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I wrinkled my nose. “Why wouldn’t I want you to?”
One big hand slid under me, spreading between my breasts and gently pulling me against his chest as he shifted to the side. He groaned as his cock shifted in me. “Denial isn’t my game, firefly. But it might be yours.”
My breath went tight in my chest. “What?”
Kissing along my neck, he ended up right beneath my ear. “You loved Gabriel telling you when to come during the heat. You don’t mind me using you and your perfect cunt to get myself off without you.” There was no way he didn’t feel the way my heart was racing like a hummingbird beneath his palm. “So you tell me if you want me to make you come, or if you want me to tell the rest of our pack that I fucked you and left you wanting, so they can help make it last.”
Without warning, my body jerked, arching, reacting to the immediate charge of excitement and longing. Like he’d plugged me directly into a lust battery, and now every circuit was fucking glowing.
“That’s a pretty clear answer,” he murmured.
“I don’t know why,” I said when I managed to speak.
His purr rose, softening everything and taking away the vicious sting of arousal. “Do you need to?”
I thought about it. Until I met them, I didn’t want anything to do with pet names or spankings or any of the things my entire soul craved with them. Why should this be any different? “I guess not.”
“Denial isn’t my game,” he said again. “Not in the same way, at least. I don’t want you to hold on until I tell you yes. I want to make you scream, or I want to give you nothing. Get you riled up and send you off, knowing you’ll have to wait or beg one of your other Alphas to take care of it.”
“You’re a little evil,” I said, breathing in the richness of our scents together. He was talking so much more easily right now. Comfortable alone with me. I laid my hand over his on my chest. “Any other kinks I should know about?”
Instead of answering, he drew his tongue over the space his mouth had just been. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”
That’s it. I was going to spontaneously combust. End of story. Here lies Sloane Glass. She burned to death because her Alphas turned her on too much.
“Where’s Mango?” I asked.
“Put him outside before I started eating you. Didn’t think kitten claws and fucking were a good mix.”
I laughed, and Roman’s knot began to shrink, allowing us to slip apart. He growled in my ear, feeling the rush of his cum. “Think I can fuck you without you waking up at all, firefly?”
“With the coke bottle you manage to carry around in your pants?” I snorted. “Not likely.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t try,” he told me. “And don’t worry. I like hearing you moan too much to leave you unsatisfied every time. Especially when that satisfaction is on my tongue.”
Turning over, I slid up the bed so we could be face to face. “You’re talkative today.”
“Your pussy loosens my lips.” He smirked. “But I’ll be quiet later, if you say yes.”
“To what?”
Roman dragged my bare leg over his hips, pressing us together even though he wasn’t taking me. “I want to sculpt you.”
My eyebrows shot into my hairline. “Really?”
“You can’t be surprised.”
“I mean, a little. I didn’t see many women in your portfolio.”
His eyes lowered, his fingers tracing a circle around my nipple. “You looked me up?”
“You’re saying you didn’t look me up?” The tiny twitch of his mouth told me otherwise. “Yeah, I did. Your sculptures are incredible, Roman.”
The way he managed to create flowing shapes out of hard stone was nothing short of a miracle. Many of his creations were somewhat abstract, with a few lifelike figures in the mix, but there weren’t many humans, and not many women. His style didn’t seem like realism, so I wasn’t surprised. “Did you start with art because of your words?”
Roman nodded. “Drawing was easier sometimes. Still is, if I get to that point. But I wanted more than something flat. It came naturally, and once I’d felt it, I knew I didn’t want to do anything else.”
The feeling was exactly the same one I’d had when I’d first experienced ballet. Grandma took me to see The Nutcracker, and it blew my five-year-old mind. When I couldn’t stop talking about it, she took me to more. Showed me videos of her dancing. I ended up creating costumes and twirling around the house.
