Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Neveah
“Seriously, Vee,” Riley glowers at me from behind the counter in the gift shop. “You gotta stop, you’re driving me mad.”
I’ve been on edge all day. Accidentally barking at employees, micromanaging, pacing around like a caged lioness.
But what am I supposed to do? My vulnerable omega is miles away, we haven’t bonded yet so I don’t know how she’s doing, and while I trust Brooks implicitly, the fact I can’t be by her side if she needs me is making my skin itch.
I need a distraction.
I stomp out of my office into the main area, but Riley has disappeared from where they were a moment ago. I sweep my gaze across the shop, finally spotting their slender frame exiting through the back door. I narrow my eyes, then stride after them.
I catch up easily, and somehow Riley doesn’t see me coming. They must be feeling off today, too. I reach out and collar a hand around his neck, pulling him back against my chest.
“Going somewhere, Sour Patch?”
His breath turns shallow and he freezes against me, sweet lemon spiking in the air around us.
“So what if I was,” he says.
“You really want to be snarky with me right now?”
Riley sets his shoulders and crosses his arms, not answering me.
Petulant beta.
“I see,” I say, anticipation thrumming through my blood. This is what I need. What we both need. “Go inside. I’ll be there in five minutes. I expect you to be ready and waiting for me when I get there.”
I squeeze his throat once for emphasis and he leans into me for a moment, then I let him go, nudging him toward our home. I lick my lips, watching him walk away until he rounds the bend, and then I stride after him.
I tsk, clicking my tongue against my teeth when I get to his bedroom. He’s sitting against the headboard, fully clothed, legs crossed at the ankle and a book in hand.
“Ohhhh, Riley,” I purr.
He tenses, but doesn’t look up from his book. His eyes aren’t moving, so I know he’s not actually reading it.
“I think someone is asking to be punished,” I say, walking slowly toward the bed.
One deliberate step, then another. His scent is strong, as it only is when he’s turned on.
“You have three seconds to put the book down and bend over.”
He deliberately turns a page, and I grin.
“Very well.”
I slowly slip the book from his hands, transferring it to the nightstand next to us. Then I wrap a hand around each of his ankles and yank him to the edge of the bed.
He squeaks in surprise, and his arms flail to the sides. Then his eyes finally meet mine, and whatever he sees there has his widening.
“Wait! Okay, I’ll do it, I’ll be good!”
I don’t answer, and he doesn’t fight when I flip him over and push him down, chest to the bed and feet spread on the floor.
I bend over them, then trail my lips up their neck to their ear.
“Your safe word, Sour Patch,” I say.
“Red.”
“Good boy.”
Then I proceed to dismantle them. I tug their pants down, their shirt off, and prep their cute little asshole for a plug.
Then I sit on the bed next to him and tug his lower half over my leg.
A steady calm flows through me as I take a deep breath, centering myself and focusing entirely on my beta.
I twist and tap the gem on the end of the plug, and Riley squirms when I release it.
I grin and lightly trace my nails down to their balls.
They tense, ready and waiting to see what I’ll do.
I place one palm gently on their lower back, and swing my other hand.
The smack sounds first, then his small cry is music to my ears. A red handprint blooms on his pale skin, and I rub the sting away.
“How many do you think you deserve?” I ask.
Riley groans. He hates it when I make him choose his own punishment. Choose too low, and he’ll earn extra. Choose too high, and he has to be able to handle it.
“Twenty?”
“Five spanks for each indiscretion?” I hum, taking my time to think about it as I trace patterns over his pebbling skin, knowing it’ll increase his anticipation. “I suppose that’s fair. Count for me.”
I swing again, hitting the opposite cheek this time, and he sucks in a breath.
“Two.”
I smile. I was wondering if he was going to count that first one or not. I don’t mind either way.
“Three. Four. Five.”
We continue, and he slowly relaxes against me. I pause at the halfway mark, rubbing and squeezing over the red prints, and he groans into the mattress.
Then I swing lower, hitting the crease between his cheek and thigh, and he hisses between his teeth.
“Eleven. Twelve.”
His skin is turning beautiful shades of red and pink. It settles the anxious part of me that couldn’t take action. The side that needed to be in control.
“Fifteen,” he says with a gasp. His hips have begun to rock against my thigh, and I tug on the plug in his ass.
“Alpha,” he says, hips twitching. “Please.”
“You beg so pretty.” I run my hand up and down his spine. “Five more.”
When we hit twenty, I scoop him into my arms, and he melts into me.
“Thank you, alpha,” he says, dazed eyes blinking open to meet mine. I smile at him and stroke my hands up and down his arm, his back, his thigh.
“Will you please fuck me now?”
“When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” I strip off my clothing, lay it over the dresser, then return to the bed where Riley is on his back waiting for me.
“Do you want the strap-on?” I ask, but he’s already shaking his head.
“No, you. Just you. Need to feel you around me.”
I straddle his hips and grip his cock, then slide down onto it. We both hum in pleasure, and Riley arches beneath me.
“So pretty.”
“Please, Vee. Please move,” he says.
“You beg so perfectly. Submit so beautifully.”
I start a slow glide up and down, watching as his face relaxes in pleasure. His hands grapple for purchase as I speed up, then they clamp on my hips to hold on. This is everything I needed.
“Are you going to shatter for me, Riley? Fill me up with your cum?”
“Yes, alpha. Yes,” he gasps.
His dick twitches inside me, getting impossibly hard, and I speed up my movements. A low heat is building in my core; I’m getting close, too.
“Not yet,” I say. “Not until you have permission.”
“Oh, shit,” he says as I feel his cock jerk violently inside me.
I freeze, leaning forward to collar his throat with my hand. His eyes are scrunched shut, head tilted back, and his breathing is ragged.
“Look at me.”
He blinks, taking a couple seconds to focus on my face.
“Ask for what you want.”
“Please let me come,” he says immediately, his eyes wide and pleading.
I move again, riding him hard and fast as his fingers dig crescent marks into my hips.
“Please. I can’t—I’m—” He’s gasping, neck straining and body tense beneath me. My perfect beta. “Alpha. Vee, please.”
My eyes start to roll back in my head as my pussy clenches around him. He feels exquisite, his words a euphoric drug, his scent filling my veins with a sparkling heat.
“Yes, Riley,” I say, my voice gravelly with pleasure. “Come with me.”
He jerks, emitting a long, low groan from deep in his throat as he releases into me. My own orgasm sweeps through me, my pussy clenching with a delicious rhythm as I ride it out, stroking both of us through it.
Riley falls limp beneath me, sinking into the bed. I’m breathing hard, a sheen of sweat lining my skin, but I finally feel relaxed. I rock once more and he twitches, then bats a hand in my general direction.
“Can’t,” he moans. “No more. Dead.”
I laugh and roll off him, then pull him into my chest and wrap him in my arms. He flings an arm over my waist and tangles his legs with mine.
“Thank you,” I murmur, kissing the top of his blue head.
He nuzzles into me. “You’re welcome, but uh…” He pauses, glancing up with a sheepish smile. “I think, maybe I needed that too.”
“You think?” I laugh and lightly pinch his butt cheek, then we relax into each other.
“We should probably go back to work eventually,” Riley mutters some time later, sounding half asleep.
“Food and water first,” I reply. “How do you feel?”
I prop myself up to look at his ass, but it’s hardly red anymore.
“Good,” he says. “You went easy on me.”
“You want me to take this out?” I tap on the plug and he shivers.
“No, I might leave it in for a bit.”
I smile and pull him up with me.
“How do you think their date is going?” Riley asks. “Do you know where they went? Brooks wouldn’t tell me.”
He pouts as he pulls his pants back on and I chuckle. I do know where they went, but I think it’ll go over better coming from Sage. Riley loves the beach and will definitely be jealous he didn’t get to take her.
“I hope it’s going well. Perfect weather for whatever they’re doing. They’ll be back later, and I’m sure Sage will tell us all about it.”
I pull Riley into a sweet kiss, then we clean up before heading back out to work.