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my neck ever so lightly. “Is this what you want? For me to take away your choice? Your responsibility? To be the villain so that you can be the poor ravished heroine?”
“No.”
Yes. Make me forget.
“No, Alpha Orion ,” he corrects.
“No, Alpha Orion,” I murmur.
“I’m not sure I believe you. You ran away from me before you even knew me. Even if I had rung your doorbell at noon and asked if you might consider going out to coffee or some other inane human tradition, you would still have seen me as a ‘dominating’”—he hooks his foot around my calf and plies my legs farther apart—“bastard.” He shoves me forward, putting me onto my hands and knees.
I fall willingly, complacent. I can’t think of anything but him. I’m drowning in his power, but instead of trying to fight toward the surface, I’m breathing in all the water I can.
“Take off your pants.”
I hesitate.
“Now.”
My fingers fly to my jeans and I wiggle out of them. All that’s left are my boy shorts. A cool summer breeze washes over my body, flirting with the hem of my panties. It makes me ache for his firm touch.
“Lift your ass.”
I arch my back on all fours, lifting my round ass invitingly. I’m not even sure he’s using his werecall anymore. I don’t care. I am lost and it feels so good.
“Underwear.”
I contort to slip them off. I’ve never been really flexible, but I still manage with surprising quickness. Maybe I’ve just never been motivated enough. I don’t care that I’m kneeling in a suburban alley where anyone might see me.
He gives a ragged exhale. I feel him shift behind me, and then hear the unzipping of his pants. I want so badly to have him inside me, but I know I must wait. I must be good. The force of his werecall has imprinted this fact upon me.
“I’ll tell you a secret.” The tip of his cock presses at my opening, not going anywhere, just branding me, holding me in place and obedient as sure as handcuffs. “You’re right.”
I clench, waiting for him to thrust inside me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs my ass and begins to knead it.
“I am a selfish, dominating bastard. There is a part of me that wants nothing more than for you to be like this always. On your knees. Obedient. Wanting. Waiting for my hard cock to slide into your tight, willing pussy to name you as mine.”
He presses in a half-inch farther, and I gasp. He’s so large that even the tip of his cock feels too big.
“Forever.”
I whimper.
He stops.
“But I’m not just a bastard. And you’re not just an obedient girl waiting to be claimed by her mate.” His dick pulls away from me, the warmth going with it. His voice is higher, normal, and a shock to my senses.
Oh my God! What am I doing? I was about to have sex with a man I just met, on a public street. Mate or not… Mark or not!
Oh God. Oh God.
I scramble for my underwear and hastily put them back on. Anger and embarrassment turn my cheeks into an inferno. I am not that girl. I am not the girl who fawns and falls. I can’t believe I was about to become her.
How could I have been so stupid? I yank my pants back on, trying to take deep breaths as I fumble with the buttons. I can feel his eyes, cataloguing my every emotion, every movement.
When I finally have my armor on again, I stand and turn around. Then I swallow and, as politely as I can, say, “You were right.”
“Excuse me?” His eyes widen, and I decide that it’s okay that I recognize that he’s a little cute when he’s surprised. Better to recognize my feelings than be ambushed by them. If I want to win this fight, I have to acknowledge the levels of the playing field.
“You were right. I was lying. I am physically attracted to you.”
“I know,” he says, but his eyes narrow with suspicion.
“But I don’t want this.” I gesture between us. “I’m sorry that you’ve come all this way for me. But I can’t be with you.” I take a deep breath and remember the calm
“No.”
Yes. Make me forget.
“No, Alpha Orion ,” he corrects.
“No, Alpha Orion,” I murmur.
“I’m not sure I believe you. You ran away from me before you even knew me. Even if I had rung your doorbell at noon and asked if you might consider going out to coffee or some other inane human tradition, you would still have seen me as a ‘dominating’”—he hooks his foot around my calf and plies my legs farther apart—“bastard.” He shoves me forward, putting me onto my hands and knees.
I fall willingly, complacent. I can’t think of anything but him. I’m drowning in his power, but instead of trying to fight toward the surface, I’m breathing in all the water I can.
“Take off your pants.”
I hesitate.
“Now.”
My fingers fly to my jeans and I wiggle out of them. All that’s left are my boy shorts. A cool summer breeze washes over my body, flirting with the hem of my panties. It makes me ache for his firm touch.
“Lift your ass.”
I arch my back on all fours, lifting my round ass invitingly. I’m not even sure he’s using his werecall anymore. I don’t care. I am lost and it feels so good.
“Underwear.”
I contort to slip them off. I’ve never been really flexible, but I still manage with surprising quickness. Maybe I’ve just never been motivated enough. I don’t care that I’m kneeling in a suburban alley where anyone might see me.
He gives a ragged exhale. I feel him shift behind me, and then hear the unzipping of his pants. I want so badly to have him inside me, but I know I must wait. I must be good. The force of his werecall has imprinted this fact upon me.
“I’ll tell you a secret.” The tip of his cock presses at my opening, not going anywhere, just branding me, holding me in place and obedient as sure as handcuffs. “You’re right.”
I clench, waiting for him to thrust inside me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs my ass and begins to knead it.
“I am a selfish, dominating bastard. There is a part of me that wants nothing more than for you to be like this always. On your knees. Obedient. Wanting. Waiting for my hard cock to slide into your tight, willing pussy to name you as mine.”
He presses in a half-inch farther, and I gasp. He’s so large that even the tip of his cock feels too big.
“Forever.”
I whimper.
He stops.
“But I’m not just a bastard. And you’re not just an obedient girl waiting to be claimed by her mate.” His dick pulls away from me, the warmth going with it. His voice is higher, normal, and a shock to my senses.
Oh my God! What am I doing? I was about to have sex with a man I just met, on a public street. Mate or not… Mark or not!
Oh God. Oh God.
I scramble for my underwear and hastily put them back on. Anger and embarrassment turn my cheeks into an inferno. I am not that girl. I am not the girl who fawns and falls. I can’t believe I was about to become her.
How could I have been so stupid? I yank my pants back on, trying to take deep breaths as I fumble with the buttons. I can feel his eyes, cataloguing my every emotion, every movement.
When I finally have my armor on again, I stand and turn around. Then I swallow and, as politely as I can, say, “You were right.”
“Excuse me?” His eyes widen, and I decide that it’s okay that I recognize that he’s a little cute when he’s surprised. Better to recognize my feelings than be ambushed by them. If I want to win this fight, I have to acknowledge the levels of the playing field.
“You were right. I was lying. I am physically attracted to you.”
“I know,” he says, but his eyes narrow with suspicion.
“But I don’t want this.” I gesture between us. “I’m sorry that you’ve come all this way for me. But I can’t be with you.” I take a deep breath and remember the calm
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