Page 122 of Pin My Alpha
He kisses the side of my neck. “Ride me, then.”
So I do.
I plant my palms on his knees and move, facing the bar, facing the shelves of bottles and the brass sign visible through the front window. The room that used to belong to Declan alone. The room I walked into furious and humiliated, determined to prove I didn’t need anybody.
Now I’m in my alpha’s lap in the middle of it, trying to keep quiet while I ride him.
This is so fucking weird.
Declan’s hands stay on my waist, letting me set the pace until I start getting greedy. Until I’m moving harder, chasing the exact drag that has my legs shaking and my mouth falling open. The thick line of his cock stretches me open with every downward rock. I can feel the exact millimeter where the head drags over that spot inside me, and the awareness of how completely he fills me makes my next breath hitch.
“That’s it,” he says, voice gone deep. “Look at you.”
“Don’t start.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
“Declan.”
“My omega, taking what he wants.”
I turn my head just enough to glare at him, but there’s no real heat in it. “Your co-owner.”
“Mine,” he says simply. “And mine.”
That should be too much.
A month ago, it would’ve been.
Instead I grin, breathless and wrecked, and reach down to hold his hand where it’s gripping my hip.
“Yeah,” I say. “Yours.”
His breath catches.
Got him.
I lean back against his chest, shamelessly pleased with myself, and move again.
“My name on the liquor license,” I murmur, because I need to say something or I’m going to make a noise loud enough for the entire patio to hear. “Your cock in my ass. Seems balanced.”
Declan makes a strangled sound behind me.
“Shay.”
“What? It’s a fair division of assets.”
“You’re going to kill me.”
“Probably. But the business will survive.”
His hand comes up to cover my mouth when I laugh, not hard, just enough to muffle it as he starts moving beneath me. The angle changes. Everything in me goes tight and bright.
“Oh,” I breathe against his palm.
“That good?”
“Don’t be smug.”
