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“I can talk you into it?”

I let out a shaky breath.

“Come on, omega, there’s a word I said I wanted to hear you say a lot,” he said. “Say it for me. Should I talk you into it?”

“Yes,” I whispered

“Good girl,” he said, pushing his thumb a little deeper. “Mmm, this is going to be amazing, sparrow. We’re both going to like this very much.”

I moaned.

“I can do you easy here, spend a lot of time stretching you and getting you ready, or we can do it intense and hurt you,” he said. “I know you’d like to hurt for me. I can smell it on you. I’d like to hurt you, too. It would be a fucking honor.”

My insides seized up in a rush of something like horror, but my body released such a flood of hot, liquid pleasure, my scent filling the air, that there was no way to pretend I wasn’t aroused as all hell by the thought of that.

“Fuck,” he breathed, removing his thumb and lying down next to me. He pulled me into his arms and we were kissing again, wild, sloppy, wet kisses. I clutched at his shirt, pulling at it. I ripped the fabric.

He let out a low, approving noise, deepening the rip to throw the shirt off, before returning to kissing me in a frenzy. “You smell so good, omega.” His voice was raw. “I’m barely holding it together here. I’m going to need to knot you, you know that?”

I rubbed my bare breasts into his chest, feeling out of control. “You need to, alpha?”

“So, so badly, omega. Do you need my knot?”

“Mmm,” I cried out. “Mmm, please, alpha.”

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he gasped, disentangling us, yanking off his pants and underwear to show off his cock, which was hard and pulsing, the knot at the base fucking enormous.

I whined, perfuming, frightened. I went up and presented again, shivering all over, slick leaking out of my pussy, making my thighs wet.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I got you,” he said, but he didn’t sound soothing. He sounded rough and barely in control.

He got in position behind me and he sank his cock into my pussy.

I let out a noise of protest.

He was out immediately. “Just lubing, sparrow,” he panted. “Just using your slick. And don’t worry, I’m pre-coming like a fucking fountain. We’ll be just fine.”

I shivered again, not sure we would be fine and frightened of how much this was going to hurt.

And then he just did it, forced his way into me, and it was insanely painful. It wasn’t like the kind of pain where it also felt good and it interacted with my arousal in a way that made me more turned on. It was the kind of pain that overrode everything, a feeling of utter wrongness, having been forced into submission in the most violent and worst way.

I went utterly still, frozen, my limbs locking up, like an animal playing dead and hoping a predator would go away. I couldn’t speak or move or act.

And he pulled out of me, letting out something like a sob.

The pain lingered and I stayed frozen.

I could hear his noisy, harsh breaths.

He touched me, hand on my back, and I felt myself twitch, and then I could move again, and I sprawled out, belly down, my heart pounding wildly against my rib cage. He soothed a hand over my spine, like I remembered Devlin doing once. It grounded me, pulling me back together.

“The fuck did I just do?” he said in a garbled voice. And then he got off the bed and left the room, the air moving in his wake, whispering against my bare skin.

I was alone.

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