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“Well, maybe I’ve changed my mind. I can do that, you know.”
“Assuming you have a mind to change. You’re so incredibly…”
“Stupid? Is that what you want to say?”
“I didn’t use that word, but if the shoe fits…”
“Oh yeah? Well, look who’s talking.”
He made a fist and came another step closer, which meant he was bumping my chest and crowding me. Defiantly, I sneered up at him. “Go ahead and hit me. Take your best shot. I dare you, asshole.”
“What did you call me?”
“You heard me.”
“Say it again, damn you.”
“Asshole, asshole, asshole! There—is that enough?”
He jerked me up off my feet so fast I thought my head would hit the ceiling, I thought I’d sail out of his hands and crash into the ceiling, even as high as it was. He threw me down on my back on the bed and then flung himself over on top of me. I expected to be crushed, but he’d landed on his hands and knees, kneeling over me. He thrust his face down into mine. His nose brushed against mine, and he moaned, like he couldn’t help himself.
“Why do you have to smell like this, damn it? And look like this?”
I was doing some moaning of my own, so I decided they were rhetorical questions and didn’t bother to answer. Instead, I boldly shoved my hand down inside his trousers and found that huge cock of his to give it a hard squeeze.
“I want this—and I want you. Inside me. Now.” My tone was demanding and urgent and I wasn’t asking. I was ordering him to do it. I didn’t think I could wait another moment.
He growled and began tearing at my clothes, until he had me completely naked underneath him. Then he started on his own clothing, and for the first time I got to see his magnificent body, completely naked. He was so gorgeous I could hardly breathe. But what the hell? Breathing, in some situations, at least, was highly overrated.
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Wyatt
When we first got to my bedroom, I’d been surprised at what seemed like a change of heart in Darcy when he actually seemed to want me to stay with him. I soon realized, however, that he was still spoiling for a fight, so I decided to give him one. It was partially because I was still feeling hurt at his rejection, and partially because I thought it would be a good idea to let Darcy get this whatever-it-was attitude out of his system. I thought maybe one good, knock-down, drag-out fight—a verbal one, anyway—and then maybe we could shake hands and at least be friends. Of course, that hadn’t worked. I wasn’t even sure why I’d thought it would.
Damn it, I was desperate to fuck him and give him my knot. If anyone ever needed a good knotting, it was Darcy, and I was the man for the job. I glanced down at those shining green eyes, the soft blonde curls falling across his forehead, and wondered who the hell I had been kidding. The two of us as friends? What lay between us was too passionate, too raw, too hot and with too damn much intensity for anything as pale and insipid as friendship. This was my mate, damn it. His name had etched itself deep in my bones and my body and maybe even my soul.
Even on a girl, Darcy’s eyes would have been something, but on a man, those long, thick eyelashes framing those watercolor eyes of his were almost sinful. His touch set me on fire. And his beautiful cock was ruddy and delicious, as it stood out from his body. I palmed him reverently as he handled my cock too. I ran my hand gently over the length of his shaft, enjoying the sweet heft of him in my hands. As I reached down to weigh his balls, gently kneading and massaging them, Darcy put his head back and moaned fiercely, thrusting his hips up at me.
“No, you don’t,” I growled at him. “You lie there and take it. You’ve got this coming.”
He grinned up at me. “Then by all means, give it to me.” He moaned as I bent my head and licked the tip of his cock. But moaning wasn’t enough tonight—I wanted to hear him scream.
I began stroking him, slowly at first, while my other hand continued to knead his balls. The powerful scent of his slick rose up over me like a cloud, almost choking me with that luscious smell. I fell into a rhythm, enjoying watching his back slowly arching up, powerless to resist me, as his head thrashed, and his breathing became labored. His eyes were so tightly closed that his long lashes made dark smudges against his rose-stained cheeks.
I wanted to kiss him and make love to him until he was past speaking, past moving or feeling anything except my touch. I wanted to own him. I wanted to caress him and pet him and hold him forever and make him admit he was mine. It was frightening how much I needed him, but he didn’t need to know that. It would give him too much power over me, and he had enough of that already.
I increased the pressure and the speed of my hand and now on each upward sweep, I ran my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, dipping gently into his slit before continuing. Darcy continued to gasp for breath, so loud I barely heard the door open and then quickly shut again as the servants tried to enter and then realized what was going on. They knew better than to disturb us for the rest of the night.
Darcy tried again to thrust upward, but I put my hand on his hip and held him down with easy strength. I clamped my fingers over the base of his cock and waited for him to realize what was happening. He opened his eyes in surprise and looked directly at me, and I smiled at him.
“Please…” he said. “Let me come… move your hand because I need to… oh, I need to come,” he groaned, a little note of panic in his voice. I continued to smile at him, holding his gaze.
“Hush, baby. You won’t come unless I allow you to.”
He began to thrash his head his crystal eyes growing wider and more desperate. “No, please!”
I smiled wider. He made an abortive move to get up, which I fended off easily. “Tell me you understand first, Darcy. An omega always obeys and does what his Alpha tells him to do. Especially in bed. But out of it too. Are you going to be a good omega and do as I say?”
