Instead, she ran the tip of her finger down his shaft.
He cuffed her wrist, fighting a snarl. “Blair.”
“Yup?”
Yup? “Do not fucking test me right now.”
“Whyever not?” She leaned forward, as if to lap at his dick.
Hissing, Luke fisted her hair and yanked back her head.
She winced, but her lips curled. “Ah, there you are.”
He frowned. “What?”
“Here’s the thing. I don’t want to get claimed by a diluted version of you. I don’t want you to only show me the parts you think I can handle. You don’t get to hold back from me—it’s the one thing I won’t ever tolerate. You wouldn’t let me pull that crap either. Take this slow if that’s what you want, but don’t go all omega on me. Give me you.”
Blair metaphorically held her breath, meeting his gaze steadily, unwilling to back down. This was too important. What would be the point in him claiming her if a part of him was locked away the whole time?
Yes, she understood why he’d wish to tone down his natural intensity. An alpha’s need for control often became more pronounced in the bedroom—especially when it came to their mates. Given her inexperience, it was natural that he’d worry she’d find it too much.
It was a dumb worry, though.
Blair had been prepared for how he’d be in bed. She knew what she was getting herself into. She was fine with letting him lead so long as he understood she’d never be a passive or full-on submissive participant.
Her inner animal was no less inclined to allow him to hold back. The female wanted to bite him hard and lightly claw him—goad him, poke at him, remind him she wasn’t fragile.
Blair raised a brow, daring him to rise to her challenge, knowing it would prick at his dominant instincts.
His eyes momentarily flashed cat. “I’m going to need to take the edge off,” said Luke, his voice different now. Not soft and soothing as if she were a skittish animal. It was now low and deep and oozed authority. “I want to be looking at your beautiful ass while I do. I want to mark it with my come. Lie on your stomach.”
Not an order she’d expected. Or one she had a problem with. Blair did as he asked, her skin breaking out in goosebumps as he rumbled a low guttural growl.
A hand stroked first one globe of her ass and then the other. She could hear him jacking off. Hear his low grunts. Smell his pre-come.
Her pulse quickened. Her mouth went dry. Her inner animal rolled amorously.
Fingertips skimmed along Blair’s slit. She moaned, scraping her nails over the bedsheet, as one thick finger slid inside her. He played with her pussy just as expertly as he had that morning, sure and possessive. She was soon damp and aching, bucking back to meet his touch.
Another finger entered her. Oh, God. She began pushing back harder, all but fucking herself on his fingers. Her tight nipples repeatedly rubbed against the mattress, sending little streaks of pleasure to her clit. He added a third finger, her pussy spasmed—
A rough groan wrenched out of him as ropes of hot come spurted over her back and ass. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight.”
She panted, resisting the urge to curse him for not getting her off. He rubbed his come into her skin, writing … something. She wasn’t sure what.
“Now I want you flat on your back with your legs spread. Make it happen.”
Again with the dominant tone. She couldn’t lie, she kind of liked it. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m kind of sticky right now. If I roll over, I’ll make a mess of the bed.”
“Not gonna tell you again.”
She bit back a smile and, her nerve-endings raw with anticipation, rolled onto her back. Her breath caught at the look on his face. So cold and carnal and hungry.
He knelt between her spread legs, slid his hands under her thighs, and pulled her closer. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” Snaking his rough palms down her inner thighs, he nuzzled her slick folds and then zigzagged his tongue from her clit to her entrance. “This pussy is going to look so good on my cock.”
Blair closed her eyes as his tongue swiped through her folds. A tongue that went on to lick and delve and lap like a master—branding her as surely as his teeth had once done. She arched and moaned, scratching at his scalp. Her thighs trembled as her release crept toward her. Then he sank his tongue inside her once more, and Blair imploded right there.
Luke licked his lips. “Move further up the bed.” The order vibrated with an urgency that warned her not to mess around. It made her bristle, but she’d asked for this, so she couldn’t even complain.
Still a little jittery from her orgasm, Blair blinked hard and did as he asked. He draped himself over her, his eyes dark and ravenous. The feel of every inch of his skin aligned to hers electrified her nerve-endings.