I grip my Alpha tight, bringing his hard body into mine as the need to unleash the turmoil dragging up my trauma becomes unbearable. The only way I know I will be able to calm down is to fuck. Breaking the kiss, Dominic grabs me by the wrist, crossing the hallway into his empty workshop. The door closes behind us, the lock flicking. Dominic's hard body presses me against the door, his hands fumbling at my button as his need for me grows. I try to fight him. To turn myself around so it is me fucking him, not the other way around. But he doesn’t relent. With expert finesse, his hands rip down my pants, exposing my ass to the cool room. I feel his grip is cock, his spit landing on the tipbefore he pushes into me, not giving me a second to adjust. It is fucking painful. The lack of lube or any kind of prior preparation threatens to tear me apart, but it is exactly what I need right now, even if I don’t want to admit it. I need the pain to remind me that I am alive. That I am not just my trauma.
“That’s it, take my fucking cock.” Dominic grunts as he begins to thrust into me, his starting pace brutal. I slam my fist down on the wall as the pain begins to turn into pleasure. I curse under my breath, trying to find something to grip onto. Dom chuckles, noticing my struggle. Noticing the way my body still continues to fight, even though we both know he has the upper hand right now.
“Fight me all you want, Alpha, but you know I will win.”
“Fuck you, Dominic,” I growl between gritted teeth. It sounds pitiful, though, and not convincing whatsoever.
“You just need a tight little body in front of you, don’t you? A tight littleOmegabody. One that will feel so good in your hands. One that will take that knot of yours so perfectly.”
I groan, knowing exactly who he’s talking about.
Lennon. Everything comes back to her.
“You know she would feel so fucking good. So wet and warm. The scent of her sweet slick dripping down her thighs as you took everything out on her.”
I groan again, the edges of my vision narrowing to a point. I had thought I had pushed past my need for a taste of her today, but it's clear my little break and enter did nothing but make my need for her double.
“You can lie to yourself all you want, Sasha, but we both know you want her just as much as I do. You may be thirsty in your need for revenge, for someone to pay for the sins committed to your flesh, but you are just as much of a hot blooded Alpha as I am. You need that Omega.Weneed that Omega.”
Even through the pleasure, I am still able to make sense of Dominic's words. He is right. I do need her. I need to fuck her. To make her mine. I hate it, but my every instinct yearns to feel her warmth. It’s my head that won’t let the fact that she’s my scent match change what I plan to do. To make her pay. To have her understand just how much of a villain this father she has sitting up on a pedestal is.
So, what is stopping me from having both?
I can have the Omega on the end of my knot, she's bonded to me for life, all the while she breaks for me. Over and over and over again.
Because it would taste so sweet knowing I have full ownership of the man who ruined my life's daughter. Patrick would be rolling over in his grave knowing all of the despicable things I plan on doing to her.
I don’t know if any other kind of vengeance would ever taste that sweet.
As I fall over the edge, the door in front of me catches my release, and I begin to adjust the plan I had for my little birdy.
Not only will I destroy her, but I am also going to make her mine in the process.
Mine to fuck, ruin, keep… Mine to mourn.
For as long as I fucking want to.
I won’t just kill her and be done with it as I had originally planned to do. No.
Death is too fucking kind.
The life that I give her will have her begging for me to put her out of her misery. But I never will, and that will be her punishment. To carry ghosts around like shackles, and to spend years wondering what things would be like if she had done something different. Wondering what it would be like if she never accepted her inheritance, and just stayed the fuck away from me, and lived her pathetic, packless life in her little officeon the other side of the continent. She will yearn to be happy. To be cared for. To be something more than just a warm hole to fuck.
But happiness is fleeting.
And so are little birds.
And I will do it all with a fucking smile on my face.
Chapter Twelve
Lennon
Ididn’t give myself much time to think about nerves in the lead up to my first away game as an NHL coach. I had been so focused on ensuring that the team was ready that the idea of having twenty thousand out-of-state people watching your every move hadn’t been something I had bothered preparing for. But now that I can feel their eyes on me, watching as I manage the lines, trying to finesse the plays we had practiced in the weeks prior at home, I feel like I could vomit.
Or pass out. Potentially both.
I am so out of my depth it's not even funny.
