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One hand moved from my hips to my throat. Using his grip on my neck, he pulled me until my back was flush to his front, and then he kept tilting my head backward so that my neck was stretch and exposed, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
I’d never be able to explain the multitude of emotions running through them as he stared at me. They flashed so quickly across his face, I was unable to settle on just one. Wanting to comfort him, I reached behind me to touch his cheek. Something dangerous flashed across his face, and then he was pushing into me without hesitation.
The hand around my neck tightened to the point that it was getting uncomfortable to breathe. I wasn’t losing air yet, but if he kept squeezing, it would happen.
I couldn’t focus on that, though, because without giving me time to adjust, Emerson was pulling almost all of the way out and then slamming back in.
I cried out, my Adam’s apple jerking underneath his hand. My hips slammed into the desk, and I was sure I’d have bruises tomorrow.
The alpha let go of my neck only to use my hair to slam me back down. My hands were just fast enough to protect my face from connecting with the desk. He gripped my hips again, his nails drawing blood as he dug into my skin. He once again pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt.
Since I was an omega, I didn’t really need prep or stretching. The healthy dose of slick that leaked down my thighs proved I had no need for it. I was designed to take alphas. That was the biological purpose of my body. That was doubly true for Emerson since I was made just for him.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t completely overwhelmed and a little unprepared for how quickly my mate entered me. I was still a virgin when I walked in here, and my body was scrambling to adjust and figure out what the much thicker than fingers intrusion was.
Emerson wasn’t giving me time to adjust though. His pace was brutal as his hips pounded into my ass, the sound of flesh slapping flesh reverberating through the room.
All I could focus on was trying to find a way to stay on the desk without my body scraping up and down over it. I was on my tiptoes now, which helped, but not enough. Somehow, I was hard again though. So even if my brain was taking a while to catch up, my body wasn’t.
“I know what you’re—ugh, oh my gods—doing.”
Emerson froze, buried inside me. Then, with a low growl, he bent over, once again pressing all of his body weight against me. His forearms landed on either side of my head, caging me in. Goose pimples spread across my body as I felt just the tip of his sharp tooth graze across my ear.
“And what am I doing?”
His hips started moving again. The strokes weren’t as long, now short and efficient, but just as brutal. He pressed down even farther, crushing me into the desk and making it hard to breathe.
More slick leaked out as I moaned. I couldn’t fully pull in a breath and yet, I was hornier than ever. How could he not see I was meant for him?
I managed to pull in enough air to speak. “You’re trying to scare me away. It’s not working.”
One second, I was pressed against the desk, and the next, I was on my back on the floor. Emerson, who had his pants around his ankles, his suit jacket in a pile on the floor, and his dress shirt half undone, was on top of me before I could process what was happening. My legs were folded in half, my feet near my face. His mouth attacked mine as he pushed back in.
I gasped into his kiss. Though, I wasn’t sure if kiss was the right word. Attack was much more accurate. He bit my lip hard enough to puncture it. I was losing track of how many little cuts and bites I had that were likely bleeding.
Emerson looked unfocused as he licked across the wound, catching my blood on his tongue while still pounding into me at a brutal pace. Goddess, why was that so hot? My cock twitched and leaked freely. I tried to make a reach for it, though there was no room for me to sneak my hand in with the way our bodies were.
“Alpha! Emerson! Please.”
He looked down to see what I was doing. Instead of adjusting so I could reach myself, my mate snarled. One hand pulled my hair painfully, while the other slapped my face. It wasn’t hard. Compared to everything else, it didn’t even hurt. But it was so unexpected that I still gasped. The tingle spread in my face, and it was clear there was no denying I liked pain. I kept eye contact, daring him to do it again.
“I don’t think so, minx. You came untouched before. If I’m so right for you, then you can do it again.”
My eyes nearly crossed at the nonlogic, but I was so freaking close already that maybe it wasn’t as nonsensical as I thought.
“Gods, minx. What are you doing to me? It’s like you put me under a spell.”
“Not me,” I breathed out, words becoming harder and harder. “Fate.”
It was the wrong thing to say. I could tell the minute his expression hardened. I opened my mouth to apologize but held it back. No, I wasn’t wrong. He could choose to be stubborn or deny it or whatever he was doing, but it didn't change anything. I wasn’t going to deny it, no matter how much it ended up hurting me in the end.
Emerson pulled out.
“No! Emerson, please!”
He didn’t withdraw though. Instead, he knee-walked over my body and sat so he was resting against my chest. “You need something to keep you quiet. Maybe knotting your mouth will do the trick.”
I barely got to panic before his cock, that was just in my ass seconds before by the way, was pushing past my lips and into my mouth.
