He laughs. “Omegas are like holding a handful of water in a desert, little one. People will take them quietly so no one notices. But you’re safe with me in here. Dominion is outside, guarding us. You need to fear nothing.”
My breathing quickens, a slight sweat forming at my roots. I clamp my hand over my stomach, backing up again until I’m against a wall. It’s as if I’ve been struck with a fever. “This place smells awful.”
“You need a nest.”
“I need ashower.”
He hesitates, like he didn’t expect that. “A shower?”
“I always take one while in heat and with extra suppressants and eucalyptus oil. Extra smelly,” I say through a pant, waving my hand.
“There’s a shower around that corner.” He motions behindme, only to pinch the suppressants between his fingers and head to the kitchen. “I don’t have your oil, though. Or suppressants.” He drops them down the sink, and I bolt for the front door, hitting that button like my life depends on it.
Nothing happens. The door doesn’t budge.
“Andyou?” I ask, frantic. I’m so close to losingallcontrol. “You better stay away from the shower.”
I turn around to see there’s more hunger and amusement in his eyes now. “I’ll be here rutting until you’re begging for atruealpha to take care of you. Which I will then happily oblige.”
I near him like I’m going to scold him, but I genuinely can’t see straight with the way I ache. I lunge at him, my hands smacking against his chest, trying to shove him away, claw at him—anything. But contact is the worst thing I could’ve done. The moment my skin touches his through that thin layer of fabric, heat sears through me like wildfire licking the edges of a dry forest. My breath stutters. I recoil fast, like he’s covered in spider webs, and stagger back, panting, disgusted with how my body flares up.
He laughs more. “Touchy.” Then, as if we’re not in the middle of this unbearable standoff, he shrugs out of his jacket so he can remove his fucking shirt. His body flexes as he does, and I almost hate how easily he commands the room without lifting a finger. He’s covered in tattoos, and for some reason, Ilikeit.
“Keep your clothes on.” I move to what seems to be the bathroom, relieved when I spot a shower, turning on the light in the room. But it’s all wrong. The thought of being in here is unbearable when there’s a rutting cock behind me, ready to knot me through this heat.
When I glance back over, he’s leaning back in his chair, arms stretching across the sides like a damn throne. “Go ahead, Diana. Wash off the stench of Trinity.” His voice darkens, laced with something far more primal. “So I can properly smother you inmine.”
And then I smell it.
Oh god.
He really is rutting.
“No,” I whisper, horrified. “No, no, no.”
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, voice a dark velvet. “I won’t touch you. Not until you’re on your knees, whimpering for me.”
A sharp cramp twists in my gut, and I fold slightly. My clit throbs in protest. It’s like his scent is making it all worse. I nearly bolt for the shower, but then I’d have to undress. “Don’t you havethingsto tend to?” I ask, knowing I’m on the edge.
He watches, utterly calm. “You feel it, don’t you?” he says softly, as if talking to a scared animal. “I am, right now. Tending to your omega needs. Tomyomega’s needs.”
“I don’t want this!” I shout, but even to me, it sounds weak. My voice cracks under the weight of whatever this heat is becoming.
“I said yourneeds, not your wants,” he asserts. “You’re going to enter estrus, Diana. You can’t stop it. Not even a shot of suppressants will make it stop. You tried to outrun your nature, and now it’s coming for you.”
“Then find a female Beta,” I growl through clenched teeth, aware that for a brief moment, that almost summoned him to fury. “A pack nurse. Hell, chain me in a damn closet. There are toys. I know there are toys.”
“If anyone touches you now, Diana,” he murmurs, voice dangerously low, like he’s controlling himself formysake, “I will kill them and then fuck you over their corpse to remind you toneversuggest that again. And I admit, against my own ego, that I would tear any toy from your cunt myself.”
My knees are so weak I almost collapse, pain blooming in my abdomen. Another cramp. Sharper. He’s a fucking psycho, but my bodylovesthe way he’s promising to shroud me in that alpha dominance. My glare lands on him as he casually strokes the bulge in his pants. He grins. “I bet if my cock slid rightthrough your thighs, it would find a soaked pussy ready for it.”
The cramping increases, and I throw him a look that makes him stroke his cock harder, flexing the muscles in his forearms. He’s so stupid sitting there, making me cramp by myself.
I’m losing control.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I mutter, my head starting to spin.
He starts to purr, and it’s like rewriting my brain chemistry. “You need analpha.”
