“Dash,” I muttered. Focusing on the conversation was hard when the towel was losing its grip on her breasts with every passing second. “He’s not allowed to see you like this.”
“Oh,” she breathed.
Her thighs pressed together, but it didn’t stop me from smelling her.
There were totally reasons why I shouldn’t touch her right now.
I just couldn’t think of a single one. My instincts were running wild in a way they never had around an omega before. Honestly, they had been since the moment I saw her, at home on my damn couch. Regardless of the situation, I would never have dark bonded an omega I wasn’t inexplicably drawn to. The bond was for life.Shewas for life.
My hands came to rest on her outer thighs, just below the edge of the towel.
She stopped breathing, the knife hanging limp in her fingers.
“Do you want me to touch you, dove?”
Her whimper had me pulling her closer, my face level with her tits.
“Words,” I commanded. “And tell me the truth.”
Was it wrong to use the dark bond on her in a situation like this? Absolutely. But I didn’t care. I wanted her to tell me.
She fought it for only a second before whining and giving in. “I want you to touch me so badly. Please make me come, Alpha.”
My hands slid up under the towel, palming and squishing her ass. Being called ‘Alpha’ made me feral. It had never been a kink of mine before. I was in charge with every sexual encounter except Ambrose, but I’d never taken to names. Madame or Mistress or Queen didn’t do it for me, but Alpha? It worked far too well.
“Put your knife down,” I murmured.
This one I didn’t make a command. She needed to do it on her own. If she didn’t put it down, we weren’t in a position where we should be doing this.
Kiara hesitated, holding her knife up and inspecting it for a moment.
Then she placed it on the desk behind me, keeping it in her line of sight.
“Good. Now take the towel off.”
She removed her hand from my shoulder, but I didn’t have time to feel the loss. The towel came free, exposing her body beneath. I’d already seen most of it, but I’d been trying not to look. This time, I had no such restrictions.
Kiara’s tits were the most perfect set I’d seen in my life. I brought my hands up from her ass to cup them instead, groaning when my delicate fingers couldn’t contain them. Her nipples were a dusky pink, peaking against my palms as I caressed them.
I didn’t focus on them for long, dragging my nails gently down her side and across her stomach. It was only enough pressure to leave little white lines in my wake, but Kiara pressed forward like she wanted more. Grabbing her ample hips, I tried not to go too fast.
All I wanted right now was to bury my fingers in her tight cunt. A patch of fine honey brown hair decorated the apex of her thighs, but with her tucked between my legs I couldn’t see anything else.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I murmured, trying to tame my alpha impulses and focus on her before I went overboard.
“Th-thank you,” she stuttered.
Both her hands were clenched in fists at her sides and she was shifting on her heels. Nervousness? Or regret over having asked for this?
“Do you want me to stop, dove?”
She shook her head so fast she winced, the movement agitating her injuries. “No, please don’t. I just… um… this is… new.”
My eyebrows drew together, puzzling through the words for a second before it hit me.
Fuck.
That should have been obvious.
