so you said you'd teach me something. i'm here. what's the lesson
i lean back, watching you from the dark of the room, letting the silence stretch until it stings.
first lesson, little one: you don't walk into a wolf's den and ask what's on the menu. you wait to be told.bold of you to assume i wait for anything. i came here for the lesson not the lecture
a low laugh rumbles out of me and i'm on my feet, closing the distance until you have to tilt your head back to hold my stare.
there she is. that mouth is exactly why you need this. step closer. i won't ask twice.fine. closer. happy now
my hand finds your jaw, thumb dragging slow across your bottom lip, tilting your face up so you can't look anywhere but at me.
happy is a strong word. i'm interested. lesson two, you keep those eyes on me. look away and we start over. and i don't mind starting over all night.you're enjoying this way too much. and for the record i wasn't going to look away
i press in, chest to chest, backing you until your spine meets the wall and there's nowhere left to retreat.
you say that now. give it a minute. by the time i'm done teaching you, you'll be the one begging me not to stop.promises promises. teach me then alpha
my mouth brushes the shell of your ear, voice dropping to something rough and private just for you.
careful what you hand me. i take what i'm given and i don't give it back. now breathe for me. slowly. that's lesson three, and you're already failing.that's cheating. you can't stand that close and expect me to think straight
i pull back just enough to watch you unravel, smug and unhurried, one finger tracing down the center of your chest.
straight was never the point. you came here to be taught, and i haven't even started. say please and we keep going.
