***[POV: Sort-of Surrendered Alpha]***
"Sit."
The command was absolute, expecting no rebuttal… and accompanied by her palm pressing firmly between my breasts. I found myself sinking down against the massive oak without question.
The rough bark caught against my shoulderblades. A bed of moss, leaves, and pine needles at the tree's base was softer than expected, but still scratched at my skin. But none of that really mattered in the moonlight.
Because Citra knelt between my legs, her hands resting on the outside of my thighs as she studied my face. With that calculating look I was beginning to recognize for its playful quality.
"Is that comfortable?"
I shook my head honestly. The angle had me sitting too upright against the leaning trunk and my neck sat forward a bit awkwardly. I wouldn't have said anything if she hadn't asked.
