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
“I didn’t know that’s what you meant.”
Luke’s face appeared over mine, all Alpha. “It means you come when I say you can, and not before. It means, little Omega,” he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me with my own flavor on his tongue, “I can choose to take you all the way to the edge as many times as I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You know what you can do to make me stop.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to?”
Fuck me. The smirk on his face told me he already knew I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to be tormented with pleasure just out of reach, and yet I did. God, there was something wrong with me. “No. Don’t stop.”
His purr rumbled between us. “Good girl. Don’t worry, Esme. I’m not only going to deny you.”
“Just a lot?”
“I guess you’ll have to find out.”
He fit himself against me, pushing in, and the way I was spread made him feel bigger than he was, stretching me and making me moan. The bulge of his knot pressed against me from his first orgasm, but he didn’t lock us yet.
“How do you feel?”
“I feel good,” I told him. “Really really good.”
The pleasure was right there, waiting for me to come to it again, pulling me up into pre-orgasmic bliss like a slingshot.
“Esme, you don’t have permission to come,” Luke said. “If you have to, you will ask, and asking doesn’t mean I’ll say yes.”
It was right there, barely out of reach. “Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please may I come?”
Luke’s lips grazed over my neck. “Not yet.”
He slowed down his pace, my climax fucking evaporating, and I moaned, the loss nearly painful. “Cruel Alpha.”
I felt him smile. “Absolutely.”
Pushing my bound legs wider, he fucked me again, a ruthless driving pace carrying me toward ecstasy. Again, I could see the blinding fireworks from a distance, and again, Luke told me no, letting everything wink out into darkness.
“You’re going to kill me,” I breathed. “Please, Luke.”
He stared down at me, stormy blue eyes cold with power. “Please what, Omega?”
“Please fuck me, Alpha, and make me come.” The last word was shaky and breathless. He didn’t have to say yes. He could keep me here all night and say no. Why did that thought bring me so much closer to going over?
Luke thrust deep and hard, bringing back the fireworks in full force. No matter if he said no this time, I wasn’t sure I could hold myself back. The orgasm train was already on the tracks at full speed, and the brakes were out. “You can come, sweetheart.”