Page 110 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

“Sage.”

“Raptor.”

She backs up, but I grab her hips and pull her to me, slamming our hips together.

“I want you.”

“Ah, is that what you want?” she teases.

“Yes.”

“I could make you wait.”

“You could make me kneel.”

Her eyes brighten and grow heavy with lust. I love that look on her. I love that Raptor is so confident in her sexuality.

“You could convince me.”

“Kneel, Alpha.”

It’s not the words, it's the way she says it, all breathy with excitement and the lust and laughter in her eyes.

I sink down to my knees and stare up at her.

“It’s cold down here.”

She laughs.

I surge up, grabbing her around her thighs, whirling and slapping her body on the kitchen table, pinning her with the weight of my body.

“I want to hear you moan my name.”

“Get that tongue busy, then.”

I grip her hair, pulling her head to the side, finding the bond. Do they all feel the bond?

“Do you feel this?” I ask, running my tongue over it. “When you aren’t fronting? Can you feel me?”

She arches, writhing restlessly. “Yes, we can all feel you, Alpha. Raven, Merle, Kestrel, and I.”

“Huh, oh, now I have an audience, I’m going to have to make this really good.”

“Alpha, I think you are just talking shit,” she whispers.

I growl and suck hard on my mark. She pushes up against me, until she’s almost hovering above the table, a taut, almost vibrating tension that screams of need calling to me as she tries to force our bodies even closer than they already are. She arches her neck in surrender, giving me more room.

I lose time, just torturing her through that spot on her neck, until I finally come up for air. Her eyes are unfocused, her hair is a mess, and her skin is deliciously flushed.

“First, you all watch. Then, when I’m satisfied I have all of their attention, you can come and play,” Sage says to our pack.

I grab her top with two hands and rip it off her body; the sound is loud in the kitchen. She gasps and lifts her hands reflexively to save her modesty? I don’t know what she thinks she’s doing, but her body is mine to worship.

I just grin, pulling her up and ripping her clothes off until she is completely naked and panting for me. With a scan of her face and scent, I establish that she’s still with me and okay with this. I hoist her up and drop her on the kitchen table again, but this time, she’s spread out like a feast. Before she can protest, I loop her wrists into my belt and secure it to the table leg.

“Now, where should I start?”

“Do you need a map? Are you lost?”