Page 55 of Examining the Bond

“How far would you go if you didn’t have them?” I shift my hand from her belt, the tips of my fingers pressing into the hard ridges of her abs.

She sucks in a breath. “Do that again and find out.”

I hesitate, her lips dangerously close to mine as she rises over me, her alpha energy palpable in every sinew of my body.

First, I dress slutty to seduce her, and now I’m taunting her.

Who am I?

Definitely not the timid girl who went shopping for body wash to pretend like she was being smothered in an alpha’s scent, hiding my lust from her. No, she’s long gone.

After a beat of hesitation, I swallow the whispers of fear teasing my mind and jerk on her belt again, this time hardenough to make her take a half-step forward. Her gaze darkens with lust, and a wicked smirk quirks her lips.

In a blink, she grabs my hand, wrenching it free, and spins me around so I’m facing the opposite wall. I squeak as she presses in behind me, her body molding to mine as she bends to brush her lips along my neck.

“You love provoking me, don’t you?” she teases, her warm breath spilling over me. Goosebumps scatter over my skin. “You want to see how far you can push me before I snap? You want me to take control, to make you feel good, don’t you?”

Her free hand goes straight to my throat, her long fingers wrapping around it like a necklace, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse flutter.

Fucking hell.

Pleasure bursts through me, and it’s not because of the words she’s rumbling in my ear. Or because my clit is already throbbing, slick seeping into my leggings.

It’s because this alpha—myalpha—is completely wrapped around me, pressed so firmly against my back that I can feel her breasts against my shoulder blades, her chiseled abs solid through my clothes.

I groan, letting my head fall back against her as my eyes flutter closed.

“Don’t you?” she repeats, her voice dropping lower.

Her fingers flex a little tighter, and heat burns through my veins. Her other hand ventures lower, dancing over my stomach, teasing my hip, squeezing my ass.

“Y-yes,” I whimper. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat drumming against her fingers.

Any more of this and I might just come on the spot.

That would be a first.

I press my ass back against her, grinding against her crotch. My worry about getting caught is long gone, replaced by adesperate need to feel more of her. I want her hands to set my body on fire and for her mouth to soothe the burn.

“You’re dangerous, preciosa,” she growls quietly against the shell of my ear.

I open my eyes and crane my neck to see the dark heat beating off her. Her lips are hardened into a line, her eyes hooded with desire. Just the sight of her looking at me like she wants to devour me makes my knees weak, but she keeps me upright with her body.

She has me trapped, pinned in place, and I’m completely at her mercy.

“I’mdangerous?” I ask with a smirk. “Pretty sure you’re the one with their hand around my throat.”

Another growl rolls in her chest and makes my skin tingle. She pulls up the end of my dress, her fingers racing to slip beneath the waistband of my leggings. They dive lower, teasing over my lacy thong.

“You wore these just for me, didn’t you?” she murmurs, her fingertips dancing slow circles over my clit through the fabric. “Were you hoping for a repeat of the other day, Riann? Do you want me to make you come again?”

I squeeze my eyes closed, slick dripping down my thighs. If it weren’t for my leggings, I’m sure there would be a puddle on the floor.

“Yes,” I whine, hating the desperation in my tone. “I want you to fuck me again.”

She groans as she buries her face in the crook of my neck, her voice muffled against my skin. “How could I say no when you talk like that?”

I gasp as wet heat suddenly presses against my shoulder, and my pussy weeps in envy as I realize she's painting a lick up my neck. “It's like you're begging me to eat you again.”