Ever so slowly, she leans over the desk, the graceful curve of her body stealing every coherent thought from my head. A subtle sway of her hips is all it takes, the silent invitation dragging me toward her, beckoning me closer before I even realize I’ve moved.
From this angle, she feels so much tighter. Slick squelches with each thrust, the sound tangling with the slap of my thighsagainst her perfect, round ass. I buck into her, hard and fast, one hand splayed across the center of her back, pinning her against the desk while the other slides up the elegant line of her throat, my thumb resting lightly beneath her jaw as I silently demand her attention. She backs up into me, matching each of my thrusts in a perfect cadence that has my balls tightening and my knot fucking throbbing, threatening to explode. I drive into her, my pace relentless, her cries like a symphony bouncing off the walls around us. I don’t give a single fuck if anyone hears. I want them to know what we’re doing. Want them to see her flawless skin marked by me.
“You take me so well, Omega,” I murmur, my jaw clenching as I climb higher and higher, teetering along the edge of my release.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasp, my breathing labored as I pump harder, my hips slapping against her skin, and I swear to the fucking Gods nothing has ever sounded so sweet.
“Uh-hu,” her breathy voice comes out more like a choke, as I tighten my grip around her neck. She leans into my touch, telling me just how rough she likes it.
Who knew our coach had a naughty side?
“Say it, Omega. Tell me just how fucking good my cock feels fucking your perfectly wet cunt.”
“Your cock… You feel amazing. Make me come, Alpha. Please.” She chokes on the last word, and I reach for her hair, gripping the long strands and winding them around my fist as I lose myself in her, chasing the high I think only she can give me.
“Sasha!Fuck, I’m going to…” she trails off, her words taken over by a scream, but nothing about it sounds fearful. This woman is just as lost as I am to the pleasure we’re giving each other, as her walls tighten around me, her orgasm within reach.
I pull her up by her hair, brushing my lips over her ear, my heavy pants sending goosebumps over her sensitive flesh.
“Cum for me, Omega. Cum all over my knot like the filthy little slut you pretend not to be. Show me how much just how much your greedy fucking cunt wants to be filled with my cum. Show me just how fucking badly you want me to claim you.”
With a yell, her orgasm crashes over her, her body trembling beneath my hands as every ounce of tension finally gives way. Mine follows close behind, ripping through me with a roar that feels as much like relief as it does surrender.
Is that what this is? Am I surrendering to this woman? To the daughter of the man I’ve spent years dreaming of destroying? Am I submitting to the new dreams that plague me at night? Dreams of her mouth on mine. Her body writhing beneath me while Holden and Dominic claim us both?
Was I ever meant to win the fight against fate? My Instincts? Or was I fooling myself from the very beginning, believing I could look my scent match in the eye and choose hatred over her?
With one last thrust, I push my knot deep inside of her. The sound that escapes my lips is nothing short of primal. I give Lennon everything I have. All of my pain. All of the hatred that’s been festering inside of me for the man she called father.
The man whose desk we so perfectly defiled.
I give it all to her. Together we’re locked in this moment, her body holding me in place while the storm inside me finally begins to quiet. Her pussy pulses a final time around my knot, and it’s so fucking beautiful I could die. She takes it all. Takes all that I’m willing to give her that I forget why I fought this in the first place.
Why I had put distance between us.
Why I had insisted on seeing my mission to end her through.
I had been so insistent on ensuring the three of us left no trace of our scent behind before we walked back into training every morning. It’s almost cruel to give her so much of myself. Theweight is heavy. Ugly. But she takes it. She doesn’t pull away. She simply bears the weight with me, as though it doesn’t threaten to crush us both. Just like Holden and Dominic have.
Her knuckles are white against the edge of the desk as the moment slowly settles around us. Letting go of her hair, I rest my forehead against the middle of her back, forcing myself to breathe. To think. To regulate myself before reality destroys everything we’ve just built between us. Because that’s exactly what will happen the moment we put our clothes back on and that office door opens.
Holden will still be hurt.
Seb will still be in the hospital.
The ice will still bear the proof of what happened.
And she will still be my Coach. Patrick Gilmore’s daughter.
Chapter Fourteen
Lennon
I’m a fucking idiot.
That's the only thought that runs through my mind as the last pulses of Sasha’s cum fills my knotted pussy. The reality of what we’ve just done crashes over me harder than any pleasure ever could.
I baited the Alpha and now I am fucking paying for it.
