Page 82 of Bullied Forced Omega

“Mm. I think last time we were stuck between Dante and Jericho,” he says thoughtfully.

“And Tank,” I add.

He bursts out laughing. “We arenotcalling our sonTank. I already told you it’s never going to happen.”

I pout my lip out, sulking, with a mischievous glimmer in my eyes. Turning around, I wiggle onto his lap and straddle him. He groans, already knows what’s happening.

“What do I have to do to convince you?” I purr.

He sighs and squeezes his eyes shut, but his cock is going hard between my legs. He can never resist me, and I love it.

I love teasing him. I love the way he responds to me.

“I don’t know, little one. You’ll have to do a lot of convincing to get me to…oh fuck,” he growls as I nibble at his neck, right in the spot that has him shuddering with pleasure.

“What were you saying?” I giggle.

“Um…” he murmurs, fighting for control.

I rock my hips against his massive cock and savor the expression on his face.

But the tables turn quickly when he lifts me and throws me down onto the sofa on my back.

He pushes my dress up over my hips and lies between my legs, using his hips to force them wider.

“You are a menace, my love,” he growls.

“But I’m your menace,” I argue.

“Mm,” a low rumble vibrates through him, and my body spikes with desperate need.

I can tease him, but never without teasing myself just as much.

“I should teach you a lesson for challenging your Alpha,” he threatens, and my heart spikes with excitement. I bite my lower lip and throw him a devious glance.

“My Alpha should learn who’s really the boss in this relationship,” I say, knowing I’m playing a dangerous game.

He growls and lifts me up, spinning me around so I’m on my knees.

I gasp when he moves behind me and pushes his cock against me while he presses his hand into my lower back.

“Little wolf, you know I always get what I want from you,” he growls.

My heart beats faster, and warm honey spills between my legs, slick, begging for him to enter me.

“I can smell how badly you want my cock,” he whispers darkly.

I arch my back and push my ass against his cock, inviting him into me.

He slides his hand down my back and over my ass, slipping his fingers into my soaked pussy.

The pleasure is intense as he curls his finger inside me and teases the exact spot he’s learned breaks me down.

I cry out, knotting my fingers into the thrown pillows and holding on desperately.

He laughs, a deep, beautiful sound.

“What were we negotiating, little one?” he asks.