***[POV: Sort-of Surrendered Alpha]***
"Sit."
The command was absolute, expecting no rebuttal... and accompanied by her palm pressing firmly between my breasts. I found myself sinking down against the massive oak without question.
The rough bark caught against my shoulderblades. A bed of moss, leaves, and pine needles at the tree’s base was softer than expected, but still scratched at my skin. But none of that really mattered in the moonlight.
Because Citra knelt between my legs, her hands resting on the outside of my thighs as she studied my face. With that calculating look I was beginning to recognize for its playful quality.
"Is that comfortable?"
I shook my head honestly. The angle had sitting too upright against the leaning trunk and my neck sat forward a bit awkwardly. I wouldn’t have said anything if she hadn’t asked.
Without hesitation, she gripped both my legs under my knees and tugged. Pulling my back sliding down the bark until I was lying flat. The movent wasn’t so violent that I couldn’t have resisted, but it was so assertive that I didn’t want to.
Her touch after that returned with a different mood, fingers trailing up my thighs in such viciously soft caresses that I felt like I was losing my understanding of violence. That studying smirk played at her lips as she took the sight of sprawled beneath her as she seed to want.
Her hand slid higher... and I had to bite back a growl as those touches finally assaulted the area that wanted them. A sound which had nothing to do with rejecting her dominance and everything to do with the way she was making ... wait to hold her.
This wasn’t how things usually went for . With the escorts, there was an understanding of mutual interaction. Give and take. I’d never been one to just... receive.
Even when I was the one paying for the service, I made sure they got as much in the experience as they gave. It felt more honest that way, even if it ant I occasionally had to make changes to who I hired. When that way of mine was mistaken for a stronger attachnt.
But Citra had made her rules crystal clear. Sothing about the way she’d said them with such conviction made my wolf want to roll over and show its throat to prevent her from hating us.
Which was insane. I’d never felt that urge with anyone before. Friends, allies, enemies, they all change over ti. But the only thing that seems to be changing between us is this mont.
When her finger finally slipped inside , the cry that tore from my throat echoed through the trees even after it cut off. My body clamped down around her imdiately... every muscle fighting not to mov. Like my mate commanded.
My hands found the rough bark of the oak behind , fingers gripping so hard I could feel it all but cutting into my palm. Citra... didn’t seem to mind any of that.
Instead, she watched struggle with hooded eyes and a slight smile on her lips. Her free hand ca up to cup my breast, thumb brushing busily over my nipple until the stiffness turned to aching.
She leaned down, capturing the sensitive flesh between her teeth and sucking hard enough to make gasp. My whole body was on fire and all I could do was hang on to the tree... because she wouldn’t let hang on to her.
"You’re being so obedient. What would everyone think? Letting a rogue order you around like this. Letting her do whatever she wanted."
The shaking whimper that escaped at her teasing was... involuntary. In my boardroom, I commanded respect from humans many tis my age. In my pack, my word was law to those of any age.
But here, pinned against this tree by nothing more than her voice and the promise of what she might stop doing... I arched, pressing myself against her slowly exploring touch of my insides - before catching myself and easing back to the ground.
Following orders from others and ultimatums. Not at all like the Alpha or CEO I grew to be. Out here, right now, just Kyrie. Just a woman that this one wants... to relax.
"That’s it. Be good and just let do the work."
Taunting as if she *knows* my body and wolf was screaming at to flip us both around, press *her* into the forest floor, and show her what ’reciprocal profits’ really ant. My claws had started to erge.
I knew it when I felt my fingers sink deeper into bark. No longer even sure how much of was human, they dug and tore grooves and chunks as I fought every instinct I possessed to just make her mine.
This was so far from anything I’d experienced before. Even my most skilled escorts had never made feel this... helpless. This desperate and primal to touch them. It was simply what I did to feel less guilty.
Then again, they’d never spent so long working up. Or looked at like Citra was looking at now - like she owned in this state completely and was savoring every second of my sexual surrender.
"...Please don’t stop."
The words slipped out before I could hold them in - and I imdiately hated how broken and begging it sounded... more than how much I ant it. Instead of acknowledging my plea, she drifted lower... kissing my abdon and navel.
Anticipation so sharp it was almost painful to hold back shot through . Her eyes told she knew, again. What I was thinking of doing. Did I move? Or is she just that understanding...
"If you take advantage of my vulnerable position here to grab onto , or push down... I’ll never forgive you. No intentional touching . Understand?"
I understood what she said, but that didn’t make want to do what was forbidden any less. Like so hypnotic power of suggestion... her eyes pleaded with , full of her own desire.
Saying no to that isn’t possible.
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