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Chapter Ten
Rey’s eyes narrowed, the tips of his fingers traveling down her jaw until he found the racing heartbeat at Devin’s throat. Her instant fear filled the close space, the bitter taste clogging her throat as her wide eyes slid sideways in search of a black hole to dive into.
Why? Why must her mouth always work before her brain?
“You look at me,” Rey snarled, jerking Devin’s chin to pull her gaze back. Shoulder rolling, releasing the bunched tension, he eased his grip at the first sign of Devin’s trembling lower lip. He leaned in close, the warmth of whiskey wiping away the acrid bite of terror for a moment. “You’re allowed to enjoy this. There’s no reason we can’t both have a good time here.”
Devin recoiled from the very idea, though she gave a jerky nod. Stomach churning, she swallowed back the urge to gag as she released her death grip on the blanket. Once he began, she could try to lose herself in instinct. It’d worked before, even if it hadn’t lasted. Until then, she’d just grit her teeth and bear it.
“Now tell me what you like.”
Devin could only twitch her shoulders, a faint shrug as she scoured her brain for a more satisfactory response. She had no idea what he meant, what he expected to hear.
“Come on, your first Alpha had to have shown you something you liked.”
Devin couldn’t stop herself. The trembling sob burst out from between her lips, feet sending her sliding far up the bed to slam her back into the tufted headboard. As if Beau himself loomed in the shadows, threatening to tear her open once more.
“Hey, hey,” Rey crooned, his brows drawing low. He glanced at the far wall where Devin’s fear wide gaze seemed lost, his chin tipping to the side as he eased closer. “How many Alphas you been with, girl?”
“Please, just do it,” Devin stammered out in a horrified whisper. She couldn’t believe he was trying to make her talk. Shuffling her way back down the bed, she landed hard on her back. Though she willed her joints to loosen, for her limbs to soften so they wouldn’t break and bruise under his power, she remained rigid.
“Answer me.”
“Please! Just get on with it. Take what you want.”
Rey’s lip lifted in a silent snarl, his large hands locking around Devin’s shoulders. Pushing her into the mattress, he leaned over her, so close Devin could see the dusty rose of his lips even in the uncertain light. “As far as you’re concerned, within these four walls, I’m your Alpha. You don’t give the orders around here. Now answer me.”
“One! Happy? Now can you just—”
“Fuck me, Beau was…”
“I can… I can do what I did at the interview. W-Would you like that?” Devin couldn’t believe the hopeful note in her voice, or the way her hand skittered over his thigh in search of the button on his pants.
Rey was off the bed like a shot, shaking his head and running rough hands through the thick waves of his hair. Mussing the heavy locks, he paced the floor long enough for tears to gather at the corners of her eyes. Now she’d done it. It shouldn’t matter to him, but it seemed it did. Devin’s idea that all Alphas wanted to be first seemed to be shattering before her eyes, though the random idea Rey was so upset he wasn’t the first popped up more than once. There was always the chance the rivalry between the two males, subdued as it was, was more than they let on.
“Gods,” Rey growled, stalking back towards the bed. He checked his strides when Devin flinched, slowing his advance to easy, quiet movements that were no less threatening. As he drew nearer, he reached for the button of his slacks, the zipper undone in an unhurried sweep of his fingers.
Unlike Devin’s performance, Rey dragged out his disrobing in an effort to tantalize. Letting his pants drop low on his hips, showing off the deep vee of muscle as he ambled the last few steps to the bed. They slipped lower still as he leaned over, catching the blanket and sheet between two fingers to tug in a playful tease down Devin’s body.
He ignored her little flinches, offering small sounds of encouragement though Devin remained where she was out of fear and not desire. Rey’s little performance did nothing to pique her interest, though his scent seemed amplified somehow. When he shuffled free of the expensive looking slacks, letting them pool at his feet, she understood why.
Straining against the soft cloth of his underwear, his arousal stained the dark fabric. It looked even larger than she remembered, somehow more terrifying now that it wasn’t half hidden in folds of fabric. Devin could see the thick outline of the heavy shaft clear as day. She whined low in her throat, turning her attention to the ceiling before she remembered what he said, correcting her skittering gaze back in his general direction. Attention snagging on a small scar on his shoulder, she focused on that puckered bit of skin as if her life depended on it.
“You’ve got to relax,” Rey murmured, wrapping his hand around Devin’s thigh to ease her legs apart.
Whatever he planned, she ruined the execution. Legs snapping open, she spread as wide as she could. The bruises still ached where Beau had pried them apart, and even the relative gentleness of Rey’s touch hurt.
Remaining stiff as a board wouldn’t serve her well, but she couldn’t release the tension vibrating through her body. She remained that way as Rey climbed onto the bed between her legs, his soft touches from hip to knee doing nothing to soothe. Devin jumped when his fingers came to her lips, painting them with something hot and wet before her mouth dropped open. Beau had done this, too. With her folds desert dry, it was the easiest way to accomplish what he’d need to enjoy himself.
Rey muttered something under his breath, slipping his fingers into Devin’s mouth to smear the potent fluid of his arousal over her tongue. Espresso and strawberries flooded Devin’s system but did nothing to ease her anxiety. Though her folds grew slick at the first taste, she was no more ready than when he began.
“What the fu—” Devin cut herself off with a shriek. Hands shoving at the bed, she curled upwards, sitting to stare aghast at the dark halo of silken waves between her thighs. A ragged sound swelled somewhere from deep within her chest as the warm, wet touch glided over her again, this time ending with a flick at her clit.
“Lay down,” Rey ordered in a quiet rumble, pressing the sound against her flesh, underlining it with another slow lick against her pussy.
“What are… Sto—ahhh!” Devin bucked and twisted, trying to unseat the massive male as he latched onto her clit. Sucking at the tender nub, his tongue smoothed over the taut bundle of nerves over and again in a careful tease. Not too fast, but not so slow that Devin could gain any traction with her thoughts.
She’d masturbated when the infrequent urge arose, but this was so very different. No one had ever done this to her before, even the handful of Betas she’d taken to her nest more concerned with the novelty of an Omega than her pleasure.
