Elena wasn’t certain what he wanted of her. He didn’t need her adoration and pleased moans to do it. He’d proven that time and again at the hotel. Why was he acting this way?
She cringed as his mouth crashed into hers again, crushing her lips against her teeth. She whined as the hot, coppery tang of blood flooded over her tongue. He ravaged her now. No care or consideration given as he pried her open for his brutality.
He gave a vicious growl of victory as he tasted her blood.
Cold and terrified beneath him, Elena remained as still and silent as she could. Didn’t want to provoke a response of any kind, though by her very inaction, he became more incensed.
Elena grunted as he ripped away the remaining pieces of her gown, her body jerking in such a way as to remind her of that awful night. Every muscle locked tight, leaving her stiff and vulnerable. Now he would do it.
His hand worked its way between them, and the tinkling sound of his belt rang through her ears in alarming peals. She trembled, teeth clenched as she waited for the agonizing pain tobegin. Promising herself she wouldn’t give him her screams this time, she waited.
And waited.
He grunted and groaned above her. His body jerked and swayed as something hot and slick brushed against her thigh. Confusion ripped apart her fortifications as she angled her eyes down the line of her naked body to see what he was doing.
Elena would have screamed had she the breath.
It was huge. Massive on every scale. No wonder she’d felt he’d ripped her apart that night.
Clenched in his shuttling fist, he worked it to a furious shade of red. Aiming it at the soft skin of her thigh and mons to rub the thin fluid of his excitement against her. Painting her with it as his breaths came in ragged pants that feathered across her shivering body.
Musk and evergreens attempted to drown her as she took in a shaky breath. The smell of him teased along her senses, growing stronger with every jerking motion of his arm. Elena’s breaths came faster, harder. Almost panting as she watched the furious resolve on his face melt away on a ragged shout as he fell forward.
Catching himself on an arm, he hunched over her body. Elena squeaked and flinched as hot, thick liquid splashed over her stomach and thighs. Coating her again and again in a heavy sheen of fluid that smelled of him. Not until he sat back on his heels, chest heaving with his breaths, did she see him wringing his knot within a tight fist. The last watery sprays decorated her legs and knees.
Just when she thought it was over and she might be able to escape this unscathed, he growled deep in his chest, hands coming to her skin. He smeared the viscous liquid into her flesh. Rubbing it in until she was covered from neck to knee in the stuff.
Elena swallowed hard, unable to deny the tingling sensationthat followed his every touch. The simmering heat she felt between her legs as his fingers dipped down to paint her with more of the still warm fluid.
Only instincts. She was an Omega without suppressants with a virile Alpha. Of course, she would react to his scent and touch. She’d be inhuman not to.
There was no way for her to prepare for what he did next. Jumping off the bed, he jerked the covers back up to her nose. Closing her in with his scent, the tacky essence plastering the sheet against her skin. He didn’t say a word as he righted his clothes and left the room.
Leon didn’t even glance back before he shut the door behind him.
FIFTEEN
ELENA
Elena showered away the tacky film of his spend the next morning. Watching the bubbles swirl down the drain, she couldn’t begin to understand his actions. He’d been in a prime position to overtake her, had every right to do so, but he’d pleasured himself instead.
She would never admit to a single soul that it had left her feeling off kilter.
Her breasts felt heavy and tender in a way she couldn’t explain, their aching points bringing a gasp of pleasure to her lips at the rough rasp of the puff against them. Every inch of her skin felt alive in a way it never had before.
She understood her body, knew the parts of it, but no one had ever let on that it could feel like this. In fact, at the Omega school her father had sent her to, the topic was off limits and grounds for severe punishment if caught.
She was taught of expectations, of what an Omega was made for. To serve her Alpha and nothing more. It was left to them to explain their wants and needs to the lesser dynamic.
Leon had explained nothing to her at all.
The other side of the bed had still been warm when shewoke, so she knew he’d slept with her at least. He hadn’t woken her when he returned, and she didn’t know what that might mean.
Perhaps she’d disappointed him with her lack of knowledge, but surely he knew that was an Omega’s lot in life. He couldn’t expect her to know as much as Marjory Tyler or her girlfriends. They were Betas, given far more lenience than was ever bestowed upon an Omega.
Elena hadn’t been lying about Marjory’s number in the bathroom stall, after all.
Steeling herself with a deep breath, Elena went downstairs for breakfast. Maybe he’d tell her what he wished of her today.
