I hate him for it.
I hate myself more for how my skin heats.
Being his fucking scent match wasneversupposed to happen.
“That’s enough of that,” I say, pressing my knees together as I sit there. When I glance over, something in his eyes flashes with greed.
“You will feel better with our scent stained in this room.” The words are so gentle, they almost don't fit him. “It’s one of the few things I can offer you right now that would actually help, especially with your transition.”
“What transition?”
“Off your suppressants. It could take a few months for the hormones to regulate.” He looks me over, like he’s actually taking in the small details. “You are restless in your sleep, constantly throwing off the blanket and then putting it back on. You’re dysregulating.”
I want to smack him for watching me so closely, but all I do is breathe heavier because that’sexactlywhat an alpha would do. “Am I going to be stuck in here forever?” I ask, not looking at him.
“No, Titanwillbe dealt with.” His hand moves to my thigh, gripping it. There’s so much pressure in it, and he’s barely put any effort in at all. “I will take care of all of it, Diana. Including you.”
He growls again as if to encourage me, and there’s a primal edge that comes to life in my body as I can feel his body vibrate. Is he seriously going to skip right to fucking? When I can feel slick start to leak out, I know I’m screwed. All he has to do is keep making that sound until my body starts to hurt, then I’ll be begging for it like when I was in heat.
“Move the chair,” he commands, and the omega heart of mine obeys before I have any chance to even process what he just said. I shift the chair so I face him more. He slides his rough hands up my legs, both of them rubbing my inner thigh as he spreads me.
There’s so much warmth flooding my body, a fluttery wave washing over my navel. He smells along my inner left thigh, slightly biting at my skin before pushing my dress back. He growls again, and there’s a little irritation in his eyes. I try to push my legs together out of instinct, but he holds them open as I feel more slick slide out.
“You won’t wear underwear while up here, do you understand?”
I don’t respond because I’m feeling guilty as hell just forenjoying this part of the interaction. He smirks, pulling it off of me and down to my ankles. He then holds it up, and the cotton is dark where my traitorous coochie would have been. “You try to hold your legs together, whilethisis what my growls do to you?”
I’m so flooded with anticipation, because the horny part of me is hoping to an embarrassing degree that he plans to shut up by making that mouth busy. No one ever fully warned me how dangerous an alpha could be to my sanity. Saying‘I’d lose all control’doesn’t quite hit home at the full body effect that Judge has right now.
He places the underwear on the tray. “That’s the last pair you’ll wear for a very long time,” he says. My lips part slightly, panting as I don’t know what to do. I know what Iwant, but I don’t have the excuse of my heat to hide behind, and in that, I still feel guilty for letting someone like him do these things to me.
He spreads my thighs again. “Lean back.” He then narrows his eyes for a moment. “Why is your skin raw?”
Oh. I forgot about that.
When I glance down and see those echo eyes bore into me with the ferocity of an alpha who would kill ten people and sleep without ever thinking about what he did, I realize if someone ever hurts me, they will die. And the horny omega in melovesthat.
“I was trying to scrub my body of your scent.”
The eyes soften, like he doesn’t, in fact, have to go kill someone. “Donotscrub my scent off while you’re here.”
God, he’s a fucking idiot. He gets pissed so easily, and then acts so patient in the same breath. “Whatever. Just do what you’re going to do.”
That seems to please him, and when he locks gaze with the betrayer between my thighs, he grins. I can barely feel his breath on my skin, and it actually turns me on. “You’re perfectly wetfor me, you know that? This wouldneverhappen with any other alpha. Your body knows it’s found where it belongs.”
I arch my hips, almost as if to tell him to put me out of this misery of waiting. He leans down, the tip of Judge’s nose disappearing against my pussy, his tongue flat against my clit. He rubs me with his tongue, and those hands slide up and around my hips,firmlyholding me there. My eyes close and roll, my head leaning back as my hands grip his hard shoulders for support. It feels so fucking good I can’t see straight, his scent and my scent coalescing into something hypnotic.
I whimper hard, squeezing my muscles to help coax my orgasm. That sensation of his wet, warm mouth against my skin is decadent, and I completely lose all sense of who I am as Judge thoroughly licks my pussy, my legs spread wide.
My body squirms as I reach for that orgasm, Judge’s hands holding me firmly in place. That effect only makes it easier as I start to whimper, breathing raggedly as high-pitched sounds escape. “Fuck.”
I can hear him breathing against my skin, and when he growls right into my clit I moan even louder, digging my fingers into his muscles. I come right on his face, sucking in sharp breaths as my body melts.
While I might be spent, the alpha has just gotten started. He keeps working until my clit is a bundle of overstimulated nerves, then he rises up, fisting the hair on the back of my head, and kisses my neckrightat my scent gland, his teeth grazing the skin. I know I’m utterly broken when my eyes roll with pleasure.
Judge doesn’t bite, though, and instead picks me up, and I grab on for balance until he’s lying me down on the bed. He undoes his belt, nostrils flaring as he looks me over, and I watch hypnotically as his veined hands and thick forearms work. It’s like I’m right back into my heat, and the undertone of my subconscious whispers because heismy scent match.
He rips his shirt off, the light helping me see where deep divots reflect intense wounds that have long since healed. There’s a thick chain around his neck, and I take in his tattoos for a fraction of a moment. There’s a skull on his heart, and a raven with open wings across his pectorals. That reminds me of the sigil branded on the back of Dominion’s vests.
