Utterly indignant, I try to yank my hands out of Christine’s grip—and play right into her trap.
“That’s it,” she purrs against my ear. “Squirm for me.”
I would stop if I could, but every time she flaunts her control, I lose more of mine. My cock throbs uselessly on my stomach, leaking and dripping, and my nerves frazzle with urgent need.
“Just get it over with!” I finally whine.
“Oh… but I want to hear themagic words…”
I huff, struggling to focus, the effort briefly stilling my muscles. “And what are those?” My ass throbs around the emptiness her tongue left behind.
Her tone mimics mine from earlier. “Oh alpha. I’m such a needy slut. Please fuck my pretty little brains out.”
I growl and feel the odd sensation of my ears pinning back. “Fuck you.”
Christine clicks her tongue. “Sorry. Afraid that’s not right.” She slowly rocks her hips, dragging her cock next to mine. It slides easily on the pre-cum spreading across my stomach, and I jolt when our lengths brush each other.
“Aren’t alphas supposed to be out-of-control fuck machines? What’s wrong with you?!”
“Oh, don’t you know? I cansmellit…” She leans close, nuzzling her nose into my hair and taking a deep breath.
“Know what?” I snap.
Her tongue slides over my ear, and I squeal, trying—and failing—to break free. Her whisper lands against the wet skin, sending violent shivers down my spine. “I can tease you like this forever because…you like it.”
“I don’t, I—” But there’s a vibration in my core, a strange type of pleasure that sends my breath quickening. “I wouldn’t—” My cock throbs as my ass clenches, and I become aware of just how much I’m dripping, just how much I ache for her touch. “…Fuck.”
“That’s not the magic word either.” She flicks her tongue over the shell of my ear, and I try to tuck my head to cut her off. She leverages her cheek against mine, keeping my neck open as she slides her long, hot tongue all the way down.
“Please! Please, alpha, please fuck me, please…”
Her smug, wicked laugh rattles through my bones. “Now that’s averygood boy…”
She shifts my hands into one of hers, then pushes my legs back toward my head.
Fear suddenly grips me. “Wait?—”
Christine pauses with calm patience. “What is it, Mai Tai?”
My lungs don’t want to move. “… I don’t know.”
A soft smile pulls at her muzzle. Her hair falls around me, a starfall curtain in the darkening night. “I do.” She nuzzles her cheek against mine. “You feel vulnerable. But I’m going to take good care of you. Can you trust me?”
I nod, finally able to take a deep breath again.
“Good. I’m going to go nice and slow—even well after you’re begging me for more.”
Christine’s free hand slides down my body, skimming my ribs, my waist, my hips. Her touch drifts between my legs, and her knuckle traces gentle circles across my perineum and around my rim.
Liquid heat drips from her touch and crawls up my spine, turning my thoughts to mush.
“Oh…”
Christine gives a satisfied hum. “God,you’re slick for me…”
The words drift through hazy layers. “What?”
She presses her thumb against the center of my rim, sending me gasping. Her next circle slides easily, and she lifts her thumb to the fading sunlight, where it glistens with clear, viscous fluid.
