Page 2 of Binding Breanna

David leans in, his sexy smile shifting, growing more mischievous. “Is it for tonight?” His voice is a deep rumble, pushing straight to my aching cock. My goodness, this man can so easily undo me.

“Actually, it is.” I move to the lush green couch next to the massive window. It overlooks the city, showing countless buildings and tiny people milling about along the streets. “Come here.” I sit down, patting the spot next to me.

“What are you up to?” David’s voice lifts, almost playful.

“Game Night is in,” I check the app on my phone, “four hours.” I set the envelope on my lap, giving my Alpha a heated look.

“You are killing me,” he chuckles. “Spill. What do you have planned?”

I give him a flirty smirk, loving how easily I can command all of his attention. “We can both agree that last year’s Game Night was unbelievable. Right?”

A deep rumble pushes from my Alpha’s chest. “Yes.” He leans in, his sweet breath fanning across my face. His spicy aroma makes my heart race. I love it.

“I know you didn’t like being forced to find the omega on our own. It was…” I scrunch up my face, trying to find the right word. “Frustrating,” I settle on that word, and David nods.

We both thought the hunt would be exciting, but my sexy Alpha found it more anxiety-inducing than anything else. He was enraged, pissed that we only got a little over an hour with our prey once we nabbed him. I, personally, loved all of it, but I also like the idea of having a full fourteen hours with our next victim.The things we could accomplish in that time.

“This year,” I place my hand on David’s knee before handing him the envelope, “I’ve decided to go with a service.”

“A service?” He glances down at the thick packet of paperwork.

“Yes.” I tap it, urging him to open it. “In four hour’s time, we will be served a lush, ripe, untouched omega.”

“Really?” David’s eyes light up, and his hands tremble as he rips open the envelope. His eyes fly over the company’sletterhead before reading over the terms of our agreement. He skips over the bill—money isn’t an issue for us. “Mitchum,” he gasps as he comes across the one-sheet for our omega.

Breanna Clark.

She’s young, only twenty-two, with long dark hair and hazel eyes. There’s no picture, but the description of her body type is pretty thorough.

“Oh, Alpha,” David rumbles as he stares at the last line: CERTIFIED VIRGIN

Lust flashes in his warm brown eyes, then he winces hard. The chip in his head steals away his joy. I'm enraged for him. But I quickly calm myself, not wanting to be zapped as well.

“I wanted to make sure we didn’t run out of time this year.” I squeeze the back of his neck. “I want to see all the wonderful things you can do when time isn’t an issue.”

Memories of last year’s Game Night flit through my mind. Slick and sweat-tinged with a hint of virgin blood. He was a really good omega. It wasn’t our intention to kill him, but he was so fresh and clean, tasting like pure innocence. By the time we realized he was dead, it was too late.

But the memory has injected something wonderful into our relationship. Our sex has been hotter, more carnal, ever since.

David is a savage when he takes me, biting my neck and back as that fucking chip does its damndest to steal away all our joy. But in four hours, we’ll both get to indulge in all those wonderful sensations once again.

Hard, violent, delicious sensations.

A quick jolt erupts in my temple, shooting down my spine. It steals my ability to think, and I blink repeatedly. My face warms as that fucking chip recalibrates my brain, forcing me to be calm.

I hate it.

“Getting a little excited, too?” David chuckles, slipping his hand across my thigh, to my straining cock.

“You have no idea,” I moan as he squeezes me through my pants.

“Oh, I do.” He squeezes me again. “I’ve been sitting here with a raging hard-on all fucking day thinking about the way that sweet omega begged and panted.”

“It was hell not biting him. Wasn’t it?”

David laughs, pressing his forehead to mine. “It really was.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to get too worked up again. “You know…” I slip my hand down his chest. “I was thinking. Maybe we could bite this one. Knot her, mark her, fully stretch her out.”

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