I smile. “You can see whatever you want of me. Anddowhatever you want to me.”
Because I’m hers.
Her Alpha.
Her Enforcer.
Her everything.
Krolic and Catum played last night. Now it’s my turn.
But I want to do this on her terms. Let her lead.
At least… a little.
Dominance comes naturally to me. Just as I suspect submitting comes naturally to her.
However, in this, I want to meet her needs. Do whatever pleases her.Anythingthat pleases her.
“I… I want to understand… your…” She trails off, her porcelain features a crimson shade now. “You’re pierced.” The words come out as a whisper, one that curls around me in a tantalizing caress.
“Yes, I am,” I say, leaning even more into her trapped form.
Oh, she could move if she desired it.
But something tells me she’s more than happy to stay right here.
If she expresses otherwise, I’ll release her.
And if she doesn’t…I tell the vines to slither over her again, causing her to gasp. “Gods, what are you doing to me?”
“Indulging,” I murmur, running my nose along her cheek to her ear. “Exploring.” The ropelike vines glide lower, slipping between her legs to add a subtle friction. “Teaching.”
She jolts as a rope tightens right over her clit. “Oh, Gods…”
“Craze,” I tell her. “Just Craze.” I nip her thundering pulse and tell the vines to writhe again.
Her body vibrates in response, the scent of her slick a beacon to my senses. Thank thebladesthat this cavern is shrouded in Catum’s magic. Because these cloaked clothes were not doing the trick.
Granted, the Tavern seems to have failed, too.
Maybe her Omega fragrance is just too powerful to disguise.
It’s like a fucking drug. It makes me want to do wicked things to her. Teach her all about my preferences. Force her to experience the highest of highs.
I tell the vines to loosen their hold, then replace the friction between her legs with my hand. She arches into me, her full lips parting on a pant I can taste with my tongue.
My mouth reclaims hers, our kiss turning bruising in an instant. I’m not soft or tender. I’m unhinged. Psychotic. And one hundred percent hers.
She can tame me if she wants to. I’ll allow it.
But until then, I’ll show her exactly who I am.
The ropes fall to the ground as I pull one of my cards from my pocket. The sharp edge teases my thumb, drawing blood. “Do you trust me, gorgeous?” I ask Ailsa.
She shivers. “I shouldn’t.”
“You shouldn’t,” I agree.
