Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(54)

"Sure thing," Waylon answered, a note of curiosity in his tone.

I hung up and glared at the open door.

"Go back upstairs, princess," I snarled.

My voice had the opposite effect as I’d hoped, and my hips bucked into nothing as her perfume bloomed and floated in my direction, like she'd shot a arrow directly to arouse my cock.

She appeared in the doorway, hair a long, dark tangle piled high on her head, a baggy black T-shirt of Bear's slipping off one tan shoulder.

"Please," she whispered, eyes pointed to the floor. I wanted to grip her jaw in my hand and tear those eyes up to mine.

"Where the hell is Bear?" I asked, only slightly ashamed as I backed my chair away from my desk, trying to keep space between us.

She walked fearlessly forward.

"Sleeping. I…didn't want to wake them."

"Well, you better—"

Her eyes lifted, all fawn brown as they met mine, cutting through my warning. She brushed a hand over the back of the chair in front of my desk, walked slowly around the corner. "I want you. Please."

There was a little crack in her voice, and for a moment I was almost fooled by that one note. But there was a wariness in her gaze, like she was waiting for me to bark, to throw her out on her ass.

I stood from my chair and watched her steps falter, not sure if I was pleased to see the hesitation or if it made me vaguely queasy.

"I know what you're up to, girlie," I growled. I would not bark at this woman. I wasn't fucking Preston Bowers. But I'd remind her that I was alpha. "You come any closer, and what you'll get is a punishment, not a reward."

I realized suddenly that I'd made two rather large mistakes. One was that by moving back from my desk, I'd put myself against the wall and made room for her in front of me, an empty space she slid into easily, suddenly just inches away from my twitching hands and throbbing cock. The second was the warning I'd given her. She didn't look scared at all. Her eyes lit up, cheeks flushed.

"What kind of punishment?" she breathed, red tongue sweeping out over swollen lips.

Fuck.

"Princess—" I growled once more, wondering if maybe a little bark wasn't in order.

"Faith. My name is Faith. Please, just let me—"

Her knees bent, eyes lifted to mine as she started to drift down. I realized with a hungry horror what she would do, what she wanted, and how badly I craved letting her have it, how good it would feel, what a relief it would be to finally give in.

I grabbed her shoulder and her eyes widened in excitement. But I pulled her up and twisted her around, only half-aware of my actions, regretting every one of them as they happened. She was small in my hands and so easy to push down onto the table, her breath puffing out of her in a shocked gasp and a low answering moan. Bear's shirt rode up just enough to offer me a glimpse of rounded flesh, and then my free hand flipped the gray fabric up. She had fingertip bruises on her ass. Her thighs flexed as she rose up to her toes, hands spread and planted on my desk.

Heat blazed on my palm before I realized what I'd done, the noise cracking in the quiet room.

Faith, her name echoed in my head. I'm sorry.

Faith moaned, lifting that ass into my palm where I'd spanked her. Her perfume exploded, leaving me dizzy, and I watched cum and arousal slip out from between those red and glossy lips.

"More," she gasped.

If I were a weaker man, I'd lie and say I was helpless in that moment, drowned in her scent and my own self-denial for so many days. In truth, I was relieved she begged, because I didn't want to stop now. Not after finally feeling her skin in my hands, her warmth near mine.

My hand rose and fell as a dark glee bloomed in my chest. Her ass jiggled as I smacked her and a bright, muffled cry was pressed to my desk.

"I told you," I said.

"I want this," she whispered, turning her head and pressing her cheek to the smooth surface, gazing back at me with serene eyes.

"Good."

I struck quick, once on each cheek, and she rocked into the force of my hand as if it were my cock filling her. I groaned as she moaned, outraged and delighted, not sure of what directions the feelings were coming from.

I didn't make her beg again, working her quickly, spanking her ass red under my burning hand, keeping her pinned in place by her shoulder. She sounded like I was fucking her, little shouts and gasps and whines. She sounded like she had in the nest over my head, driving me mad at night, and I found a sick retaliation as I snapped my palm over her giving flesh. A grateful relief too.

"Oh fuck!" she cried, and I paused, but she wiggled her hips and begged through gritted teeth. "Don't stop! I'm so close."

Fuck. Fuck me, she was going to come from a spanking. It occurred to me to deny her, to really punish her. The only one learning any lesson right now was me. But I wanted the power that came from making a woman come, wanted to watch her and hear her and know that this time it was me undoing the omega.

I alternated one side for the other, back and forth, staring at the quiver of her thighs, the slip of her toes against the carpet as she arched for more, a hypnotic focus forming. She called my name, chanted praise, and I watched the mark of my hand form and fade and form again on her skin with one smack after the other.

"Oh god, yes! Ah-ahh!"

I stared, mouth hanging open, breath coming hard as Faith suddenly bucked and writhed, legs quaking and release spurting out in a little dribble. I reached for the fluid and she trembled, nails clawing against the desk. She pressed her pussy into my scorching palm, ground herself against my fingertips, and I watched her coat my skin in that release.