Cruel Alpha, Season One (Wolves of New Eden #1)

10. Dessert

10

Dessert

Annalise

I stop at Caspian’s feet, and he doesn’t lift his head when peering up through his lashes.

“On my lap,” he says, and a breath hitches in my throat. I don’t move quickly enough for him, so he takes the sides of my dress, hikes it up to my waist, then brings me closer by my hips.

He maneuvers me to his lap, forcing me to straddle him. I settle onto the front of his pants, unable to ignore that he’s hard and… huge. I’m no longer breathing as he positions my arms around his neck, and then inhales the perfume from mine.

“You smell divine.”

I’m silent because the compliment has spurred a question. One that’s now plaguing my thoughts. I’m asking myself why I even bothered with perfume in the first place. Yes, the dress was a requirement, but I even perused the selection of scents on the dresser until I found one I liked.

One I thought… he’d like.

He rocks his hips, thrusting upward, nudging the large bulge persisting at the front of his slacks against my pussy. The slow, rolling movement awakens my clit. I’m certain that the wetness between my legs has now soaked through to his crotch, which has me wanting to stand and put distance between us, but he isn’t having it. Instead, he tightens his grip around my waist and buries his face into my neck. I try not to engage when he begins sucking the hollow of my throat. But then, my eyes fall closed as I’ve seemingly forgotten who I’m dealing with as I grind against him.

“That’s it, Little wolf,” he rasps against my skin. “Imagine it. Think of how good it would feel if I lowered my zipper and pulled out my cock. It’d be so easy to slide into your tight, soaked pussy.”

A whimper nearly escapes my lips, but I catch myself.

What’s happening to me? How can someone who infuriates me as much as this man does also make me want him so badly?

“Has anyone ever tasted you?” The question sobers me a little, but not enough that I open my eyes.

“Yes.”

“Liar.”

That word leaves his mouth with such confidence that it shocks me. And when I don’t argue my point, it seems to confirm his suspicion, that I’ve never allowed anyone to touch me that way.

“I’d like to do that for you, Little Wolf. You’re suffering. I know because your pussy’s dripping with need, and it’s my responsibility to pleasure you. Let me put you out of your misery. Let me make you come.” He pauses and chuffs a deep, warm laugh against my neck. “Who knows? Maybe it’ll even loosen you up a little.”

The insult has me craning my face toward his neck, seriously thinking about calling my wolf forth to take a chunk out of him. But when I get there, when the scent of his skin overtakes me, when the warmth of it meets my lips, something else happens.

His taste is in my mouth, and as badly as I want to pull away, I can’t. Caspian groans and the vibration pulses against my tongue. I feel weak for him. Like I’d do any number of stupid things because tonight, he’s made me absolutely ravenous.

The world feels off kilter for a moment when he stands, holding my legs tight to his waist. Then, I’m lowered into his seat, panting as I watch the alpha fall to his knees before slipping his hands beneath my dress. But I stop him there, with his fingers curled around the waistband of my underwear.

“Wait. I won’t give this to you. I refuse to let my first time be with someone I don’t love. Or worse… someone I hate.”

He arches a brow at me, and I’m unsure what he’s thinking.

“Relax, Annalise. My goal is to please you, not myself. Besides, it’s customary for an alpha to take his mate in front of an audience of Council members the first time. Didn’t you know that?”

His words paint a mental image. One of hooded men gathered in a tight space, silently observing as two naked bodies writhe with pleasure in the middle of the room.

Do they enjoy what they see?

Are they hard underneath those robes?

When they leave, and they’re alone, do they touch themselves to relieve the tension?

Caspian draws my attention back to him when he tugs my panties down, and then lifts my feet out of the delicate lace once it’s around my ankles. I’m of no help to him, because I refuse to assist, refuse to take part in this. But even in all my stubbornness, there’s no denying it.

I’m in desperate need of relief.

With hooded eyes, he stares up at me, pushing his hands up my thighs painstakingly slow. His mouth is so close to my pussy I feel the heat of his breath against me. He lowers his gaze to my slit, wetting his lips in anticipation, and then he puts an end to both our curiosity.

His mouth is soft and wet when he opens my lower lips and places a kiss there. And then another as I shift in his seat. I’m filled with anger and lust, leaving me feeling completely unhinged as my fingers slip into his hair.

He draws my clit between his lips, sucking a steady rhythm that jars my breathing.

“You taste… so fucking sweet,” he says, pausing midway through his sentence to tongue my slit.

My nails bite into the arms of the chair, putting divots in the polished wood as I struggle within myself. On one hand, I want nothing to do with him, having just been released from the cold, dark cell where he held me captive. But on the other, his chin is nudging my core while he sucks my throbbing clit again.

It feels wrong that my first experience of this nature is with someone I hate, but right now, there are feelings more powerful than hatred. And when I lift my calf to rest on his shoulder, the satisfied groan he hums into my pussy drives me wild.

Wetness surges between my legs, and I want to come. I want to come against his lips because he owes me at least this. I grip his hair tighter, holding him in place while I grind against his mouth. Instead of being angered by the very clear powerplay, he seems to enjoy it, lapping juices from my core before tending to my clit again.

“Don’t stop,” I pant, rocking my pussy against his face, smearing my wetness against his lips and chin, marking him like he marked me in his office that first day. In my head, this makes us even.

For that offense anyway.

He cups my ass from underneath, lifting me closer, and the subtle roughness of his stubbled jaw brushes my inner thighs. I stare down my body, into eyes so deep and dark I question whether he even has a soul. There isn’t any doubt that I shouldn’t be enjoying this, the visual of his face between my legs as he serves me, but… I am.

I’m enjoying the fuck out of it, actually.

It’s like he’s inside my head as he stares back, reading my thoughts of defiance while my body contradicts every single word if it. My subconscious is shouting the many reasons he’s undeserving of even a morsel of attention or affection. But as the softness of his lips encircles my firm, tender clit, sucking and savoring my taste, I don’t have the will to stop this.

I’ve only ever touched myself , only ever experienced the explosiveness of an orgasm by my own hand. But as my heart quickens, and my chest swells with each of my rapid breaths, it’s against the warm, skilled mouth of my alpha that I’ll come tonight.

It’s never felt quite like this when I’ve been alone. Never quite this… good. I squirm, fighting the words of praise that want to flow out of me because he cannot have that.

He doesn’t deserve it.

I find myself longing for more, for heat, for pressure, for friction deep inside me. Persistent pulses run through my core, and my entire being quakes as I endure wave after wave of pleasure so intense it borders on torturous. My nipples are rock solid, poking through the fabric of my dress as desperation fills me, and I grip my breasts when every inch of me screams to be touched.

But the high doesn’t last forever.

The tension that turned me to stone releases me from its hold. Then, the decadent ropes of pleasure I clung to like a lifeline are replaced with something else.

Contempt.

Toward my alpha, toward myself for allowing my carnal needs to overshadow my morals.

Damn him.

I sink into the chair, fighting the sudden urge to curl into myself and sleep. Then, I flirt with the idea a bit more closely when my eyes flutter closed. Surprisingly enough, what relaxes me is the oddly satisfying sound of Caspian finishing me off, collecting nearly every remnant of my climax with his tongue. Then, there’s the feel of heated kisses being placed against my inner thigh when he’s done.

Only now do I peer down on him, noting the longing in his eyes. It’s my hope that this encounter leaves him frustrated and horny, forced to make himself come while inhaling my scent from his lips.

This is my one sense of leverage. The only means of feeling even remotely powerful.

My eyes are glued to him as he stands, but instead of handing over my panties, he stuffs them in his shirt pocket. Possibly for when he takes care of that pesky erection later.

He reaches for my hand, and I stare at his for several moments before giving in. His palm is warm against mine, and I note how I’ve used very little of my own strength to stand. It’s no secret that he’s strong, but it annoys me that I’m impressed.

I find myself accidentally caught in his stare, and it’s unbelievably hard to turn away. He takes advantage of this spell I’m under and steps closer, placing his hands against my waist, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth. I lose my breath, hating how that small gesture has made me crave more, has made me crave the feel of his mouth against mine.

As seems to be the norm, he senses my innermost desires, and acts upon them. Moist heat from his lips warms mine, a kiss scented with my own arousal, still lingering on his face and mouth. At first, I’m completely motionless, unreceptive to his brazen advance, but then I realize my lips are moving too, and my tongue enjoys the silken feel of his as they dance sensual circles around one another. He ends the kiss while I still want more, but I’m guessing that was the point.

“As you can see, I’m not only capable of bringing pain, Annalise. I’m quite skilled at giving pleasure, too,” he whispers against the rim of my ear. “I prefer to take my meals alone. However, if you’d ever like to join me for wine and… dessert… again, you know where to find me.”

Slowly, I back out of his grasp, holding his gaze as I question my sanity. Because as sure as my name is Annalise Breedlove, I’m seriously considering his offer.

Please, gods, let this temporary lapse in judgment just be the wine.