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"Alright,Rebel," he says, his tone taunting. "Just remember that I'll be watching."
Then he disappears into the night, leaving me to deal with Zane Stone alone.
8
Kendra
Ididn'tplananyof this.
I'm an omega. I know that this is how alphas control people like me--with pheromones, with sex, by dominating us and holding us captive to our desire. Since I was old enough to have a heat, I've felt like I was hurtling inevitably toward a future I never wanted.
And then I met Zane Stone.
And he was kind and kept me away from him while I was in heat because he wanted to make sure it was whatI wanted.
There's something to be said for a man who gives you only what you want and doesn't care about his own desires...and I think his borderline rejection is what's convinced me this is all I care about.
Plus I don't think I'll be able to spend another second in the same room as him if he doesn't touch me.
His chest is just as broad and muscled as I hoped it would be, tensing under my touch as I slide my hands across his shirt. My palms drift over his pebbled nipples, and my breath hitches when I realize they're pierced.
His hands shoot up and grab my wrists, stopping me there.
"Tell me this isn't your heat," he growls. "Tell me this isn't your heat, and I'll make you come all night."
"It isn't my heat," I gasp. "I just...I like you."
He turns around and stands in one fluid motion, towering over me and taking my face in his hands. I'm sotinyin comparison to this huge alpha--Zane has at least a foot on me, probably more--and he backs me against the tattooing bench until the backs of my thighs bump into it.
His thumbs glide over my cheekbones.
"Fuck, Kendra," he groans, his voice harsh. "I tried so hard to resist you...I really did."
"Then stop resisting me," I say. "You have my permission."
He doesn't wait another second; he kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth as I sigh against his lips. I've only been kissed once by a boy in high school--before we all discovered our designations, before I lost my independence--and this is nothing like that. Zaneknowshow to kiss, sucking on my tongue, nibbling my bottom lip with sharp teeth.
"You taste incredible," he growls. "Can I touch you?"
"Please," I whisper.
His rough hands are on my hips now, and he slides them up over my ribs to palm my breasts through my bra. I want him touching me without them in the way, and I reach behind me to unclasp the bra. It comes off in his hands, and Zane tosses it away to roll my nipples between his fingertips.
"Tell me how you like to be touched, baby girl," he rumbles. "Where...and if you like it rough or gentle."
"Give it to me rough," I say, instantly knowing what I want when he's beentoo gentleso far.
He pinches my nipples hard and I arch my back, pushing my tits into his hands.
"Like that, yes, like that," I moan.
"Good," Zane growls. "You like me a little rough, baby?"
"I like youa lotrough," I gasp. "I want you...I want you to fuck me hard."
His hands slide down my ribs to my hips, and he spins me around to face the tattooing table. I lean over it and look back at him as he drags my pants down my thighs along with my underwear, leaving me completely naked and bent over for him. He'll see my untouched pussy for the first time; I want to see his reaction.
It doesn't disappoint; his eyes darken and he glances up at me. I think he's going to start right away, but when he runs a finger between the lips of my bare sex instead of diving in, I whimper in desperation.
