How a single look can be so cold yet full of fire is beyond me.
I glance at my empty closet, then peer down at his shirt. I still wear a pair of his boxers too, and things definitely need to change.
I place my hands on my hips, and Killian raises a brow.
I smirk. “Anything I want, you say?”
His own smirk spreads his cheeks, and I ignore those angelic dimples. “Anything, Buttercup.”
I lick my lips, and his eyes track the movement. “All right. I want new clothes.”
He breathes in, taking in the scent of my perfume as it spikes a little, and it appears I get aroused when I think about new clothes.
Who knew I was so materialistic? It’s probably the omega in me. We like the finer things in life, even though a large number of us are denied those things.
Well, I’m going to make the most of being some rich guy’s pet. It can’t get any worse than this, after all. I may as well enjoy the ride.
“Done,” he says. “We’ll take you out later shopping.”
My heart rate picks up, and Killian tenses, focusing on the sound. I’m surprised he can hear it, but I wouldn’t put anything past this alpha.
He’s a lethal predator, and I bet he can see my pulse beneath my neck. He pulls on the lead again, and I stop between his legs.
There’s no missing his knot. His cock makes a tent out of his pants, and I meet his eyes.
Again, he raises that brow, and fuck that eyebrow. I will shave it off.
Fine. If it’s what he wants.
I drop to my knees and unfasten his pants, and his cock springs free. The blood rushes to my head the moment I lay eyes on it. It’s not as if I haven’t seen a cock before, and it’s not as if I haven’t exactly seen an alpha’s cock either, but I have never seen one like this.
Wow.
Now that’s what I call a designer cock. It’s long and thick with a branching network of veins that crawl up the length of his shaft, and I lick my lips when a bead of pre-cum drips from his slit.
When did I become such a whore? Sucking a man’s cock for a new wardrobe? I’m nothing but filth.
But it’s not like I asked for any of this. I was taken against my own will.
I grab Killian’s cock at the base, and the alpha sighs, closing his eyes. His grip tightens around the lead, and I guess that’s his way of telling me to get to work.
Leaning closer, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and the alpha groans when I suck him all the way to his knot. I even hollow out my cheeks as I move up and down, and he yanks a little tighter on the leash.
I choke a little, and the action spurs me on. I don’t stop sucking him. I even run my tongue over his veins, and he throbs inside my mouth, ready to cum.
He reaches his other hand around, gripping the back of my head as he wraps his fingers through my hair, and then with a tug of the lead, he comes into my mouth, watching me swallow every last drop.
I may even come a little myself. There’s no denying the wet patch in his boxers as the slick drips down my thighs, and I swear my pupils blow out too. All I want to do is climb up onto his lap and take his knot for real, but I manage to hold myself back.
No. I can’t. I refuse to be knotted.
He can take everything else from me, but he willnottake my knot virginity.
Killian comes back down from his high, and his pupils appear to have grown a little bigger when he looks at me. Now it’s my turn to raise a brow.
I knew he was pretty taken with me in some creepy, perverted way, but the look he gives me next almost...
What am I saying? He is heartless. I doubt he has loved anything in his life.