Page 27 of The Sterling Acquisition

I don’t want him to let go.

“Your mouth says that.” Dante’s thumb pressed against Orion’s lips, and there was something predatory in his smile. “But your body is telling me to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Which message do you think I’m going to listen to?”

He’s right. Damn him, he’s right.

Despite every rational protest, despite his verbal resistance, Orion could feel his body responding to the Alpha’s raw dominance, the way he took complete control without apology.

“You like pushing my buttons,” Dante observed. “Fighting me, calling me names, you like this.”

Because you’re not trying to break me, you’re trying to overwhelm me.

“You’re fucking delusional.”

“I’m fucking observant.” Dante leaned closer, his breath hot against Orion’s throat. “Your scent is changing, getting sweet and needy. Your pupils are blown, and you’re not trying to hurt me despite having plenty of opportunities.”

The casual analysis, delivered while pinning him to a wall, should have been clinical. Instead, it felt like being dissected by someone who enjoyed what they found.

“And you know what else I can smell?” Dante continued, his voice dropping to something absolutely filthy. “I can smell how fucking wet you’re getting. How much your body wants me to touch you, claim you, fuck you properly.”

“Shut up,” Orion gasped, breathless because it was true.

“I’m going to put my mouth on your throat,” Dante whispered. “Find that spot that makes you whimper. Then I’m going to work my way down, learn every place that makes you arch and beg for more.”

Don’t listen to him. Don’t let him get in your head.

But Dante’s words were painting vivid pictures that turned the trickle of slick he had been trying to ignore into a gush.

“I’m going to suck marks into your skin,” Dante continued, his free hand sliding down to rest against Orion’s chest. “Mark you up so everyone knows you’ve been claimed. Then I’m going to get my mouth on your cock and find out what you taste like.”

“Stop talking,” Orion demanded.

“I’m going to make you come with my tongue, then with my fingers, then with my tongue again until you’re oversensitive and shaking.” Dante’s hand moved lower. “I want to finger you open while Isuck your cock, and to feel how tight and hot you are while you’re cumming down my throat.”

The graphic promises sent heat shooting through Orion’s body.

“You’re sick,” he managed.

“I’m honest about what I want to do to you.” Dante’s fingers found the hem of Orion’s shirt, and his touch was possessive.

Dante’s confidence was absolute as his hand slipped under Orion’s shirt. “You’re going to beg me to touch you, beg me to fuck you, beg me to claim you and make you mine.”

The skin-to-skin contact made Orion gasp despite himself, his body arching into the touch he was verbally rejecting.

“Look at that,” Dante said with savage satisfaction. “ Your body knows what it needs even if your mouth won’t admit it.”

“My body doesn’t need anything from you,” Orion snarled, but even as he said it, Dante’s thumb found his nipple and the sensation shot straight to his cock.

“Liar.” Dante pinched his nipple hard, making Orion bite back a moan. “Your body is crying out for an Alpha who knows how to handle you. How to make you feel good while you fight me.”

Why does that sound so appealing? Why does the idea of fighting him while he makes me cum sound like exactly what I want?

“Fuck you.”

“Eventually.” Dante’s hand moved down his body with increasing confidence, and despite every protest Orion made, he only felt himself grow harder. And wetter. “But first, I’m going to make you fall apart with just my hands. I want to see how desperate I can make you before you start begging.”

This is wrong. This is what you swore would never happen.

But when Dante’s hand moved to his waistband, when those confident fingers found the evidence of his arousal, Orion couldn’t suppress the sharp intake of breath.