Page 21 of The Alpha’s Promise (Alpha Doms #3)
Cody didn’t think he’d sleep lying beside Melissa, knowing she was panty-less beneath his threadbare t-shirt, but he woke to her climbing out of the bed.
He reached for her automatically. His body didn’t want to be separated from hers.
“I’ll be right back.” Her smile was sweet and soft. He loved this side of her, almost as he loved the feisty, back-talking girl he’d first met.
She padded to the bathroom, then returned with the rope in her hands.
“You want me to tie you up again?” he teased, interlacing his fingers behind his head as he lay on his back.
She wore a playful expression, one he hadn’t seen on her before and he definitely liked it. She crawled up over him. “I’m going to tie you up.”
He shook his head. “Sorry, baby. Not going to happen.”
She seemed prepared for that answer, only half-listening as she unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. His cock, perpetually hard around her, sprang out.
“That’s too bad,” she purred, taking his cock in her delicate hand and closing her fingers around the base. “Because I was going to suck you off. But not if you’re in danger of losing control…” She batted her eyelashes.
His thighs gripped from the pleasure of her touch and he groaned. Yeah, he wanted the blowjob. And yeah, he was in danger of losing control. But he doubted a little rope would hold him if it came down to it. He closed his eyes, shoving the wolf back down and drawing several cleansing breaths.
“Okay. Do it,” he rasped and offered his wrists up to her. “I hope you know how to tie a good knot, baby, or you’re going to get fucked into the next galaxy.”
Her breath shuddered in, hands trembled as she looped the rope around his wrists. She tied a simple knot, then stopped and undid it. “Actually, I don’t know my knots at all. I’d make a terrible boy scout.”
She was so damn cute. He smiled and shook the loops of rope off and formed a quick pair of rope cuffs. “Hold these.” When she did, he shoved his big hands through the loops. “Now pull the loose end until they’re tight. That’s it. Now attach the end to the headboard.”
“I should’ve known you’d be bossy even when you’re getting tied up.”
He flashed a wicked grin. “Believe it, baby. I’m always in charge, whether my wrists are wrapped in rope or not.”
She smiled sweetly. “We’ll see.”
He suspected, then, he was a goner. He was sure of it when she peeled off the nightshirt and gave him the mouthwatering view of her perky breasts with their hardened peach nipples.
“Squeeze your nipples,” he rasped, cock straining, eyes glued to the hardened peaks.
She hesitated, as if debating whether she was going to take orders from him when she’d clearly been attempting to take the lead, but it seemed what he’d been suspecting about her was true—she liked to serve. Submission and surrender were natural for her, even if she thought she had to fight them.
She slid her small hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts.
“Pinch them.” He sounded desperate.
She moistened her lips as she obeyed and he groaned, rolling his hips. The rope actually helped because when he yanked at his hands, the bite into his skin reminded him why he was bound.
“Lick one. Can you? Can you suck it?” Watching a woman suck anything turned him on, and there was something so dirty about her sucking herself.
Melissa cupped her breast and lifted it toward her mouth, extending her glorious pink tongue to circle her nipple, then suck it into her mouth.
“Oh, Jesus-fuck!”
She straddled his legs and lowered her mouth to his cock, her eyes glued on his face. There was something so erotic about the move—the fact that she was watching his face, his reaction so closely made it vastly more intimate. So sexy.
His hips thrust forward the moment her lips landed on the head of his cock and when she licked around the rim, he yanked the ropes so hard the bed frame groaned. He hoped the rope broke before the bed, because he’d carved it himself.
She took him deep in her throat.
Forget that—he didn’t care which broke first, so long as it broke immediately. His eyes had changed color, need burned hot in his belly. The room spun and blurred, his awareness only on his straining erection and her hot, wet mouth.
The rope broke.
Dimly, he registered Melissa’s shocked face, but the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, the intoxication complete.
He lunged forward and picked her up by the waist, arranging her on all fours and shoving her chest to the bed so her ass remained in the air.
The rope still wound around his wrists, torn ends flapping as he gripped her hips and shoved balls deep into her delicious heat.
“Cody!” She sounded alarmed, but it only excited him. “Condom! You forgot a condom,” she gasped.
He swore loudly. It came out more like a roar of anger, but he forced himself out of her, yanked the entire bedside drawer out and grabbed a foil packet. His teeth clamped down on it and he tore it open and sheathed his length.
Melissa, his beautiful mate, remained in the position he’d put her, waiting.
She wanted this. That knowledge fueled his lust even hotter.
His sense marginally returned, he reached around her hips and stroked her slit.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled in approval, “You’re always wet for me, aren’t you? ”
He slapped her clit.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Were you this wet for him?” He shouldn’t have asked it, didn’t mean to bring her fucking ex into the space between them, but now that he’d said it, he needed to know.
“No—never.” Her husky voice answered immediately, without hesitation, and his inner wolf did the moonwalk around the bedroom.
He slapped her clit again. “Are you going to let me fuck you?” It was a little late to ask permission but now that his mind had returned, he needed to be sure she wasn’t afraid of him.
“Cody, now. I need you now.”
He pushed into her and his senses exploded.
Time disappeared. He fucked her hard and fast, holding her hips to brace them for his pounding thrusts.
He wanted it to last forever and he needed it to end as soon as possible.
The room bled to white as cum shot down his shaft.
He buried himself deep and came with a shudder.
Melissa’s internal muscles spasmed and squeezed around Cody in waves and lights shot in front of her eyes like a meteor shower. Cody pulled out and flipped her onto her back, as if she weighed nothing.
His inhuman appearance made her scream. His eyes were pale blue and his canine teeth had elongated into sharp points. He surged over her.
To mark her.
She started to scramble back, to run, but remembered his warning from their first night together.
Never run from an aroused wolf. Especially not an alpha.
Instead, she blocked him, planting her foot in his belly and bracing her leg. “Cody,” she begged, hoping he’d find control.
His hand found her foot and he gripped it, looking down and frowning. His eyes shot to hers and locked there. He drew two deep breaths and his irises changed back to gray, the fangs disappeared.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, princess.” He dropped beside her on the bed, gathered her in his arms and kissed her temple and her hair.
Relief mingled with something more complex—the intensity of how much she loved being on the receiving end of Cody’s affection—and her eyes filled with tears.
Cody stiffened beside her, even though there was no way he’d seen them—his face had been buried in her hair. His head jerked up and he stared at her as she blinked back the water.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispered hoarsely, brows drawn low.
She shook her head and pulled him down for a kiss.
He returned it, lips moving softly over hers, nipping her lower lip as he pulled away. “I smelled your tears.” He wouldn’t drop it. “I’m sorry.” He rested a hand on her waist and propped himself up on one hand, gazing down at her. “I scared you, didn’t I?”
“No, I’m okay. You scared me a bit. It hurt, but in a good way.” Oh, hell, was she blushing? It was true, her pussy felt completely pummeled, her internal wall battered, but she loved the well-used feel. Orgasmic bliss still flowed through her limbs.
He unwound the busted ends of rope that still hung from his wrists, as if just becoming aware enough of his appendages to notice them.
“Are you hungry, baby? I know this amazing little store with the best cinnamon rolls you’ve ever tasted.”
She beamed at him. This Cody—the gentle, considerate one, blew her mind.
Was this really the same crude, dirty-talking stooge?
She watched his tattooed muscles flex as he climbed off the bed and pulled on his clothes.
Yes, it was the same guy. And if she was honest, she’d admit she freaking loved the dirty talk.
Especially since he backed it up with the hottest action she’d ever had. Whipping included.
She hopped out of bed. “I’ll just take a quick shower.”
He looked over his shoulder and then stilled, eyelids dropping to half mast, expression turning hungry once more. “Don’t come out without clothes on,” he warned.
Her laughter turned into a shriek when he fake-lunged for her.
“I mean it. I’ll keep you tied to that bed all day long, baby,” he called after her.
She caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror and stopped, seeing her reflection through new eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
Her body, while nothing she’d ever considered that special, still showed the marks of his possession—the finger marks on her hips, a few marks on her ass from the spanking the night before.
The memory of that punishment sent flutters of excitement twittering in her belly. Had he really spanked her pussy?
She’d always been one to enjoy sex—her sister had called her a serial dater before Jeremy, but Cody made her feel desirable, like an absolute sex goddess.