Page 148 of Specter Bred

"You like getting fucked up your ass by your instructor, don't you, Teacup?"

“If you want praise, ask Farm Boy. He’s better at stroking egos,” she replied in shallow breaths.

Sammy’s eyes widened. “Oh, hell no. Don’t drag me into this. He is not putting anything in my ass.”

My mouth tilted into a slow, dangerous grin. “That’s not what you said in my office. If I recall correctly, the words ‘take one for the team’ left your mouth.”

Sammy went still. “Sir, that was hypothetical.”

Maeve blinked at him, then smirked. “That’s a very generous definition of a team player, Boy Scout.”

“Relax, Farm Boy,” I cut in, amusement pulling at my mouth. “I don’t swing that way. Your ass is safe from me.”

Relief flashed across his face, and I let him have it for a moment before adding, “You did better this time. Lasted longer.”

Sammy’s mouth twitched. “I strive for improvement, sir.”

“Then I suggest you pay attention,” I said, turning my focus back to Maeve. “You might learn something.”

“I’m perfectly capable of teaching Hayes exactly what I like,” Maeve shot back.

A low laugh escaped me. “Then you should pay attention too, Teacup, because I’m about to introduce you both to the advanced course.”

Whatever smart rebuttal she had disappeared when I took control of the pace. Her breathing turned uneven, her eyes squeezing shut as her head tipped back toward me. The teasing comments stopped altogether, replaced by breathless little sounds she could no longer seem to hold back.

Hayes grew completely captivated by the change, his attention fixed on every reaction I pulled from her.

I wrapped one hand around the front of her throat, squeezing slightly, just enough to hold her steady and keep her exactly where I wanted her. My movements stayed slow, controlled, and deliberate. As my hips rolled, she desperately pushed back against them, but I wouldn't let her take control. I was in charge. Her body was mine at whatever pace I wanted to take her.

Frustrated little sounds slipped from her lips, but I still refused to give her what she wanted yet, tightening my grip slightly as I kept the same measured rhythm.

"Beg me for more, Teacup. Tell me how much you want me to knot your tight asshole," I whispered in her ear.

Maeve’s head whipped back, her eyes locking onto mine with a flash of pure defiance.

“I don’t beg,” she said through clenched teeth. “Ever.”

A low chuckle rumbled from my chest. “You’re a quick learner, Teacup. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Her glare sharpened, but I only tightened my grip.

“That wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. About time you learned how to beg your alpha.”

To entice her compliance, I drove into her ass, hard and fast, giving her just a taste of the base of my knot.

A strangled cry tore from her lips, but instead of giving her more, I slowed and returned to that same maddeningly measured pace.

“Fuck you, Grizzly!”

A grin pulled at my mouth. “Currently in progress, Teacup. Now let me hear 'please', or you’re not getting my knot.”

Maeve’s fight finally cracked beneath the frustration, though the fire in her eyes burned hotter than ever. She gritted her teeth, glaring back at me as if she wanted to bite.

"Pleaseeee, Instructor Asshole," she said in a saccharine voice.

A laugh escaped me.

“It’s a start,” I said. “We’ll work on the delivery, little alpha. Farm boy, lick her clit. I want her squirting all over your face while I work my knot in."