Chapter 133 WHO WAS TEASING WHO?

Chapter 133 WHO WAS TEASING WHO?
CHAPTER 133

DORIAN

I settled between Charlotte’s thighs, the heavy weight of my cock resting against her still-wet folds. Her heat seeped into me immediately.

My hands gripped her hips, ready to push inside and finally bury myself in the only place that had felt like home in weeks. The bond roared in my chest, demanding I take her hard and deep.

Then her hands came up and pressed against my chest.

“Not yet,” she said, voice still husky from the orgasm I’d just given her.

I froze. My cock twitched against her, frustrated. “Charlotte—”

She pushed harder. I let her roll me onto my back. In one smooth motion she straddled my thighs, naked and glowing, her dark hair falling over one shoulder.

The sight of her sitting on me like that—lips swollen, thighs still trembling, eyes sharp with intent—made my stomach tighten.

“My turn,” she smirked.

She leaned down and kissed me slowly, tasting herself on my tongue. I groaned into her mouth and tried to pull her closer, but she caught my wrists and pinned them above my head against the mattress.

Her smaller hands held me there with surprising strength. The control in that simple move made my cock throb harder against her stomach.

She’s going to tease me. The realization hit with a mix of frustration and dark hunger. I could have flipped her in a second. I was stronger.

But the way she looked at me—confident, a little wicked—made me stay exactly where she put me.

Charlotte released my wrists and slid down my body. Her mouth left a trail of open kisses over my chest, then lower, over the hard ridges of my abs.

Every brush of her lips made my muscles jump. She stopped just above the base of my cock, so close I could feel her warm breath. My hips jerked up on instinct.

She smiled against my skin. “Patience.”

The same word I’d used on her. Hearing it thrown back at me made something low and dangerous coil in my gut.

Her tongue flicked out and tasted the drop of precum that had beaded at the tip. The contact was light…barely there and still my entire body tensed. A rough sound left my throat.

“Charlotte. Don’t play with me.”

She ignored the warning. She licked a slow stripe from base to tip, then closed her lips around just the head and sucked gently.

The wet heat of her mouth made my hands fist in the sheets. I wanted to grab her hair and push deeper, but I forced myself to stay still.

Watching her take me was almost as good as the feeling itself.

She pulled off with a soft pop and looked up at me through her lashes. “Tell me how much you missed this.”

I exhaled hard through my nose. “I missed it. Now put your mouth back on me.”

She shook her head, lips brushing the underside of my cock as she spoke. “Use your words, Alpha. How much did you miss my mouth? My hands? Tell me.”

The taunt hit exactly where she intended. My control frayed. “I thought about your mouth every fucking night you were gone. I woke up hard and angry because you weren’t here to take care of it. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes,” she whispered, then took me deeper.

The sudden wet heat made my head drop back against the pillow. A low, broken moan tore out of me before I could stop it.

Her tongue worked the underside while she sucked, slow and deliberate, never taking me all the way. She kept the pace maddeningly steady, just enough pressure to keep me on the edge without giving me more.

My hips tried to thrust up. She pinned them down with both hands, nails digging into my skin. The restraint only made the need worse.

“Fuck—Charlotte—take more of me.”

She hummed around my cock instead, the vibration traveling straight up my spine. I cursed under my breath.

She was enjoying this—watching the Alpha who usually controlled every room reduced to begging on his own bed.

She pulled off again, leaving me shiny and throbbing. Her hand wrapped around the base and stroked slowly while she kissed the sensitive spot just beneath the head. “You sound good when you ask nicely.”

“I’m not asking,” I growled, but the words came out strained. “I’m telling you. Put me back in your mouth and don’t stop until I say so.”

She laughed softly and finally sank down farther. The tight heat of her throat closed around me. My vision blurred for a second. A raw sound left my chest.

My hand finally moved, fingers sliding into her hair, not forcing, just holding. She let me guide her a little, taking me deeper on every pass until the wet sounds of her mouth filled the room.

“That’s it,” I managed, voice rough. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Fuck, you feel perfect.”

She hummed again and picked up the pace, sucking harder, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. The dual sensation made my thighs tense.

Pleasure coiled tight and low, building fast. I was already close—too close—and she knew it.

She slowed right when I needed more. Pulled almost all the way off and licked around the head with soft, teasing strokes. A frustrated snarl left my throat.

“Charlotte. Don’t—”

“Beg,” she said against my cock, looking up at me with dark, satisfied eyes. “I want to hear the Alpha beg for my mouth.”

Pride and need warred inside me. For a second I almost flipped her. Then her tongue flicked over the slit again and the last of my resistance cracked.

“Please,” I rasped. The word tasted foreign and necessary. “Please put your mouth back on me. Suck me properly. I need it—need you—don’t stop again.”

A small, triumphant smile curved her lips. She took me deep in one smooth motion and finally gave me the pace I needed.

My fingers tightened in her hair as my hips rolled up to meet her. The wet heat of her throat, the way she moaned around me, the sight of her lips stretched around my cock—everything piled on top of the weeks of missing her until I couldn’t hold back the sounds leaving my mouth.

“Fuck—yes—just like that. Don’t stop. I’m close—”

She didn’t stop. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowed, one hand squeezing the base while the other cupped and rolled my balls.

The pressure built until it snapped. I came with a deep, broken groan, hips jerking as I spilled down her throat.

She swallowed every pulse, staying with me through it until I was spent and breathing hard.

Only then did she pull off, wipe the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and crawl back up my body.

She straddled my hips again, still wet and ready, looking down at me with quiet satisfaction.

I stared up at her, chest heaving, the last aftershocks still rolling through me. The bond hummed strong and clear for once..

“You’re going to pay for that,” I said, voice rough.

She smiled, slow and unrepentant. “I’m counting on it, Alpha.”