Page 41 of His Problem Alpha
“On the bed,” he says. “On your back.”
I move to the bed, lying down as instructed. The sheets are cool against my heated skin. Alex follows, looming over me, his knees bracketing my hips. He pins my wrists above my head with one large hand, his grip firm but not painful.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks, his voice a low, dangerous purr.
My throat is dry. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it. “You,” I whisper. “I belong to you, Alex.”
I feel a pleased rumble against me when I press against his chest. “That’s right,” he says, leaning down to nose along my jawline. “Mine. My omega.”
He scents me thoroughly, deliberately—rubbing his wrists over my neck, my chest, my stomach. The glands on his throat press against mine, marking me with his scent. It’s primal and possessive and makes me dizzy with want. My body responds instantly, slick gathering between my legs, my dick hardening against my stomach.
“You smell like mine,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “But I want everyone to see it, too.”
His mouth finds the sensitive junction of my neck and shoulder, and he bites down—not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to leave a mark. I gasp, arching into the pressure. He soothes the sting with his tongue before moving to a new spot, leaving a trail of marks across my collarbone, my shoulders, the base of my throat. Each bite hurts and feels amazing at the same time, making my cock throb.
“Alex,” I gasp, struggling against his grip on my wrists. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against my skin. “Tell me what you need, omega.”
“Touch me,” I beg, beyond pride now. “I need you to touch me.”
He releases my wrists and sits back, his eyes raking over me. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands skimming down my sides. “So perfect for me.”
He takes his time undressing, each revealed inch of skin making my mouth water. When he’s finally naked, he settlesbetween my legs, his cock hard and flushed against his stomach. He’s big—thick and long in a way that should be intimidating but just makes me desperate to have him inside me.
“Turn over,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “On your hands and knees.”
I comply, my limbs shaky with need. I feel completely exposed on my hands and knees, but I trust him so much it scares me. He runs his hands over the curve of my ass, his touch reverent.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with appreciation. “Presenting for me. Such a good omega.”
I whimper at his praise, my cock twitching against my stomach. Alex notices—of course he does—and a knowing smile curves his lips.
“You like that,” he says, not a question. “You like being told how good you are for me.”
I nod, unable to form words. His hand comes down in a light slap on my ass, the sting making me gasp.
“Answer me,” he demands, his voice firm. “You like being praised, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit, the word a breathy moan. “Yes, Alpha.”
The title slips out without conscious thought, but Alex’s reaction is immediate—a low, possessive growl that makes my skin prickle with awareness. His hands tighten on my hips.
“Say it again,” he commands, his voice rough.
“Alpha,” I repeat, the word feeling right on my tongue. “My Alpha.”
He groans, his control visibly slipping. His fingers find my entrance, already slick and ready for him. He pushes two in at once, making me gasp and arch my back.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his fingers working me open. “So eager to take my cock.”
I push back against his hand, desperate for more. “Please,” I beg, past shame now. “I need you inside me.”
He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I hold my breath in anticipation. He pushes in slowly, deliberately, filling me inch by inch until I’m stretched and full.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my fingers clutching the sheets. “Alex, fuck—”
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “Take all of me. So perfect, so tight around my cock.”
