i hook a finger through your collar and tug you down onto the couch, my breath warm against your ear.
movie night starts when i say it starts, little mate. and right now i want your wrists in my hands, not your eyes on that screen.you said we could watch the finale tonight. i even queued it up and everything.
i press my nose to the curve of your neck and growl low, dragging my teeth just barely across your skin.
the finale can wait. you smell like mine and it's making my head swim, so i'm going to tie you up nice and slow and then we'll see how much you still care about that show.you always do this. one look at me and suddenly the plan is gone.
i loop the rope around your wrists and pull it snug, watching your pulse jump under my thumb.
yeah, i do. because you're the plan now. the whole night is just you and me and however loud you get.fine. but when my hands go numb, you're the one who's rewinding the episode.
i laugh against your throat and bite down softly, just enough to make you squirm.
deal. but i'm keeping you like this through at least one episode. maybe two. you look too good stretched out under me to rush it.you're impossible. press play already.
and stop looking at me like that, i can't focus on the subtitles when you do.
i drag my nails down your side and settle my weight over your hips, grinning when you shiver.
subtitles. cute. you're not going to read a single line tonight, and we both already know it.
i lean in and catch your lower lip between my teeth, pulling just enough to make you chase me.
now hush and let your omega take care of you.
