Like a good little pet, she does as requested without protest. My cock twitches with eagerness for a second round when my eyes absorb her bare mound. She is so wet, evidence of her excitement pools in the crevice separating her ass from her cunt.
“Join your feet together at the base, then fan open your knees.”
When she does as instructed, I touch her before I can stop myself. It is only brief, but long enough a dangerous switch inside me turns on. She is a virgin as claimed, her attached hymen ending any doubt I never truly had.
I’m tempted to defile her right now, to rip the little strip of membrane stopping me from claiming her altogether. The only reason I don’t is because of him—my father. If it weren’t for him, I’d be dead. I most likely wouldn’t have left my mother’s womb breathing, much less survived my first two years.
Even after years of allegiance, my father rarely seeks retribution, so the least I can do is give him this. He let me track Shelley across the country without a single gripe, and he didn’t voice concern about the long game of cat and mouse I played with Cleo, as he knew it made me happy, so how can I deny him this?
I return my eyes to Megan. She is watching me eagerly, trying to read me as adroitly as I read her. “Are you saving yourself?”
She nods without pause.
I should shut down our conversation. I should fuck a thousand women in front of her, but since I’ve always been as inquisitive as I am fucked up, I ask, “Who are you saving yourself for?”
Her lips twitch, but not a word spills from her mouth.
I work my jaw side to side before grinding out, “Are you saving yourself for Nick?” My words are practically growled, my body announcing there is only one answer to my question.
My head slants to the side when Megan shakes her head. I am equally pissed and relieved.She better not be lying to me.
“Then who are you waiting for?”
Panicked by the fury slicking my words, her heart rate quickens. I see her mind race a million miles an hour before the faintest squeak parts her lips. “You.”
I take a step back, certain I heard her wrong. She doesn’t speak. She’s mute. But I swear that was the word I heard.
“Me?” I confirm, my tone half-wrathful, half-hopeful.
She pauses long enough the tick in my cock extends to my jaw before nodding. She didn’t delay because she is lying; she’s terrified about my growing hesitation. She should be. I’m torn between wanting to slit her throat and kiss the living shit out of her.
Every alpha wants to bang his chest and claim his prize when he is chosen as the cream of the crop. I am no different. I want to devour her until she is dripping with cum and blood. I want to throw her against the wall and fuck her until every grunt she releases sounds like howls of pain. But I can’t.
I’ve only known her a few short weeks. I can’t put her above my father. She is a woman. She will never outrank a standard man, let alone one as powerful as my father.
The gleam brightening Megan’s eyes dulls when I say, “Close your legs and get under the covers.”
Tears well in her eyes as she scampers up the bed, but she remains as quiet as a church mouse. She’s a good girl like that. She does as she’s told even if it kills her.
Because she is so tiny, the duvet hides her seductive curves within seconds. It doesn’t douse the fire roaring in my gut, but it stops stacking it with additional wood.
After dumping the DNA-riddled shirt into the lit fireplace at the side of our suite, I return to my side of the bed. My hands itch to return Megan to my side, but a new voice—one I’m certain I’ve never heard before—stops me.
It is the voice of reason.
