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"I hate these kinds of storms." My voice cracked, and I flinched hard as the sky boomed again.
"It's okay, omega." His deep tone sent heat spooling down my body. He turned me around, molding me to his side and cradling my face to rest against his firm pec. "I'm right here."
I should have pushed him away, but I couldn't. I was so stupid and reckless, and I wasn't ashamed to want more. My wolf needed him. I needed him.
Feeling a little brave, I brushed my fingertips over his chest, caressing the groves and dips of his pressed muscles. A soft growl pushed from his throat, and fire bloomed deep in the pit of my belly.
"Mina," he growled my name in the dark. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I whispered, continuing down his stomach and past the soft skin beneath his belly button. A trail of coarse blond hair led me to his belt buckle. His abs tightened, and he held his breath, waiting for what I'd do next. I swallowed hard, my clit pulsing in time with my heart. Was I really doing this? Was I this kind of omega?
Fuck it.
I was done being coy.
I flattened my hand over his flat stomach, then pushed the tips of my fingers just inside his waistband. The sky flashed, and the air crackled once again. I gasped, the sound more sultry than I intended. In one fierce movement, Ivor rolled me onto my back and pinned my hands over my head.
"Is this what you want?" he snarled, his grip on my wrists tightening. "Do you want me to hurt you? Take you? Fuck you?" He sounded so angry, but it only turned me on more.
Slick gathered between my thighs, his masculine scent making me dizzy and breathless. Unable to find my words, I tried to shake my head, but the urge to nod won me over, resulting in an awkward circular motion.
His dark eyes narrowed, and his grip tightened on my wrists. "Answer me," he snarled.
"A-alpha," I gasped, tipping my head up to expose the long column of my throat—silently begging him to scent me.
His eyes dropped to my neck, and he licked his lips. But he didn't move to touch me. He just stared, his eyes phasing between soft brown and violent crimson. He was clearly fighting his beast for control.
And it enraged me.
Ivor was mine. He wanted me, and I wanted him. We were meant to be, and my wolf wouldn't rest until we were bound and mated. Alpha's were considered by most to be the more possessive and unhinged wolves, but it was a determined omega that was the true beast.
"Fuck, you look so soft," he said, staring at my neck as if in a trance.
"I am soft," I whispered, looking deep into his eyes. Tempting him. "Feel me."
His fangs pushed into sharp points, and my wolf purred. A good omega would have screamed and cried, begging him to stop to preserve my honor, but instead, I lifted my hips, wanting to feel his thick member against my core.
Moving slowly, Ivor leaned down, running his nose over the edge of my jaw.
Brushing his lips over my chin.
Bumping his nose gently against mine.
Then he kissed me.
It was so soft and sweet, but his grip on my wrists was almost painfully tight. It was as if he teetered on that delicate edge of man and beast, and I wanted nothing more than for his wolf to push him over the edge, forcing him to stake his claim.
"Open for me, omega," he growled against my mouth.
I parted my lips, and his warm tongue slipped inside. His kiss was otherworldly. It felt as if he was worshiping me, owning me, consuming me.
Gripping my chin, he tilted my head, allowing him deeper entry. The tip of my tongue grazed his pointed fang, and he growled deep into my mouth. The sound was quickly followed by his hand roaming the length of my body. From my knee, up the side of my thigh, over my hip, then he squeezed my breast.
I had been kissed before. I had even been fondled a few times by a charming beta behind the temple rectory, but the way Ivor plucked at my nipple through my dress was entirely new. A jolt of electricity shot through me with each pinch, racing straight to my engorged clit. Slick soaked my panties as I writhed and moaned into his mouth, then he pulled back.
Perched above me, Ivor looked downright feral. His long hair hung into his red glowing eyes, and a flash of lightning illuminated his pointed teeth.
He growled my name, his wolf distorting his voice. Instead of shrinking away and begging to be freed, I arched my back, wanting him closer.
