Page 86 of Bliss & Her Idols

Except, he’s not like any Alpha I’ve met before.

The spark between us makes me want to tease Torin, until he snaps.

“And maybe you should show me that you can be an obedient Alpha.” It’s hard to get out so many words, when my mindis becoming fuzzy from the Alpha pheromones that Torin is emitting into the bedroom. His vanilla tea scent clings to me, possessive and protective at the same time. I’m thirsting for it, more and moreand fucking more. I’m drinking in as much of this Alpha as I can. “Show me bliss.You have five minutes.”

Torin’s lips pull back into a snarl. “What if I fail?”

I’m still undercover, even now.

I can work out this Alpha, peeking beneath his mask.

Plus, it’s rewarding to play these games with a billionaire Idol.

“If you fail, you don’t get to come this rut,” I reply.

I have no idea if that’s possible.

In fact, I bet that it’s not.

Jin gasps, glancing between us. “My Queen,mercy.”

It’s sweet how protective Jin is immediately of Torin.

“Don’t beg on my behalf. Although as a rule, you can always begme.” Torin tilts his head. “Strip her.”

Jin and Cricket sit up.

Cricket leans down and kisses me, before fumbling to pull off my top. Jin expertly undoes and pulls off my leather skirt, which I have a feeling is because he’s regularly helped people in and out of costumes. Then he plays around the edges of my panties, before dragging them down as well.

“Beautiful,” Jin murmurs.

I clutch at the blankets.

I’m the only naked one in the bed, exposed before these men.

For a long moment, they study me.

I moan.

Torin’s glacier gaze only fans my heat.

Torin straddles me, before leaning down and meeting my gaze. “Fine. We’ll order a cock ring. Would you like that, cruel Omega? You could slip that onto my hard cock with your little hands. You could keep me frustrated and needy throughout theheat. I’d be wild and feral, able to pleasure you but unable to come. Your desperate, rutting toy.”

I’m panting hard at the image he’s painting.

Torin couldn’t look less submissive, despite the words that he’s saying.

His voice is deep and low, as his fingers reach behind him to find my soaking pussy.

He dips one and then two fingers inside, working them in and then out in a fast and hard rhythm that makes my toes curl.

“Three minutes,” I force out.

He curls his fingers, finding just the right angle, as he slips in a third finger. I pant, as I’m stretched.

“Two minutes,” I whine.

He fingers me faster, and I struggle to keep still. Then his thumb traces around the rim of my stretched pussy, and my breath hitches.

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