“My favourite kind.” His smile was directed at the traffic, not me, as he wove between the other cars at an alarming speed. His fangs flashed right then, making me gasp. He didn’t look like a man anymore. No, this was the Big Bad Wolf, but was he going to huff and puff my house down or…? “It’s a simple one, with only one rule—I tell you to do something, and you do it.”
“You mean like BDSM?” I asked, straightening up in my seat. He was right—we hadn’t discussed that.
“Of a sort. No pain involved, and no degradation or humiliation.” His eyes were bleeding back to hazel when he looked across at me. “I want to control you, not hurt you. Have you ever done that before with a lover? Surrendered to someone else and let them make the decisions for once?”
“But what would you…? And what if I…?” I couldn’t seem to get a full question out, and that made him chuckle. The sound was not especially reassuring either, all dark and knowing. I let out a frustrated little huff of breath and then turned to him. “What if I don’t like what you tell me to do?”
“Tell me,” he replied, then settled back in his seat as we pulled up at the lights. He looked across the car and out through my window, then back through his. “Like this. Put your right leg up on the centre console.”
“What? Why would I—”
“Just do it.”
I knew alphas possessed a special bark that could influence a person, but that wasn’t what I was hearing right now. It was just him, deep, dark, and sexy, telling me to do something and to forget my objections. He patted the central area between us, then put his hands back on the wheel, leaving me to decide whether to obey or not.
That was the thing, I quickly realised. I could give him this, my compliance, for just one night. I could bestow it upon him like some gift, then take it back at any point. I stared at the side of his face, my eyes trailing down his neck to where a tattoo peeked out, done in dark, jewelled colours. I shook my head, feeling like a damn fool, hoping to god this wasn’t some kind of awful prank as I toed off my shoe and then, in a series of weird, not especially graceful movements, I placed my knee on the centre console, because that was as close as I could get to obeying him.
“Ohh…” His response was somewhere between a groan and a growl. “Baby, you’re gonna be the death of me. Is that a garter belt I can see?”
Nikki had forced me to go to the local lingerie shop and buy the thigh-highs and garter belt, along with some knickers and a bra that cost more than all of my other underwear combined.
“You can’t wear crappy, over washed, grey cotton undies on a date with an alpha!” she’d shrieked, so I’d bought her selections just to shut her up.
I nodded.
“Push up the hem of your dress and let me see.”
He made it sound like it was no big thing, but my eyes went to the window. It was raining lightly outside, so the car was covered with a fine dapple of raindrops, as were those that passed by.
“Don’t focus on them, focus on me.”
I caught his eye as I turned back, right before he looked back at the road, my hand moving of its own accord. Some part of me wanted to do as I was told so damn much. I drew the hem of my dress up, and Lucien’s eyes darted back, paying way too much attention to what I was doing, until someone’s horn jerked his attention back to the road.
“Fuck!” he snapped, slapping the indicator on and crossing several lanes of traffic until he steered the car down a darkened alleyway and abruptly brought us to a standstill.
I watched him suck in breaths, his eyes blazing silver as he stared down at me. This… If nothing else happened tonight, I treasured the sight of this big, beautiful alpha utterly unhinged for me.
“More,” he ordered. “Please, Sage. I feel like I’ve been fucking dreaming of your cunt—Fuck…” His hand slid down, cupping the massive bulge in his pants, then crushing the heel of his palm down in a way that seemed painful to me. We were shrouded in darkness now, only stray bars of neon light passing over our faces. “Look at your beautiful little knickers, love. Did you buy them just for me?”
I nodded sharply, never in my wildest dreams imagining this reaction when I’d been persuaded to go to the lingerie store. He unclicked his belt and then turned around, the bulk of his massive body blocking out everything else.
“Then if they’re for me, you need to do exactly as I say. Can you ease them to one side for me?”
My hand moved of its own accord, slipping under the leg opening, my shapewear rolling up and around my waist now.
“That’s it, love. Fuck…” He shifted closer, looming over me but not broaching the gap between us, even when I wanted him to. Those silver eyes met mine, a smile forming and fading as the beast within seemed to ride him hard now. “Are you wet for me? You smell like you are. Your honey is in my nose, making my mouth fucking water. I want a taste, Sage. Just a little one. You’ll give me that, won’t you? You can be a good little girl and slip your fingers under your fancy knickers and slide them through all of that slick, rubbing your little pearl back and forth.”
I hissed as I did just that, the atmosphere in the car insanely charged right now. I let out a little whimper. My clit felt swollen and sensitive, rolling around under my finger, slick coating my hand, just as he said. I wanted more, to flick and keep on flicking, to take the edge off, let all this glorious pleasure rise to its natural peak and—
“Put your fingers in my mouth now, love. You can do it, beta. Give me a taste, please.”
It was that last ragged plea that had me doing what he asked, pulling my fingers free, clear slick covering them, right before I pushed them between his lips.
His hand slapped down on my wrist, gripping me tight, not letting me pull away for a second. I felt the prickle of his beard, the rapid flicker of his tongue, then the soft, pulsing suck of his mouth as he licked me clean. He let out animalistic little grunts, his free hand going to his belt and yanking it open, his zip following suit as his hand went around his cock.
Damn.
Like holy fucking shit damn.