Chapters (51)
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Epilogue
- To my readers
- PLAYLIST
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY DEVYN SINCLAIR
“We will try that sometime,” I corrected her. “And more.”
“More?”
The image came so sharply into my head, I had to say it. “One day I’m going to borrow Luke’s handcuffs and put you on your knees. And I’ll watch you suck my cock with these lips I can’t get enough of until I’m about to explode. Then,” I paused for effect. “I’ll grab a cupcake and come all over it. Until it’s dripping.” Lowering my mouth to hers, I teased her mouth with mine. “And then I’m going to feed it to you, and watch you swallow all that frosting laced with my cum, knowing you love every single drop.”
Esme’s pussy clenched down on my knot, making me blind for long seconds. She moaned her words. “What are you doing to me?”
I laughed. “Hopefully fucking you again.”
It wasn’t what she meant, but it was still the right answer.
Reaching back, I gently took her shoes off before peeling off my shirt so we were both more comfortable. My pants would be too difficult.
“If I overstepped a boundary with my Alpha—”
“You didn’t,” Esme said. “I promise. It was… well, it was incredible. The man had some balls provoking you like that. I just didn’t want you to get arrested when we could be doing this.”
She squeezed me, on purpose this time, and I swore glitter exploded across my vision. “Fuck, you don’t know how it feels when you do that.”
“Good?” She did it again, smirking. On the contrary, she knew exactly what she was doing.
“If you don’t want me to turn you over and knot you again as soon as this one releases you, you can’t do that.”
“Who says I don’t want that?”
I kissed her. She tasted like sweet tea in the middle of summer. “I’m going to do what I said, by the way. Jason won’t have a problem banning the guy from the club. And for the other thing?”
“There’s no way they’ll listen. I loved that you did it, but this is my life. Our life. They’re not going to stop taking pictures.”
“I know,” I admitted. “But I’m hoping this gets them to take a step back. They take pictures of you because it makes them money. If they leave you alone and interest fades, you’ll be less worth it to them, as crude and cruel as it sounds.”
“I know what you mean. But I’m not sure they’ll listen, given the photo he got.”
My heart faltered. “I’m so sorry, Esme. I should have been more in control of myself. I put you in this position.”