His smile is downright smug. “Oh, I’ll tell him.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because leaving you on the edge gets me hot.”

I impale myself on his finger, only easing up when it starts to pinch, and he picks up the rhythm, that digit sliding in and out of me until I’m moaning for more. “Sebastian, please.”

“My name, your lips…pure fucking heaven, princess.”

I say his name again, and he growls at me.

Like an animal.

An alpha of the pack catching a whiff of his mate.

“If you don’t tell me to stop, I’ll let him know how drenched and needy you are right before you come. I’ll describe the flush of your cheeks, and how tight your cunt feels around my fingers, clenching with each…forbidden…wave.” He leans forward, his bright blue eyes locking onto mine, lips parted, breath shuddering against my mouth. “He’ll take away one of your precious diamonds.”

“Stop,” I gasp, exerting pure willpower to stall my hips.

“Are you sure?” His touch slows, fingers teasing my wet slit, and I groan my frustration.

The only thing I’m sure of is that I want him to keep going.

“No,” I say instead, suffering from a case of indecision.

“Beg me to stop playing with your pussy, and I will.”

“I don’t want you to stop!” I squeeze my eyes shut, caught in a mental trap. “Please…I need you.”

“You can have me, princess, but not without consequences.”

He’s too smug, over-the-top cocky, and ridiculously sexy.

And I’m too powerless in this fight, the battle lost before he even touched me. But I’m not a quitter, so I do the only thing I can.

I go on the offense.

“Let me see you,” I say, reaching for the button of his ripped jeans. His eyes darken, and my heart dances in triumph. Glory is on the horizon, and it’s mine. I lick my lips, drunk off the sudden advantage I taste on my tongue.

Power is the lust in his eyes.

And the throbbing member in his pants is my weapon.

This is war.

He swats my hands away, pulls down his zipper, and then he’s straddling my thighs as his massive erection stands between us.

“So what’ll it be? Am I fucking that tempting mouth, or do I have to settle for your fists?” He dips his head, lips brushing my ear. “Or I could take your virgin ass.”

“How do you know I haven’t already…done that?”

“Liam doesn’t have the balls to take you like that.” His teeth clamp onto my earlobe, and he gives a playful tug. “And we both know Heath hasn’t laid a finger on you. So, that leaves a blow job, or a hand job…unless you want the third option? Either way, you’re getting the job done.”

“H-hand job,” I say, tripping over the words.