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My skin sensitizes as my insides pulse, the inferno growing within my abdomen leaping higher as he peers into my soul. Even though he’s sitting and I’m standing, our eyes are almost at the same height.

He slides his unoccupied hand down his chest, trailing his fingertips through the thick hair and skimming over his abdominals before gripping his hard cock. Saliva floods my mouth as he strokes a pearl of fluid from the tip.

With a luscious purr and surprising gentleness, he guides me to kneel between his legs. Up close, his cock seems too big to be real—too thick to fit into my mouth, much less my throat like he threatened—and the knot near the base of his shaft balloons impossibly wider. His bulbous tip bobs near my lips with an angry red tint around the flange.

I flit frantic eyes around the room, searching for an escape, but he demands my attention with a snarl.

“Open your mouth, little omega, and I’ll make you enjoy this almost as much as I will. Or fight me, if you prefer. I’ll enjoy that, too.”

With tears stuffing my head full of cotton and mixed emotions filling me with confusion, I open my mouth as he guides my head toward his tip.

The moment his essence hits my taste buds, lava erupts in my belly. Tears create salty trails down my face as sensual hunger urges me to explore his silky flesh with my tongue.

My body betrays me. A flash of clarity nearly sends me collapsing to the floor, but Hoss’ fingers draw circles on my scalp and nape, luring me closer to my demise.

This alpha hasn’t torn my body to shreds, but he’s turned it against me. The dichotomy of his authority and care has awakened the very core of my omega self, ripping apart every inch of my defenses.

I wanted to hate the alpha who forced me underneath him, but he refuses to let me.

He’s worse than my worst nightmare, but I can’t scream and run away.

I want more of him. I wantallof him.

I want him to be mine.

Only mine.

Chapter 6

Hoss

Her soft lips and hesitant tongue almost obliterate my self-control. I grit my teeth and gentle my hands, forcing her to relax. She makes a small sound of alarm as she leans forward, and my thigh muscles bunch as her mouth vibrates around my tip. Lust pounds through me, but I let her explore at her own pace, pouring my delight into my purr instead of thrusting my cock deep into her throat. I hiss when her teeth scrape my flange. She tries to pull away, but I tighten my grip in her hair and rumble a soothing note.

With tears and cum matting her lashes, she peers up at me in fear. I deepen my purr and draw tiny circles on her scalp, letting her know I see her effort.

She blinks, settles her palms on my thighs, and relaxes her shoulders.

Her tongue glides over my slit.

I lose it.

My release bursts free of my balls and spurts from me, hitting her tonsils and making her gag.

I encompass the back of her head with my hand, forcing her lips to remain wrapped around my cock and making her choose to either swallow or choke.

Her high, feminine purr nearly clips my tethers, the sweet sound completely unexpected. I push her head down until the tightness of her throat presses against my tip. She swallows and digs her nails into my thighs while humming her delight. The vibration is too much.

I pull her head up so her lips stretch around my flange and bask in the unfocused expression on her face as I wipe her tears with my thumbs.

“Breathe while you can.”

Her nostrils flare and her beautiful eyes widen, her pupils threatening to erase the last rim of light green even as she swallows more of my essence.

I wait until her third inhale before I push her down.

Her throat nearly kills me. Nothing has ever squeezed me so tightly or been so hot and wet. Nothing has stretched and flexed and begged for more while trying to escape my firm grasp. Two pumps later, I leave her throat and suck down ragged breaths while she does the same, my tip leaking onto her tongue.

On her second exhale, I invade her throat, my knot expanding and shaft jerking as wave after wave of lava spurts from my tip. Her frantic pushing against my thighs doesn’t register until after my release ebbs. I yank her head up and frame her face with my palms.

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