Page 40 of A Cobbled Conspiracy
“I’ll buy you ten new shirts,” he said, muffling my disgruntled squeak of protest with his mouth. “Right now, I need you naked.”
His hands were already working at my belt, pulling it free with a single efficient movement. When he dropped to his knees to remove my boots and socks, I had to brace myself against the wall to stay upright.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, his hands sliding up my calves as he rose to his feet. “And you’re mine.”
“Dominic—”
“Say it,” he commanded, his fingers trailing along the waistband of my underwear. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, because it was true despite everything else, despite our argument and all the ways we were still figuring out how to be together.
“That’s right,” he said, finally pulling down my underwear and leaving me completely bare. “Mine to protect, mine to worry about, mine to fuck.”
The crude language sent another spike of arousal through me. “You’re still dressed,” I pointed out, reaching for his shirt buttons.
He caught my hands, pinning them against the wall above my head. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me yet, omega.”
He drawled out the last word, his voice caressing each syllable. The dominance in his voice made my omega’s body sing with submission, but the stubborn part of me that had started this argument wasn’t ready to give in completely.
“Since when do I need permission?” I retorted petulantly.
“Since you decided to question my judgment,” he said, using his free hand to trace patterns on my chest. His calloused thumb swept across my nipple, causing my breath to hitch. “Since you decided to be a brat.”
“Your judgment is flawed,” I managed, though it was getting harder to think with his hands on my skin, teasing me.
“Is it?” His fingers found my other nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until I arched against the wall. “Because my judgment says you’re wet for me right now.”
I couldn’t deny it when the evidence was literally dripping down my thighs. “You just scented me, that’s all. Alphas and your bloodhound noses?—”
His palm connected with my ass, the sound sharp and loud in the cramped space.
A startled yelp escaped my throat, my body jerking forward. The sting faded almost instantly, replaced by a surge of heat that shot straight to my cock. My cheeks burned as I processed what had just happened—and how much I'd liked it.
"Should I bend you over my knee and spank your ass?" he asked, his hand sliding between my cheeks, teasing but not touching where I needed him most. "Or should we save that for later?"
“Dom, please,” I whispered, my hips trying to chase his touch.
“Please what?” He was enjoying this, enjoying having me desperate and needy while he maintained perfect control.
“Touch me,” I said, giving up the pretense of resistance. “Please, I need?—”
“You need your alpha to take care of you,” he finished, finally sliding his fingers through my slick.
His fingers were skilled and knowing, finding exactly the right pressure and rhythm to have me gasping his name. When he pushed two inside me, I could have cried with relief.
“That’s it,” he said, pressing deeper. “Let me take care of you. Let me give you what you need.”
I was already close, the combination of emotional intensity and physical pleasure overwhelming my senses. When he added a third finger, stretching me open, I shattered with a cry that echoed in the small space.
“Beautiful,” he said, working me through the aftershocks. “Absolutely fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
I was still catching my breath when he pulled his fingers away, bringing them to his mouth to taste me. The sight of him licking my slick from his skin sent another pulse of arousal through me.
“Your turn,” I said, reaching for his belt with hands that were still shaking.
This time he didn’t stop me, letting me work his belt free and push his slacks down just enough for access. I tugged his shirt open, buttons scattering, revealing the lean muscle and controlled power beneath. He was still mostly clothed, but what I could see made my mouth water—his cock hard and ready for me, his chest rising and falling with controlled desire.
“Like what you see?” he asked, noting my appreciative stare.