A sneer curled across my mouth.
“Don’t do that,” I said harshly. “Don’t use me just to get backat him.”
My jaw tightened.
“He thinks… he's the only man… who can have me.”
She shook her head again, more stubborn this time.
“Forme,” she said. “Mychoice”
The words faltered on her tongue.
“And because I…”
I leaned closer, voice rough.
“What, little mute? Spit it out.”
Her eyes locked onto mine.
“I wantyou.”
Silence stretched between us.
The way she said it was quiet and breathless, but certain.
It made something possessive inside me snap tight.
I stepped forward, gripping her hips and hauling her up against me, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss.
Our intimacy earlier had done nothing to quell my needs. If anything, the lingering taste of her pussy on my tongue and the heat of her body pressed against mine, had only made me hungrier for her.
After everything Marco had done to her, she had chosen me. Not him.
The way she’d said it echoed in my head.
I wantyou.
Possessive satisfaction curled through my chest.
Still holding her, I sat down in the chair, guiding her ontomy lap. Her legs fell over either side of my thighs as I pulled her close again, kissing her deep and slow.
More than once she stiffened in my arms, overwhelmed by the contact, trying to pull back. I reminded myself it was instinct, not rejection. I could feel the fight in her, the old fear telling her to retreat.
I didn’t let her.
One hand stayed firm on her back, the other steady at her hip as I held her in place, kissing her, deeper this time. Not rough or forcing, but rather steady and patient.
Refusing to let her run.
“Good omega,” I said roughly, in almost a growl. “You came to me. Don’t start second guessing that now.”
Gradually the tension in her body softened. The resistance eased as she leaned into me, melting against my chest.
“See?” I murmured, brushing another kiss over her mouth. “You want this.”
Her hands tightened in my shirt as she searched for the words.
