Chapter 169
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I had to admit, this tops every Jessica Wilkinson’s trouble ever.
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My fucking sanity is out of the window the second she offered to play some fantasy games in our bed. And look at that, she wants me to play a tyrant alpha to his pitiful omega.
“Just don’t shift when you’re inside me,” she said with an excited chirp.
A loud growl went out of my lips with that fucking thought. My wolf wants that. He longs to claim her enough and now she’s trying to feed him with these offers from her?
Well, I’ll be damned.
But no matter how exciting that can be, it will only tear her apart.
“What are you doing?” My voice was a whisper still not getting over the fact that my Luna just surprised me with a poisonous meal but made me the luckiest man alive on earth.
Jessica slowly lifted her shirt while dancing and I had to control myself. I’m naked on the bed while she’s on the bed trying to edge me with whatever naughty thought she has in her mind tonight.
I’m down to anything too. Especially after the conversation that I had with Kade.
“Have you ever had a lap dance?”
Oh hell, no. “You mean, a dirty lap dance?”
Jessica nods. I think she really tried to go overboard with all of these. “Yes, alpha. Have you?”
Moon goddess!
I’ve been in love with her for years already and I am not a good hypocrite man to not think of every filthy little act and position I want to put her through but her wiggling her ass and crawling on the bed?
That’s a fucking scene I’ll always remember on my birthday,
Jessica settles on my thighs, eyes locked on mine, daring me to breathe, daring me to lose control. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me–what she’s always done.
My hands twitch with the urge to grab her ass, to pin her down and make her stop playing with me, but fuck -I can’t ruin this. Not when she’s giving me the filthiest birthday I’ll ever have.
“Please…” she whispers, voice trembling in that practiced, innocent way that doesn’t belong to her at all. “I’ll never tell anyone. Don’t make me do this, please?”
The corner of my mouth curves. She’s roleplaying. My good little wolf, acting like she isn’t grinding herself against my cock right now.
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“You think begging is going to save you?” My voice comes out darker than I intend, but she shivers, so I don’t stop. My fingers dig into her hips, keeping her exactly where she is. “Do it. Dance for me. Or I’ll show you what happens when an omega lies to her Alpha.”
She gasps, not from fear but from the way my grip bites into her skin. Her lashes lower, her lips part, and then she starts to move. Slow at first. Little circles of her hips, dragging her clothed cunt right over the length of
- me.
“That’s it,” I rasp, my thumb sliding under her shirt, brushing her bare skin. “Is this why you always disobey me, Wilkinson?”
I know what dragging her last name will do to her. Sure enough, her body jerks, her eyes flashing with confusion then heat.
She didn’t expect me to go into that very scenario of how we lived our life till now.
“You’re an asshole,” she breathes, hips rolling harder anyway, like she can fuck the insult right back at me.
“And you’re a brat,” I shoot back, my teeth grazing her jaw. I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging just enough to arch her throat. “Say it. Admit you like being punished for disobeying me.”
She shakes her head, stubborn even as her cunt grinds deeper against me. “You don’t deserve being an alpha Grayson.”
Damn it.
Hearing that hurts–but so is slapping her ass. My palm lands hot and hard, the sound echoing in the room, and she jerks against me, gasping.
“You think I don’t deserve it?” I growl, fingers tightening in her hair until her throat is bared for me. “Then why the fuck are you dripping all over my lap, Jessica?”
She whimpers, but her hips don’t stop. If anything, she rides me harder, chasing friction like she wants to prove me wrong with every grind.
“You want to test me? Fine.” I yank her closer, chest to chest, my mouth at her ear. “I’ll show you what kind of Alpha I am.”
Her eyes blaze, defiant even as her body trembles. She loves this. Loves me dragging her past rebellions into the present, twisting them into something filthy, something ours.
“Arch your back.”
She does, slow and smug, tits bouncing right in my face as she rolls her hips on me. I slide lower against the pillows so I can breathe her in, mouth a breath from her skin.
“Hands behind you,” I order. “Wrists crossed. Keep them there.”
Her eyes spark like she might argue, but she folds her arms back, wrists locking at the small of her spine. It pushes her chest higher–exactly where I want it.
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“Good girl.” I nose along the curve of her, not giving her the satisfaction of my mouth yet. “Look at you trying to be in charge while you put yourself right here.”
She grinds down harder, on purpose. “Maybe I am in charge.”
My fingers grip her hips, dragging her slower so every pass is torture. “You’re a brat, Wilkinson. And this brat doesn’t touch unless I say.” I tilt my chin. “Present for your Alpha.”
She arches more–taunting me, because that’s what she lives for. My lips barely graze her through the thin fabric, a ghost of heat, not nearly enough.
“Tease,” she breathes.
“You started it.” I open my mouth and take one needy peak into the heat of my tongue, just a taste, then pull back before she can chase me. She whines–caught–then bites it off like she didn’t mean to.
“Say it,” I murmur, breath hot against her skin. “Tell me you like being punished for disobeying me.”
“I don’t-”
I slap the outside of her thigh, a sharp sting that makes her jump and ride me harder. “Don’t lie to me.”
She pants, forehead tipping to mine, wrists still locked behind her. “I like it.”
“Louder.”
“I–like–it.” She’s trembling now, chest rising against my mouth with every grind. “Happy?”
“Not yet.” I drag my teeth lightly along her, just enough to make her gasp. “You told me I don’t deserve to be Alpha. Say it again.”
Her eyes flare. “You don’t deserve it.”
I laugh, low. “Look at you. My disobedient little wolf is finally on her knees–finally giving me the birthday dance I deserve.”
Her breath stutters. “You’re sick.”
“And you’re wetter than you’ve ever been,” I fire back, my hand cracking against her ass again, forcing her to grind harder.
“You hear that? That sloppy noise? That’s your pussy soaking through my pants for everyone to smell.”
She whimpers, hiding her face, but I catch her chin and shove her tits against my mouth. I suck hard, wet, obscene, saliva trailing when I let go.
“Fuck, taste so sweet,” I groan against her skin, tongue dragging across her nipple through the thin fabric. “You love it when I use you like this. Sitting on my cock, tits in my face, dripping like a bitch in heat.”
“Stop-” she gasps, but her hips betray her, circling faster, grinding right where she wants it.
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“Don’t say stop when you mean harder,” I growl, catching her breast between my teeth, tugging until she cries out. The sound is ragged, messy, exactly how I like her. I spit over the swell of her tit, then lick it back up, wetting her with my tongue, the obscene noise of it filling the room.
Her thighs shake around me, the slick grind getting faster, wetter. I smack her ass again, guiding her pace. “That’s it. Make a mess all over your Alpha. Let me hear it. Let me fucking hear how bad you want me inside you.”
She moans loud this time, no holding back, the sound breaking into little sobs. Her chest heaves against my mouth, and I lick, bite, suck–leaving her soaked, marked, mine.
“You think you’re in control?” I snarl against her skin. “You’re just a dripping, desperate little slut on my lap. begging to be filled. And you’re going to beg louder before I give it to you.”
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