Page 48 of Forced Alpha Bride
“So, you only want me so you can keep your seat?” she asks. It’s obvious that she’s hurt, but there’s a challenge in her tone, too.
“I want to be alpha,” I answer. “I’m not hiding that. Being with you is essential for that to happen. But I also want you.”
“If you’d had a choice, would you have picked me? What if we didn’t get matched, forced together? Would you have chosen me then?”
“Would you have chosen me?” I ask her softly.
She looks away, and I know I have her answer.
“Winnie,” I whisper, getting down on my knees and bringing my face close to hers. “From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. Every moment with you, I want you even more. But this morning—”
“Don’t!” she gasps, her eyes going wide.
“What? Don’t talk about the hottest experience of my fucking life? Good God, Winnie, you’re a goddess. Don’t try to convince me no one’s ever told you that before.”
She shakes her head, chuckling a little. “No, no one’s ever called me a goddess before… but no one’s ever… um… seen that much of me, either.”
A bolt of arousal throbs through me, making my cock rock-hard. I have to close my eyes and turn my face away as I struggle to control myself.
That was for me… just me.
“Damon,” she says. “I was—I don’t know—the restraints, they do something to me. It’s like when I’m bound… I’m free.”
I look into her eyes. She looks confused, but also confident.
“Do you want me to take them off?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
I lean closer to her, feeling the heat building between us. I pause just before our lips touch so she has to lean into me.
Her choice. Not mine.
Winnie slams her lips against mine, shivering all over as if an electric shock has passed between us. I stay still, passively receiving her kiss as she deepens it, experimentally leaning into me and flicking with her tongue.
I stay still for as long as I can, letting the lust rise in me until my muscles are trembling with the effort of staying still and my cock is as hard and hot as a steel poker in a raging fire. As I lean forward and grab Winnie’s shoulders, shoving her into the couch, a predatory growl rips out from between my teeth, making Winnie yelp.
I push her down on the couch, pinning her as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her struggles excite my wolf even more, and for a brief moment, I forget everything except the taste of her on my tongue and her soft, warm body bending to my will.
Stopping for a breath, I hear her whimper and pull back. She’s staring up at me, her eyes shimmering and her chest heaving as she gasps for air.
I don’t know if this is fear or lust.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
Winnie shakes her head. “Yes. I mean, no. I mean—”
“How about I change pace?” I ask, rocking back on my heels and running my hands along her thighs. “Would you let me pleasure you?”
“What?” she whispers. “How?”
I trail my fingers over her knees, slowly gathering the long black dress until I can slide it back towards her hips. The sight of her pale, sleek thighs excites me even more, and I resist the urge to force her knees apart. Instead, I just tease with my fingertips, waiting to see if she opens her legs for me.
“Your choice, Winnie,” I whisper. “I won’t take you.”
Not unless you beg me.
She looks down at my hands, then back up to my face. Holding her gaze, I lick my lips very slowly, just in case she has any doubts about what I intend to do.
