“I can’t!” I croak, my voice breaking beneath the weight crushing my chest. “I need to do something! It’s fucking consuming me.”
Every breath burns. Every heartbeat reminds me that Seb is on his way to the hospital because I didn’t stop it. Couldn’t stop it. I just froze.
I don’t want to break. Not here. I don’t want my scent match to see me like this. I don’t want her to know my broken pieces. I don’t want her looking at me and seeing the Alpha my father became. But I can’t hide it anymore.
Not from her.
Not from myself.
“Use me then.”
It feels like time stops as three simple words register in my already overworked brain. Slowly, I turn toward her, finding the little Omega standing in the middle of the room.
Gods, she is pretty. So fucking perfect. She is the gentleness to my rigidness.
Taking a careful step towards me, she suddenly seems more confident in herself. Her shoulders are pulled back further. Her chin is tilted higher.
It's the aura of an Omega that knows what they want. But I still question it anyway.
“You don’t know what you are offering, Omega.”
She smiles, the look almost wicked on such an angelic face. “I think I do, Alpha. I know that I want you to use my body. To take your anger out on me.”
My eyes darken, a slow, almost sadistic smile born somewhere between relief and ruin curling my lips. One heartbeat she’s standing across the room, the next, she’s in my arms, my body moving on instinct as though the universe had always intended our bodies to find one another. My lips crash down on hers, desperate to erase every layer separating us, while hers mirror the same frantic urgency. We become a beautiful catastrophe, a tangle of impatient limbs and trembling breaths. The world beyond the four walls of this office ceases to exist. There is only her. Only us.
I groan as her sweet taste explodes on my tongue, my need for her consuming every sick and twisted part of me.
I rip at her clothes, every frantic movement mirrored by her as her fingers fumble with mine, neither of us caring about the trail of ruined fabric left in our wake. I lose all sense of direction as her naked body presses against mine, and something buried deep within me splinters apart, the last fragile thread holding my grief together finally giving way beneath the warmth of my scent match. Her fingers make quick work of my pants, my cock slapping hard against her core, the feel of her slickened cunt unraveling everything I thought I knew before this moment. I don’t make her wait. Every lesson in patience, every ounce of myrestraint I’d usually insist upon is swept away beneath the tidal wave of need. The need to bury my cock so fucking deeply inside her that no other name, no other touch, or damned fucking soul could ever compare consumes me whole.
I thrust inside her tight, wet heat and fuck… She’s already dripping for me.
Gone is the anger that controlled me only moments ago. The trauma that reared its ugly head, turning me into something I don’t want to be. But she rectified that with no more than her touch. My Omega. Lennon Gilmore. The one woman I know I should hate.
Her father took everything from me. Maybe there was more than a little truth to what Dominic had said about her not being the right source for my anger.
I don’t let myself overthink that right now. Reality can come knocking after I have felt Lennon cum on my knot.
Sharp nails bite into my shoulders, grounding me even as every careful thought abandons me. I thrust into her, fucking her into a frenzy, her moans rolling over my body in waves I could drown in.
I want to drown in her.
This woman. My Omega. A habit I can’t seem to shake, no matter how hard I try to ignore it. The woman I try so desperately to hate because hatred is all I know. Hatred is what led me here. Hatred is the reason I exist in the first place. But as I finally take what’s mine, all that hatred transforms into something unfamiliar and I’m fucking addicted.
“Fuck, Sasha,” she whines, her head bending back to lean against the wall of her office. I take that opportunity to begin licking her scent gland, hungry for the taste of her directly from the source.
“Yes, Alpha. Fuck me, please! I need more. More of you. Your cock. Your fucking teeth. Show them to me, Alpha!”
The Omegas wish is my command.
Gripping her tightly, I guide us away from the wall until the edge of her desk meets the backs of her legs. I lower her to her feet with far more care than I’d have thought to possess, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips when a breathless sound of protest escapes her at the sudden loss of closeness. Even now, with rage still niggling at the edges of my mind, that single sound feels like a promise that she’s here, and she’s not going anywhere. That we’re here together. With one sweep of my forearm, everything scattered across her desk is sent tumbling to the floor. Papers, pens, and years of organized documents drift around us like fallen leaves, neither of us sparing them a second glance. At this moment, none of them matters. There is only the space between us and the sheer desperation and need compelling us to outrun the reality that threatens to chase us.
“Present for me,” I demand.
Lennon’s eyes darken with quiet understanding as she obeys me without hesitation, trusting me with a vulnerability that has my cold, dead heart skipping a beat. I take a single step back, giving her enough room as she braces herself against the polished wooden surface.
It's the same desk her father had used his entire career. How poetic.
A bitter smile teases at the corners of my mouth at the irony, but I force it down, not wanting to ruin the moment. There will be time for that later. Right now, all I want is her.
