His teeth find my throat, biting hard enough to bruise, his growl vibrating against my skin.“Say it again.Say it louder.Let him hear.”
“Zion!”My voice breaks.“Please don’t stop, please!”
He groans, filthy and triumphant.His knot swells, pressing at my entrance, demanding to lock me down.My body clenches around him, begging for it, needing it.
Part of me is terrified.Terrified of wanting this, of becoming the omega my mother always warned me about, weak and ruined and nothing but property.
But another part, the louder part,accepts it.
I am that omega.I am his omega.And I don’t want to be anything else.
I sob, clutching at his shoulders, burying my face in his neck as I beg him.“Please knot me.Please claim me.Don’t ever let me go.”
He groans, low and guttural, and finally gives me what I beg for.His knot forces its way inside, stretching me wide, locking me to him.The scream that rips out of me is half-pain, half-pure relief.
The driver shifts in the front seat.I see the flicker of his eyes in the mirror.He’s watching.He knows.And instead of shame, I feel a wave of arousal so strong it nearly drowns me.
Zion feels it too.His lips curl in a savage grin as he whispers against my ear.“That’s my girl.So dirty, so desperate.Begging me to knot you in front of another man.You’re mine now.Mine forever.”
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, ripping through me, making me shake and cry his name until my voice is raw.His knot swells even tighter, locking us together as his release floods me, hot and endless, filling me until I can feel it leaking down my thighs.
His teeth sink in the skin of my neck, marking me as his irrevocably.I collapse against him, sobbing, shaking, clinging to the man who terrifies me, who ruins me, who owns me.
And for the first time, I don’t fight it.I accept it.
I am his omega.And I want it.
Chapter Nine
The Future I’ll Carve
Zion
The car ride is a blur of heat and filth and the sound of her begging.I keep her on my lap until we pull into the underground garage of my building, my knot still swollen inside her, her body trembling, clinging, leaking with my claim.By the time the driver parks, she’s half-asleep against my chest, exhausted and marked and finally mine.
But it isn’t until I carry her through the heavy steel doors of my home that the truth slams into me.
