S*x With The Ruthless Alpha Professor
He pulled his own stool closer to mine with a low scrape of wood on tile, positioning himself so he could feed me directly from his fork while his free hand rested possessively high on my thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles that made my skin prickle.
The bond hummed between us—warm, golden, alive with shared heat—as he cut a perfect bite of steak, speared it, and lifted it to my lips. “Open for me, sovereign,” he murmured, voice rough and intimate, silver eyes locked on mine. “Taste what your alpha made for you while you sat there dripping my cum all over the stool like a good little omega.”