I guide him until we’re standing face to face.
My fingers are shaking as they dance over the bloodied, wet fabric of his uniform, tracing the shape of his shoulders and then down to his upper arms.
“Let’s get these dirty clothes off you. That’ll make you feel better.”
For practical reasons, of course. I imagine the scent of blood is a trigger factor. Not because I want to see more of his body. Nope.
I tug on his torn shirt, fingering the buttons questioningly.
The Alpha lets out a snarl that sounds less like a warning and more like encouragement. The twitching of his skin lessens, but his breathing doesn’t slow.
Instead, it hitches as he sucks in a deep lungful of my scent. I wonder what I smell like to him.
“Omega,” he repeats, and it sends a sharp twinge straight to my clit.
As I pop the first few buttons open, I bite my lower lip at the sight of his chiseled pecs. My mind unhelpfully provides visions of fisting the dark dusting of curled hair on his chest as I ride him furiously. I shake my head to dispel the image and continue to help him undress. I’m not a blushing virgin, but neither have I been so close to an Alpha.
Everything they said is true. I’m drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Everything about him attracts me. It’s like eating salad your whole life and then being given a hamburger. I want to gorge myself.
As his layers come off and are tossed into the medical waste bin, his scent shifts. It becomes rich and heady. It’s amazing. Hints of gunpowder and roses. The best thing I’ve ever smelled. It’s so delicious that my mouth waters.
I can’t stop touching him. His skin is fever hot beneath my fingertips, his muscles rippling.
“You’re safe,” I whisper, speaking to both of us.
He stands before me in his tight underwear, and I avert my eyes from the bulge between his thighs, but I’m painfully aware of it. The salty scent of pre-come makes my mouth fill with saliva, and I swallow in earnest. My panties dampen, responding eagerly.
He huffs in approval and hunches down, his nose bumping my cheek. I nuzzle back into him. It feels so right.
Finally, my instincts whisper.
The Alpha groans, a desperate, yearning sound that I answer with a needy moan of my own.
In a flash, he lifts me up, spins, and pins me to the door. My breath leaves me on the impact, and my thighs wrap around his hips on instinct, clinging to his hulking frame as he presses our bodies together.
His chest rumbles and his fingers dig into my ass.
Alpha is touching me,my inner Omega crows with delight.
How many nights have I dreamed of being swept into the arms of an Alpha? Countless. None of them compare to the reality.
Fear and anticipation threaten to overwhelm me, and my hands scramble to hold on to his broad shoulders. There is so much strength in his grip, and it’s thrilling. It makes my skin tingle and my core throb with need.
Before I can say a word, he rolls his hips, and my mouth falls open in shock.
I can feel the shape of his enormous cock. He’s long and thick and hard. So hard. Worlds apart from the Beta appendages I’m used to.
I whimper, writhing against the door as a deep yearning grips my chest.
“Alpha, please,” I beg, unsure of what I’m asking for.
The Alpha rumbles in approval, his nose brushing across the curve of my neck. I tilt my head back, exposing my throat in surrender. He could tear me apart if he wanted to.
I don’t fear that he will. I don’t know why, because he’s still not in control of himself. He’s ruled by instincts and they’re telling him to rut the unmated Omega under his hot hands.
His lips trace over the pulse point at my neck, and my heart flutters in excitement. The tip of his tongue traces across my skin, followed by a curious nip, and I wonder if he’ll bite me.
I feel like I’m floating in a pool of my own pheromones. Unable and unwilling to care about consequences. All I know is I want him to take me in every way possible.
