Owned: An Alpha Anthology

by Jani Kay

  Cas noticed.

  With a low chuckle, he strode forward and grabbed the neck of the bottle. With sexy eyes—ffiercely intelligent and cagey, he whispered, "You want some of this?"

  What will he do?

  I nodded.

  Coming closer, he smiled. "I think you deserve a reward. Open."

  When I didn’t move, he frowned. Placing a tingling hand on my shoulder, he turned me around and backed me toward the bed. With conquering pressure, he pushed me into a sitting position on the mattress.

  "Open," he repeated, towering above.

  He looked like a menace, a God…a demon.

  My pussy clenched. Slowly, my lips fell open.

  He bent to grab my hair. His fingers looped with my strands, tilting my head back. With intensity echoing off his body, he raised the ice-cold bottle of alcohol and splashed bubbles into my mouth.

  I flinched as coldness trickled down my throat. Missing my lips, a path of champagne cascaded down my chin, running a swift path to my cleavage.

  Cas ducked, his tongue lashing out to lap up the mess. I moaned as he followed the trail, capturing a nipple in his intoxicating mouth. I didn’t need alcohol to become drunk. I already was—on him.

  He stood upright, eyes burning into mine. "What do you prefer?"

  "Prefer?"

  His lips twitched. "Chocolate or vanilla?"

  My attention darted to the ice cream sundae.

  "As a rule I don’t eat things that are bad for my health." He ran the tip of his finger from my bottom lip, down my sternum, over my belly, before stopping on my core.

  I gritted my teeth as he pressed against my clit, pleasure thickening my blood.

  "However, I plan on eating you, and if I’m going to break rules, might as well do it thoroughly."

  His finger pressed harder, sending shooting stars into my womb. I panted, "And why would eating me be bad for your health?"

  He shook his head slightly as if amazed. "You already know, Lace. My tongue will never taste the same way once I’ve licked you, and my cock…well, that might just be ruined forever once I fuck you."

  My heart catapulted around my ribcage, careening into bone. "You can’t say things like that."

  "Like what?"

  I sat up, looking directly into his endless blue eyes. "Like that. It confuses me. I know whatever is going on with us will only last a few hours. I—I want you, but I don’t want you inside my head."

  Pain shadowed his eyes then disappeared. Bending over me, he kissed me fleetingly. "I’m already in your head, Lace. Just keep me out of your heart and you’ll survive." Lust blanketed him again, hiding the snippets of vulnerability.

  Who is this man?

  "Time for dessert." His voice whispered into provocative darkness. "When this is over I want the bed smeared with chocolate and cream and you painted in cum and cake."

  Holy shit.

  My mind filled with images of him smearing me with chocolate and licking it off. I wanted that way too much.

  What’s happening to me?

  I’d become a nymphomaniac.

  The conundrum of a dirty talking fighter, coupled with flashes of whatever lurked in his soul, undid me. I’d come into his room as a knotted string. Knots upon knots all tied tight and unchangeable. But every moment I spent with him untied each one until he forced me from string to unbound ribbon.

  Still holding the bottle by its neck, he drank deeply. His throat contracted once, twice, as he gulped down chilly bubbles. His wet lips glistened in the soft lighting. "Take off your bra."

  Breathing hard, I reached behind and fumbled with the clasp. It snapped open, relaxing around my chest with a sigh as if it couldn’t wait to be thrown away.

  Holding out his hand, he ordered, "Give it to me."

  Biting my lip, I held out the bra, replacing it with my arm and hiding my nipples. Self-consciousness was a curse I couldn’t avoid, no matter how wanton he made me.

  His jaw clenched, but he didn’t reprimand or demand I stop hiding. With hungry eyes, he looked to my knickers. "Take them off, too. Unless you’d rather I bite them off."

  My core clenched at the dark promise in his voice. Slowly, I reclined on the bed, dropping my arm from my nipples.

  Cas sucked in a breath, his body tensing with anticipation and need.

  Hooking my fingers into the waistband and saying a silent prayer that I wouldn’t regret giving myself to a stranger, I tugged them down.

  The second I dropped them on the floor, Cas stumbled forward. With a look of sheer gratefulness, he collapsed to his knees before me. Placing the champagne on the floor, he grabbed my knees—one hand ice cold from the bottle, one burning hot with lust—and forced my legs wide.

  "Fuck me." His eyes shot from blue to black, drenching in desire.

  The way he studied me sent a trickle of wetness between my legs, now unhindered by knickers. I flushed, embarrassed to have him witness how much he turned me on.

  He groaned, his teeth clamping around his bottom lip. "Christ, woman, you’re fucking perfect." Tearing his eyes from my pussy, he tried to grin, but it came out as a grimace.

  I knew how he felt. That pain he mentioned crippled me, too. It throbbed in my clit. It screamed in my nipples. I wanted him to touch, not look. I wanted him to bite, not lick. And I wanted him to fuck me.

  Now.

  His face etched with restraint as he sat up on his knees, reaching for the ice cream sundae. Stabbing the rapidly melting ice cream with a spoon, he scooped up a blend of flavours and hovered over my pussy.

  His tight smile was wicked. "I’m going to give you a reward—just for being so fucking beautiful and having the guts to give into me."

  "What sort of reward?"

  His tongue stuck between his lips, flat and proud, hinting at exactly what my reward would entail.

  "Oops," he whispered as he turned the spoon upside down, dribbling the freezing cold ice cream onto my pussy.

  I jolted, muscles tensing against the frigid pleasure-pain of ice. His hand landed on my sternum, pushing me harder against the mattress. "Don’t move." His lips curled at the corners as he yanked my hips toward the edge of the bed and bent over me. "Let me feast, Lace. Let me do what I wanted to do the moment I set eyes on you."

  His head dropped.

  I cried out.

  His tongue—shit, his tongue.

  He was a wizard, a voodoo master—conjuring a lightning bolt to snap and crackle in my core. He lapped at the dripping ice cream, licking directly over my clit. Hot and cold. Ice and wet.

  The combination drove me wild.

  The flat pressure of his tongue and hotness of his breath dragged my soul from its tomb of grief and straight into living.

  "Christ, you’re better than chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry." Each word disappeared inside me as he panted and licked. His teeth grazed my clit, sending my heart rabbiting.

  "Please…" What am I begging for?

  His tongue turned harder, invoking the lightning bolt to return and snap around my womb. That—that was what I was begging for.

  The perfect brewing storm that would shatter me when it broke.

  His fingers dug into my hips, holding me down as his mouth latched harder on my pussy. The ice cream was forgotten; his tongue went from flat to spear, driving inside me with no warning.

  I arched upward, my legs fighting to scissor together to avoid the visceral overload. But I couldn’t. His wide shoulders wedged me open, while his hands kept me spread on the bed. Another thrust of his tongue, his nose inhaling deep. The wet noise as he ate both me and dessert twisted my mind into something dirty and wrong.

  I left the realm of sanity, spiralling straight into desire.

  "Cas—please!"

  Breathing hard, he stopped licking. With jerky muscles, he pinched a piece of cheesecake between his fingers. Climbing over my body, his cock brushed tantalizing against my hip. The wetness of pre-cum smeared my skin; I’d never wanted anyone as desperately as I wante
d him.

  "Eat it," he ordered, his face tight and dark.

  Opening my mouth, I obeyed. I moaned as richness touched my tongue, sending sugar racing through my already overloaded system.

  Cas looked at the remaining sweet on his fingers. With a glint in his eyes, he pressed them against my throat, smearing the deliciousness down my cleavage.

  The moment he’d painted me, he swooped down to lick it off.

  Hot saliva turned cold as he blew on the glistening trail he created. I shivered, my nipples peaking to pebbles.

  With a shaky arm, I reached for the closest dish. Using my forefinger, I scooped up a piece of cheesecake, bringing the dessert to Cas.

  He paused as I presented my finger.

  "Eat," I whispered.

  The room thickened with passion and obedience as his lips parted and I gently placed the decadence on his tongue.

  He groaned, sucking my finger deep and hard until blood sparked in the tip. I squirmed, completely turned on by his swirling tongue and supreme dominance.

  Shrugging out of the robe, he tossed it to the ground. "Don’t think we need that." He twisted to gather more sugar but paused. With a heavy sigh, he scooted off the bed, heading to his suitcase.

  My mouth fell open seeing his naked form for the first time. His feet weren’t the only perfect thing about him. His calves were well defined, his quads wide and firm, his ass was narrow and concave, showing no body fat, while his back rippled with too many muscles to count. The planes of strength cushioned his spine and the messy blond on his head made him seem wild and completely untameable.

  Reaching into his suitcase, he pulled free a foil packet and spun to face me.

  Holy mother of all that’s holy.

  My mouth hung open. "Wow."

  He shifted on the spot, incredibly suffering a bit of what I did—shyness. His stomach was a playground of muscles, his chest broad and chiselled like rock. His shoulders might’ve been too wide if it weren't for the almost elegantly sculptured arms. No tattoos, completely bare and virgin skin.

  His eyes glowed. "If you’re hungry, Lace, go for the cheesecake."

  I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. My lungs were empty as I sat gawking at his cock. It hung majestically between his legs. Too big and long to stand fully even though it was rock hard.

  For the first time in my life, I found that part of a man attractive. It wasn’t something that could be called beautiful—but Cas Smith was. Undeniably.

  Sitting up on my knees, I opened my arms. "Come here."

  He smirked, crossing the small distance to stand just out of touching distance. "I take it you don’t want the cheesecake?" His voice wobbled between lust and uncertainty.

  What in the hell did he have to be uncertain about?

  "You were right. I’m completely ruined for other lovers." Sitting taller, I boldly grabbed his cock.

  His jaw clenched as I fisted him, thrilling at the way his body locked down and fists curled.

  "Chemistry, Lace. Just chemistry."

  I shook my head. "No. Not just chemistry. I’ll fight to forget about you the minute this is over, but you’ll live forever in my dreams."

  He pressed closer, allowing my hand to trace the length of him until I cupped his balls. His head fell back as a groan tore from his mouth. "Dreams? Pity that isn’t somewhere accessible."

  I worked him with both hands, stroking and squeezing all at once. "Why?" I breathed.

  His eyes flashed dangerously. "Because I’d find you and fuck you every night."

  My heart froze.

  Just the hint of being able to see him again enticed me way too much. We hadn’t even slept together, yet, but promises and rules of a one-night stand seemed to be shredding fast.

  "You’re getting greedy," I murmured, squeezing hard until he almost collapsed to his knees. I adored having such power of this massive, dangerous fighter. One touch and he was mine.

  Fisting my hair, he jerked me from my knees to almost standing on the mattress. His mouth crashed on mine, his tongue stealing my protests. "Fuck, how are you doing this?" His mouth worked harder, kissing me frantic then slow, then erotic, then brutal. "What the hell is happening to me?"

  I shuddered as he pressed his hard cock against my belly, toppling me backward onto the bed. I cried out as he scooped up more sticky cheesecake, letting it fall into my belly button. My stomach heaved as my breathing galloped out of control. His teeth captured my taut flesh, biting down until fear laced with desire at the thought of him marking me.

  Then he let go, sucking up the cheesecake and swirling his tongue in my navel. The pull resonated directly with my core; I bucked beneath him.

  Shit!

  I didn’t think I could stand too much more of this. My body was boneless, existing with lightning and the roiling storm clouds he conjured.

  Pushing his large shoulders, he understood what I wanted and flopped onto his back. The bed shuddered with his muscular weight, his hair flopping over one eye.

  Tenderness filled me and I brushed it away, cupping his cheek. He froze, his nostrils flaring, as I bent over and kissed him.

  It was the first time I’d kissed him, and I relished in it. I took my time, waltzing my tongue with his, faster and faster until my lips stung with rawness. His hips twitched unconsciously, never stopping their relentless pursuit of more.

  Lying beside him, I grabbed the champagne bottle from the floor and drank. The crisp alcohol did nothing to steady my nerves, only made my inhibitions fade faster.

  "I want some," Cas growled, his eyes fixated on my throat and the residual smear of chocolate between my breasts.

  Wiggling closer, I tipped the bottle just like he had, splashing too much into his mouth. My stomach flipped, my heart erupting in a sunrise as he chuckled and pulled my head to his. "Lick me, Lace. How dare you get me wet."

  "Lick you here?" My tongue flicked over his five o’clock shadow, capturing wayward droplets.

  He moaned. "More."

  "How about here?"

  His throat elongated as his head dug into the pillow, giving me complete access to his neck. I didn’t wait for another invitation.

  Grabbing the spoon he’d used to cover me in ice cream, I scooped up vanilla—my favourite—and hovered it over his cock.

  His eyes remained closed as my fingers twisted his nipples. My lips trailed down his stomach.

  With a flick of my wrist, the melting goodness covered his shaft.

  He jolted upright. "Fuck!"

  Throwing my legs over his quads, I shoved him back down again. "Fair’s fair in war."

  His eyes blazed. "Nothing’s fair in the act of love, Lace." His large hands landed on my hips tensing to throw me off.

  I gripped him with my thighs. "This isn’t love. This is…what was that word you used?"

  He smirked. "Chemistry?"

  "Yes, that’s it. What’s fair in chemistry?"

  His jaw tensed. "Fair is taking everything and giving all in return. Fair is fucking destroying each other."

  Taking his wrists, I plucked his fingers from my hips and in the boldest move of my life, brought them up to wrap in my hair.

  His eyes flared as I leaned forward, scooting down his body until my mouth hovered above the melting ice cream and his throbbing cock.

  His fingers fisted, tugging on my strands. "Who the fuck are you?" he murmured, his breathing shallow and uneven.

  Curling my tongue, I licked up the entire length of him, tasting musk, man, and vanilla.

  "Christ!" His body seized, stomach rippling. I pitied his opponents when faced with such a mountain of masculinity. Nothing could beat him. Not even life itself.

  "I’m nobody. Just a girl you found in a hotel corridor."

  My scalp smarted as he shoved my face into his crotch. I didn’t care—in fact, I revelled in his vicious need. "You’re more than that but you’re driving me mad. Suck me. Fucking suck."

  With pleasure.

  Opening my mouth, I fitted m
y lips over him.

  Shit, he burned. Beneath the coldness of the ice cream, he smouldered.

  His cock jerked the second my tongue swept over the head. His hands tightened in my hair, tugging and making my eyes water.

  Sliding further down, I drank his taste.

  My soul became drenched in his flavour as I licked away salty pre-cum; my mouth watered at the sweetness of vanilla ice cream. His skin was silky and priceless satin—living stone twitching to fill me.

  My jaw ached as I bobbed up and down, but Cas kept my head locked between his legs. I couldn’t look up, I couldn’t see. But I knew the longer I sucked him, the more he unravelled.

  His hips matched my rhythm, driving up as I sank down, fucking my mouth possessively. He didn’t try to choke me. He didn’t drive past my gag reflex. He took what I gave and nothing more.

  Finally, his hands tugged on my hair, yanking my head up.

  My eyes watered, and my tongue was numb from granting him pleasure. His fingers drifted to grip beneath my arms, hauling me up his chest. The moment our slippery, sticky bodies sandwiched together, we shivered. His cock had its own heartbeat, thrumming against my lower belly—so damn close to filling me.

  "I want more than just tonight," he growled. He swallowed, panic fireballing in his eyes before being devoured by endless blue.

  His confession sent my heart ablaze. I couldn’t speak.

  Shoving me off him, he sat up. As if he’d never uttered the previous words, he growled, "I need you hard and fast, Lace. Tell me if that’s going to be a problem."

  I shook my head. "No. I want that, too."

  "Good. Get on all fours."

  Scrambling in my haste, I did as he asked, looking over my shoulder at the powerful man behind me. With shaking hands, he tore open the condom wrapper and sheathed it over his extremely large cock.

  My legs trembled. A body-clenching wave swept through me. I worried for my pussy. I worried for my mind staying in one piece when he finally made me come. I worried about so many things.

  Grabbing the champagne from where I’d placed it on the bedside table, he swigged it, then rested it by his thigh.

  With a cold smile, he positioned himself between my legs, nudging my soaking entrance with his overheated cock.

  We both groaned at the tantalizing friction.