Page 22 of Knotty Nights
Every inch of her was sculpted and taut. I’d never thought this type of physique was possible outside of Hollywood. Sure, Alphas were defined by their musculature but the woman kneeling in front of me looked like she’d been ripped out of a Greek tragedy.
Green veins lined the backs of her hands and travelled up her forearms, disappearing under her biceps. I wondered what she would do if I sank to my knees right now and traced those delicious veins with my tongue.
A rush of saliva pooled in my mouth and I shut my eyes, trying to keep my raging libido under control. No such luck. Themoment my eyelids slid low, a wave of dizziness made my breath catch.
Shit. Mild Heat my ass!
The tingling in my hands and feet morphed into sweat as I tried to take a deep breath and failed. I knew for a fact that this wouldn’t be an easy Heat since it was getting hard to breathe without feeling my pussy clench several times in succession.
Atlas’ pheromones definitely didn’t help. Where most Alphas led by dominance, there was an undercurrent of needy eagerness in her scent that drew me close. She wanted to please me, hold me, make me come—that much was obvious.
I wanted to stretch this out. The power I held over her was like a drug. Controlling an Alpha that looked like she could break me in half was…
Intoxicating.
She swallowed hard.
“May I please…” God, how I adored that little stutter in her words. “May I please see you, Jazmine?”
She wet her lips, drawing my gaze to those anxiously nibbled curves.
“Maybe,” I teased, fighting a wave of Heat sickness as I sat up slightly. Drops of sweat rolled down my back, uncomfortable against the bathrobe I still wore.
“I’ll do anything.” She pleaded very well for an Alpha. “Whatever you say.”
I felt a brow rise despite the searing warmth that suffused my skin.
“Move your fingers,” I ordered, and she did, letting them fall at her sides.
I pressed the sole of my foot to her cock, using her stomach as a base to create the friction she wanted. She arched into my grip, asking without words for me to move faster, press harder.
Too bad.
With leisurely slowness I hadn’t realized I was capable of, I let her cockhead slip into the gap between my toes and stroked downward.
Her choked gasp made my pussy clench down tight.
“Do you like that, Atlas?”
She nodded several times helplessly.
“Yes, but I…”
She trailed off as I pressed down with the sole of my foot. She ground her cock into me, her back arching as she tried to create as much friction as possible.
“I want to see you, too. Please.”
She was so good at begging. There was something about her heavy-lashed eyes that made her look like a needy little pet.
I decided to give her what she wanted.
As she continued grinding against me, I pushed the seam of my robe apart. The simple lace panties left nothing to the imagination. They were drenched, turning the fabric transparent.
“Oh fuck.”
Atlas shuddered as her gaze locked on the wet mess of my underwear.
“You smell like an Alpha’s dream.”