.”
Something about her tone strikes me deeply. She’s half serious, half playful, but there’s real vulnerability underneath. Real willingness to submit if that’s what it takes.
“Anita, I think—”
Her hand wraps around my thick erection suddenly, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, and every word I was about to say dies instantly.
All coherent thought leaves my brain. There’s just pure sensation, and her small hand can’t wrap completely around my girth.
“I think,” she says, looking up at me with those hazel eyes that are absolutely going to be the death of me, “that you talk way too much, Slater. Let me show you how genuinely sorry I am. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
Then she takes me into her mouth.
Deep. So fucking deep I see stars.
I hiss sharply, my head falling back, my hands gripping the edge of the bench so hard the wood creaks ominously under the pressure.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. This isn’t fumbling inexperience.
She’s using her tongue skillfully, her lips, creating the absolutely perfect amount of pressure and suction.
Taking me deeper than I thought remotely possible, then pulling back slowly to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head.
I force myself not to touch her. Not to grab her hair roughly and take complete control the way every instinct is screaming at me to do. This is her showing me what she’s willing to do for us, her reclaiming power through willing submission.
And fuck, it’s easily the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
“That’s it, Omega,” I manage to growl out. “Show me how much you want this. Take me deeper. Show me that pretty throat can handle all of me.”
She moans around my cock, the vibration traveling through my entire body and nearly ending me right there.
“You’re absolutely perfect on your knees, that beautiful mouth wrapped around me, taking me so well. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this exact scenario, imagined you worshipping my cock while I tell you exactly what depraved things I’m going to do to your body later.”
She whimpers around me, taking me even deeper, and I groan roughly.
“I’m going to lay you out in our bed. All four of us surrounding you, caging you in.
We’re going to take turns thoroughly exploring every single inch of your body.
Finding every spot that makes you scream our names.
The guys will hold you down while I slide into you so slowly you’ll be begging me to go faster, to fill you completely, to ruin you. ”
Her hands grip my thighs harder, nails digging in slightly, leaving marks I’ll probably see tomorrow.
“And when you’re right on that edge, about to fall, I’m going to stop completely. Make you wait and earn your release. Make you tell me in explicit detail exactly what you need, exactly how you want to be fucked, in that sweet, desperate voice while you fall apart.”
She’s working me faster now, more frantically, clearly affected by my words, and I can feel my control rapidly slipping away.
“Fuck, Anita. Just like that. Don’t stop. Take everything I’m about to give you. Swallow every drop.”
My release builds impossibly fast and intense, coiling tight in my spine, and when it finally rushes forward, I shout her name without worrying who might hear.
She takes it all without hesitation, swallowing, not pulling away until I’m completely spent and actually shaking. She continues working her throat as I keep coming, my spill not ready to end, and my sweet Omega doesn’t flinch once.
When she finally pulls back slowly, she licks her lips in a way that has my still-sensitive cock twitching with renewed interest.
“Is that a good start?” she asks breathlessly.