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“Good.” He started fucking her then, the pace brutal and punishing to her newly sensitized mind. It was painful and exquisite and overwhelming, and her hands found their way down to clutch his arms. holding on for dear life. She moaned and whined and cried out in pain when the wide head of his cock struck her cervix over and over, but her pussy clenched and dripped and cried out for more.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to…” She bit her lip harshly, tasting the copper tang of blood. Her orgasm was right there; she could practically touch it.

“You want to come?” His voice was close to her ear, and his arms came around her to hold her close as he kept fucking her. She could feel his heartbeat thumping against her chest, and she buried her face into his neck, breathing in the clean, male scent of the Alpha.

“Yes, God, fuck, yes, I want to come. Please, can I come?” she begged shamelessly, her pussy clenching hard around his big cock. Would she even be able to come without his permission? She wasn’t sure anymore.

“Go ahead. Come on my cock, slut.”

The degrading order tipped her over the edge and she screamed. Her legs wrapped around his back as her pussy spasmed over and over around his cock, the orgasm stretching out endlessly. She was vaguely aware of him grunting and his cock pulsing inside her as he came. His mouth was on her neck, biting down hard, and she stretched her neck out to give him better access.

“Good. Good Omega. There’s a good girl.” His words were soft and reverent as he breathed hard, resting his forehead against her shoulder for a moment before he pushed off her. She whined softly when his cock slipped out of her pussy, but her entire body was languid with orgasm and she couldn’t find it in her to protest too much.

She was vaguely aware of him rustling around the apartment for a few minutes, and suddenly he was back at her side, fully clothed with his keys in his hand. His free hand slid between her legs, fingers pressing deep inside her pussy for a moment.

“Nice and slick with my cum. Just how I like you.” He chuckled to himself, then his fingers disappeared. There was a brief, tender stroke down Chastity’s cheek, and then the front door slammed shut.

It took a moment before Chastity realized she was alone, and she curled up on her side to fall into a satisfied sleep.

CHAPTER7

The office seemed strangely quiet on Chastity’s first day back. She nodded to her coworkers as they glanced over at her curiously. She lifted her hand in greeting to one of her team managers, whose expression was unreadable as he raised his hand back. His nostrils flared as she walked by, and Chastity ducked her head and picked up the pace. The heat symptoms had been gone for a full day, but could an Alpha still smell her? Or was that only when she was starting heat?

Luckily, he didn’t call out to her once she was past him, and she kept her head down as she made her way up the building. Only one or two of her other coworkers greeted her, and she managed to make it to her office relatively unscathed.

She settled in her office chair, huffing out a breath as she turned on her computer. She tugged the high collar of her shirt self-consciously, glancing around as she did. The bite mark that the Alpha had left had turned into an impressive bruise, and Chastity knew that if any of her coworkers saw a hickey after she had been out for a week ‘sick,’ well, there would be questions.

Questions that she really didn’t want to answer.

Her email inbox was overflowing when she booted up her computer, and she sighed as she began the routine task of sorting through emails. Filing them, deleting them, responding when necessary.

After the surreal week that she had spent at home, it was almost a relief to return to the boring routine of her day-to-day. Her life wasn’t exciting, and she liked it that way.

Part of her worried that the Alpha was going to suddenly appear in her office doorway, imposing and powerful. Though her mind was clear and she had her full wits about her again, Chastity wasn’t sure how she would respond if he did. Her mind was outraged at the things he had done and said to her while she was in heat (the things that she could remember, anyway), but every time she thought of it her pussy clenched and a flush spread up the back of her neck. The man had had a way with her body, that much couldn’t be denied.

So did she want him to find her, then? He had said he lived in the area. Maybe they were neighbors?

“Oh, stop it, Chastity.” She shook her head and forced herself to focus on her computer. She pulled up her calendar to check her schedule for the day, then was distracted by the beep of a new email.

Chastity,

Come to my office. I’d like to speak to you.

M

Chastity gulped. Mr. Meyers was a man of few words, except in meetings, but the words he did say were typically impactful. The brusque tone of the message left no doubt that he meant immediately, and she pushed away from her desk. She stopped at the small mirror she had hung by the door and made sure the collar of her shirt covered the hickey, breathing slowly and trying to make the anxious flush fade from her cheeks.

After a moment of regarding herself in the mirror, she pulled her hair out of its ponytail and carefully arranged it around her shoulders as well.

There. He’ll have to be really looking to see it.

She blew out a breath, then scurried up the hall toward the VP’s office, her heart in her throat.

She stopped at his secretary’s desk, a perky-looking blonde who typed rapidly on the computer in front of her.

“Mr. Meyers asked me to come see him?” Chastity hated how her voice sounded, high and small like a scared little girl, but she couldn’t help it. She was nervous, damn it. What if the man could smell the residual hormones from her heat?

The girl eyed her for a moment before nodding once toward the closed office door. “Go on. He’s expecting you.”

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