Page 91 of Rocked By the Alpha
He hooks a small object out of his breast pocket. It’s large and gaudy and made of plastic and she frowns at him quizzically as he slides it onto her finger.
“Lola made it for you with her jewellery set. I figured we could choose your real ring together.”
She laughs, more tears sliding down her cheeks, and drops to her own knees and kisses him, not holding back, a passionate kiss that must have the TV stations breaking for commercial. She doesn’t care.
Then they’re racing off the stage, hand in hand, his guitar abandoned somewhere along the way, rushing past stage crew and fans who try to stop and congratulate them and bundling into the dressing room.
He shuts and locks the door, then moves an armchair against it for good measure.
“Fuck,” he says, “that was fucking awesome.”
She hops up onto the dressing table below the mirror, parting her thighs and beckoning him over.
“It was. You were incredible out there. I want to play with you again.”
He stalks towards her, spreading her legs wider so he can stand between them, flush against her core. He licks a wet stripe down her throat. “Maybe I’ll make a special appearance at your next tour.”
“Maybe I’ll make one at yours,” she retorts, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.
“Or maybe we can sing together at the wedding.”
He grins and she snorts. “I think I’m going to be in charge of any wedding plans.”
He reaches up and unties the knot of fabric at her neck, tugging the material away, so that he can get to her tits. Cupping one with his hand, he leans down and sucks hard on her throat, making her whine. She grinds against him, feeling him stiff and ready beneath the leather of his pants.
“You’re a very lucky Omega,” he says into her skin, his growl vibrating against the fine tendons and jugular there.
“And how’s that?” she stutters, never able to concentrate on his words when he’s doing such sinful things to her.
“You’re lucky I didn’t lift you onto that goddamn piano and take you right there on the stage.”
She moans. The idea of everyone watching while her Alpha fucks her sounds more kinky than it should. “I want them all to know you’re mine.”
It’s the Alpha in him talking now, all raw and monstrous.
“Show me that you’re mine now,” she insists as he nips at her shoulder and then trails kisses down to her breast, flicking at her hardened nipple with his tongue.
“You don’t already know? You’re going to be my wife.”
“Show me, Alpha.” She’s so wet for him, she can feel the slick sinking through her panties and into her jumpsuit. The room is thick with the aroma of it and she can smell how hard he is. “Sink your teeth into my gland.”
He yanks down the rest of her outfit, stripping her bare and then he commands her to turn around. “Don’t fucking tempt me, Mrs Stone.”
“Not yet.”
“Want me to show you your mine? I’m gonna leave my hand print on your ass.”
“Leave your teeth marks in my neck, Alpha.” She whines, dropping her head and letting her hair fall forward, exposing her gland. It’s all part of the game they like to play. She likes to tease him, he likes to be teased. He likes to chase her, she likes to be caught. She doesn’t want him to claim her really — not yet anyway, not when her career has taken off and their schedules pull them in opposite directions more often than not. Not for long though, they always find a way back to one another.
He pinches the top of her thigh and she squeals. “You’re a naughty little Omega.”
“Bite me,” she moans and wriggles her ass. His palm connects with her cheek, the thwack sending heat straight to her pussy.
“I told you to stop that,” he says, slapping her other cheek.
“Ohhhh,” she groans.
“Good girl,” he tells her, pressing his body into hers and nuzzling against her gland. His stubble is sharp against the sensitive skin and it makes her eyes roll back in their sockets. “Two more,” he says, his hand slicing through the air and landing on her backside. “I want my handprints clear.” She whimpers, rising up on her toes, the sting hot. When she sinks back down onto the soles of her feet and relaxes, he spanks her one last time.
