Being St. Clare’s plaything.

His grip tightens through my pants, and breathing through my nose gets harder. I’m trying to keep it together, but he knows how to pull me apart, and every stroke has me breaking into pieces. I shudder in his hold.

“Please …” I’m begging him. Again. So much for being all capable alpha man—if I could ever claim that—because it’s just not possible around St. Clare. I turn into a flailing turtle the second he’s around, and nothing I do can stop me from tipping over onto my shell and going belly up.

“Please what?” he asks, that teasing tone I love so much zapping through my bloodstream.

“Please … anything. Touch me, St. Clare. Hand, mouth, dick … I don’t care.”

His head turns sharply, nose bumping my ear, and I glance up to meet his searching eyes. “Could I fuck you?” His hand flexes around my cock, and I press deeper into his touch.

“Do you want to?”

“So fucking much.” The words are a rasp. “But there’s no way your virgin hole could take my cock the way I want it to right now.”

The sound that echoes in my throat is one thousand percent not a whimper. “Goddammit, do something.”

He nips my chin, then takes a step away, breaking all contact between us. My hands automatically reach for him, but he only shakes his head and points at the tree. “Go and lean against it, drop your pants, and stick your ass out.” His eyes twinkle darkly. “You asked for this.”

I’m still not sure what this is, but I tug at my jeans button while I walk, careful of my arm even though the painkillers are doing their job, and as soon as I reach the tree, my pants are loose enough to shove them to the ground.

I don’t realize St. Clare has followed me until his warm hand presses against my lower back, encouraging me to arch forward more. Then, his fingertips brush over my hole.

I jolt but strangle my cry before it can leave me. “Oh, fuck.”

His chuckle is sinful. “Like that?”

“Surprisingly, I think I did. Hard to tell though. Might need more.”

“More?” His fingers skim my opening again, and the buzz it ignites is incredible.

“No one’s ever touched me there before last night.”

“I got that impression, yeah.” He’s smiling as he leans in and licks my neck. “It does something to me, you know. Knowing I’m the first. That I get to train your hole and show it everything it’s been missing. I’m going to have it so fucking desperate to take a cock that you’ll be begging me to fuck you every time you see me.”