SONYA'S POV
I should tell him to stop. Should maintain some distance while we figure out this forced mate bond situation.
But I don't want distance.
I want him. I want to feel something other than the crushing betrayal Derek left behind. Want to remember what it's like to be desired by someone who actually sees me.
"Don't stop," I breathe.
He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his hand sliding between my thighs. But instead of touching me where I need him most, he traces lazy patterns on my inner thighs, deliberately avoiding my aching core.
"Reign," I whimper against his lips. "Please..."
"Please what?" His fingers dance closer, then retreat again. "Use your words, little omega."
"Touch me. I need you to touch me."
"Where?" He's torturing me now, his fingers stroking everywhere
