Page 34 of Rocked By the Alpha
She pouts.
“What?” He presses a finger to her nose.
“Are you leaving?”
That laugh of his rumbles in his chest. “When your heat is still going full throttle? No fucking way. I’m having too much fun.” He grins at her like a Cheshire cat.
“Perhaps, a little too much fun. I think you like torturing me.”
He plumps up several oversized pillows against the wall and drags her up to sit. Then takes the spot beside her, his elbows resting on his bent knees. “I do. I love torturing you.”
“When all this is over, I’m going to get my revenge.”
He looks her straight in the eye. “I’m hoping you will.”
His magnetic gaze heats her skin and that dull ache in her pelvis intensifies. He feels too far away. She wants him pressed against her, his weight bearing down on her.
She slides her tongue along her bottom lip, swollen from all the kisses, and his eyes swivel left to right following the action.
He shakes his head and rocks forward, grabbing a tray that balances on the mattress and pulling it towards them.
A bowl of chocolate ice cream sits in the centre and he spoons it into her mouth, watching as she swallows the food, then licks the spoon clean, eyes on him the whole time. The second time he takes less of the dessert onto the spoon, but doesn’t bring it to her lips, instead he presses the ice cold dessert against the peak of her nipple, and she shivers as he glides the ice cream around her areola and then licks it away. He continues in this fashion. One mouthful for her, one for him, eating the ice cream from a different part of her body each time — her stomach, her shoulder, her thigh. When the bowl is finished, he holds it up for her.
“Don’t waste it, Omega,” and she licks the bowl clean.
He places the empty bowl down.
“Thirsty?”
She nods.
Unscrewing the cap from a bottle of water, he holds it up to her mouth and she parts her lips letting him pour the water into her mouth.
“About the dildo.” He continues to pour and she swallows the liquid running down her throat unable to speak. “You used it before I got here?”
She nods and the neck of the bottle shifts against her mouth, water spilling over her lips and dribbling down her neck.
He removes the bottle and swipes the water away, fingers stroking over her chin and her neck and then curling around her throat. He leans closer and whispers in her ear, “I want to see you use it.”
“I’d rather have the real thing.”
“You will, but first I want to see.”
He turns back to the tray and only then does she see her discarded dildo, the one with the specially designed knot, cleaned and sitting on the tray.
She slumps down the mattress onto her back and he shakes his head.
“I want a proper view.”
He slides his arms underneath her and scoops her up, carrying her from her nest and into her bedroom. She whines. She doesn’t want to be away from the warmth and softness of her nest.
Lying her down, he position her so that her legs dangle off the bed and he lowers himself to the floor, between her open legs, face hovering right by her pussy so she can almost feel his breath against her sex.
He hands her the dildo.
“I don’t want to.” That ache in her pelvis is building, turning her desperate. It’s been a while since her last orgasm, since he last rutted her, and she needs it again. She doesn’t want to waste her time with this cold, lifeless instrument, when her Alpha and his warm, hard cock are just inches away.
“I want to see,” he growls. “Use the dildo, Omega.”
