Page 7 of The Alpha’s Promise (Alpha Doms #3)
His cock strained at the sight of her naked ass, roaring to life, ready to sink between those beautiful thighs and never stop moving. He lifted his palm and let it fall. It landed with a crack on her right cheek.
She jerked, but didn’t make a sound.
He repeated it on the left.
“When I tell you to stay put, you stay put,” he growled, increasing the intensity of the spanks.
“ Bad. Girl. ” He spanked just a little harder.
She moaned, like being called a bad girl turned her on. Well, hell yeah . She could be his bad girl any day.
He drank in the sweet smell of her arousal.
His heart double-pumped when he realized his prediction had held true.
Her pussy really was dripping for him.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
He stopped the onslaught and rubbed her cheeks, marveling at how soft her skin was. How much he loved seeing his handprints on her pretty ass. “Won’t do what again?”
“I won’t leave. I’ll be good.”
He liked the idea of her being his good girl even better.
Fuck. He needed to stop obsessing over this delectable human.
But he couldn’t stop kneading her ass, squeezing her perfect flesh, not releasing her from the restraining position he’d put her in. He drew deep breaths in an effort to hold back the beast that screamed at him to throw her down and mount her in the most debasing way possible.
“Part your thighs if you want me to take care of that ache between your legs.” His voice sounded gravelly.
She stilled, only her back rising and falling with the movement of her breath, her pretty face hidden from his view, turned into the cushions.
Damn..
Of course she wasn’t going to offer herself up to him. What was he thinking? He’d just humiliated her. She probably wouldn’t speak to him again.
To his shock, her feet inched apart.
He didn’t move, not quite believing his eyes.
Her thighs opened wider, offering a clear view of the pink heart of her sex, dewy and plump.
A shudder of lust kicked through him. “Beautiful girl,” he murmured, feeling as reverent as he sounded. Without releasing her wrists, he brought his fingers to her ripe core, running them lightly along her slit.
The way she humped the sofa arm nearly made him lose control. He stifled a curse and sought her clit. It was already swollen, hot beneath the pad of his finger. He circled once, twice, then flicked and tapped.
Her wanton cry made his hips jerk to match the movement of hers. He circled again. Flicked. Tapped.
“Cody…”
He loved the sound of his name on her lips way too damn much. He loved the scent of her arousal even more. He couldn’t wait to taste her. Couldn’t wait to hear what her cries sounded like when she came.
He slid his fingers down, seeking her welcoming entrance. They slid into her tight heat. He rotated them, angled his elbow to reach to the front of her wall, seeking her g-spot.
She squealed and bowed upward, her wrists pulling in his hand, her legs straightening, punished ass squeezing tight.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” His voice didn’t sound like his own; it had dropped two octaves.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Who are you going to come for?” He slid his fingers out of her and returned to her clit, circling, flicking.
Her thighs trembled, she humped relentlessly.
“You,” she gasped.
He slapped her clit. “Say please .”
“Please! Oh, God, please, Cody.”
“That’s it, baby, say my name. Who makes you come?”
“Cody! Cody makes me come.”
He plunged his fingers inside her again and tickled her g-spot.
She screamed. Once more, she arched, her entire body tightening with her internal walls, which squeezed his fingers.
“Oh, my gawd! What did you do to me?” she wailed as her body continued to shudder and clench, her orgasm going on and on.
Her orgasm was even more spectacular than he anticipated. If he hadn’t known what a fucking privilege it had been to witness, he might have lost control. He still could barely stand not claiming her. And yet he feared if he did, he’d mark her. She had an undeniable effect on him.
With a whimper, Melissa finally finished. He immediately scooped her into his arms and stood.
“I gotta put you out of reaching distance, princess,” he muttered.
“Before I do something I shouldn’t.” He carried her to his bedroom, pulled back the blankets and settled her on the mattress.
She looked adorable in his oversized t-shirt and he had to work hard to ignore the screaming awareness that she wasn’t wearing panties.
With a flick of the blankets, he covered that tempting part of her anatomy.
He thought he ought to say something. The word thanks wasn’t exactly appropriate since he hadn’t been the one who got off, as his aching cock kept attesting.
Probably good night would’ve summed it up, but his tongue didn’t work—it was stuck to the roof of his mouth—so he simply turned off the light as he went out.
He would sleep on the couch. As fucking far away from that tempting little human as he could get.
Melissa lay on the bed, as limp as a rag doll. Her ass tingled. Pleasure still coursed through her in waves, but she felt the loss of Cody’s presence acutely.
That was probably the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. He’d made her vulnerable, then rewarded her for it.
The stark intimacy of it all left her feeling raw. And then the way she’d shamelessly given herself over to him—not just that, but begged him to make her come—made her want to crawl in a hole.
She blinked into the darkness, all the emotions of the day catching up to her—from the terror of hiding in the closet, to the post-traumatic stress it brought up from her kidnapping a year ago, to the spanking and then the sex.
If you could call that sex. Her orgasm. He hadn’t gotten off, which surprised her.
She hadn’t pegged him for the kind of guy who cared about his partner’s pleasure. At all.
She wanted to call Ashley, just to hear her twin, to talk about Cody and everything. Dammit, if she only had her phone!
Out of nowhere, a sob choked her. She didn’t even know what it was about. She wasn’t upset or mad. But all the emotion of the day came rushing to the fore. She sucked in deep breaths, trying to stifle it, but the more she did, the worse it got. Tears spilled from her eyes.
Oh damn.
Well, at least she hadn’t broken down in front of Cody.
She didn’t need to give that jerk any more ammunition. But jerk didn’t fit. No jerk would take care of her needs without meeting his own. No jerk would carry her into bed and tuck her under the blankets like she was worth caring for.
Jesus, she was just so confused.
The door abruptly swung open and Cody strode in, looking dangerous.
She blinked, quickly mopping her cheeks.
“Fuck, Melissa. I’m sorry. Did I make you cry?” He sat down beside her and reached for her.
She didn’t want him to see her crying. But when she pushed against him, he caged her wrists in one large hand and scooped her onto his lap.
Funny how it instantly soothed her.
He tucked her trapped wrists against her chest and thumbed the tears off one side of her face.
She sucked in her breath.
“I’m an asshole. I’m sorry.” He stroked the top of her head, down her neck, across her shoulder. Not in a sexual way like before. No, he was offering her comfort. His brand of it, apparently.
A snuggle. She was actually being cuddled by the dirty-talking tattooed bad boy who had just spanked her ass and put her to bed.
“No, it wasn’t you. It was just everything. This is so embarrassing.”
“Tears are a she-wolf’s weapon,” he murmured. “The scent of a female’s tears makes her mate either go nuclear to protect her, or totally subdued to comfort.”
She chewed on that, wondering what effect a human female’s tears had on a wolf.
But her thoughts couldn’t keep up with the exhaustion of the day.
She sank into Cody’s embrace, leaning back, her head resting against his shoulder.
Her eyes drifted closed, vague thoughts about how she ought to be furious with this overbearing shifter flitting through but taking no hold.
Not when she felt so warm and safe for the first time since her kidnapping last year. Possibly for the first time in years.
She woke in the same position, still cradled half-upright against Cody’s chest. The moment she stirred he brought his hand to her head, stroking her hair again. Or maybe he’d never stopped. She blinked at the illuminated clock on the bedside table. It was two a.m. Hours since she’d fallen asleep.
Had he slept at all? Or had he just been holding her like this the whole time?
Wanting to lie fully horizontal, she crawled out of his arms to the bed, curling up with her head on a pillow.
Cody dropped a kiss on her head then got up and left the room.
This time she felt the loss of him even more acutely. His warmth, his scent, though she’d never noticed a man’s scent before. His was particularly pleasing—like leather and pine and strong, hard-working man.
She almost called after him—to tell him he could share the bed with her—but reason returned. That would be a bad idea. She’d already acted like a complete fool, opening her legs and begging him for an orgasm. And he’d made her.
Say my name. Who makes you come?
Even alone in the dark, she flushed at the memory. How had he reduced her to that wanton pleading woman? Stripped her of her pride and brought her right to the brink of ecstasy with just a few flicks of his fingers?
A man—wolf—like him had probably slept with hundreds of females to master that kind of skill.
She was glad she’d escaped having sex with him.
Never again. No, thank you. A guy like that…
well, she was already half lost for him.
The intensity of her attraction to him terrified her.
She needed to take three steps back and squeeze her knees together real tight.
No sex, no flirting. Definitely no more midnight cuddling.
Cody was the epitome of the kind of bad boy she always went for and this time, she was going to resist.
Somewhere out there a nice accountant or engineer would probably love an up-and-coming real estate agent girlfriend.
Somewhere, a nice, plain, boring guy wanted to sit on the couch and hold hands and watch Mad Men at night with her.
Why did that sound so incredibly awful?