Omega (Alpha & Omega #1)

{Chapter Sixty}

The moment Cayson stepped into the room, the air seemed to shift. His normally calm attitude seemed different, somehow. Authoritative, in a way. Like he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Keon slid off the bed. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

He slid on his pants and left the room.

Cayson stood at the closed door, watching me. His arms were loose at his sides, but his fingers danced to a tune only he heard.

"I want you to understand something," he finally said. "If anything I do hurts you, or makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell me."

I blinked at him.

His lip curled slightly at the right. "But if you can't speak...you can tap me three times."

Can't...speak?

What kind of shit was he planning?

"If I had Teo's powers," he began walking to the bed, reaching down to the belt at his waist and unbuckling it, "I'd just hold you down. But, since I don't..."

He slid the belt through his belt loops, and my heart skipped. Something about his posture and attitude made me automatically want to obey. It wasn't the fact that I was an omega and he was an alpha, but the fact that my mate wanted me to do something and I wanted to do it.

"Hands." He held out his own hand, took mine, and tied them together. The leather was cool against my skin, and was tight enough to keep my hands in place without hurting me.

With the remainder of the belt, he raised my arms above my head and tied it to the headboard.

I was already breathing erratically. Not from fear, but from the expectation of what was to come. What he was going to do to me while my hands were tied above my head.

"Don't let Keon fool you," Cayson said, moving between my legs, "he likes this just as much as I do. And as much as you hopefully will."

His voice was so different.

He slowly spread my knees apart and looked down. "Look at you, already excited."

I flinched as he grinned. Then he stepped back off of the bed, grabbed my new pants, and brought it back with him. He grabbed hold of each pant leg, and ripped them apart.

My eyes widened. "W-What?"

His eyes flicked up to meet mine, then down to watch as he carefully bent my leg so that my calf met the back of my thigh. Then he slowly slipped the fabric around my leg and tied it, forcing me to keep my knee bent.

Oh, God.

When he was finished with the other leg, he looked back up at me to see my reaction.

I couldn't explain the feeling deep in the pit of my stomach if I tried.

"C-Cayson," I whispered.

"Hmm?" He slowly stripped off his pants, showing that not only was he not wearing underwear, he was also already hard.

Did having me tied up make him that excited that quickly? I wasn't sure what I looked like, nor did I really want to know. I couldn't move my arms or legs. The only thing I could move were my hips and my head, and I could barely do that.

He lifted my hips up and rested them on his lower thighs. Then, with a grin that only the devil knew, he slowly started rocking against me. Not in me. Against. Sliding up and down between my folds and looking more and more wicked as I began squirming.

"What's wrong," he asked, rolling his hips.

He knew exactly what the fuck was wrong. I bore my teeth at him, instead of groaning like I wanted to.