Not in the way a space clings to perfume or smoke, but the deeper kind of scenting.It’s in the sheets, in the walls, in my lungs, and under my damn skin.My omega’s slick, her fear, her want, it lingers, clings, and burrows into me until I can’t breathe without tasting her.
She lies on my bed like she’s been dropped into enemy territory, half-wrapped in the navy sheets made for a man like me.Dark, heavy, and functional.They swallow her up, making her look even smaller, softer.A little lamb in a wolf’s den.
Her chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, her skin flushed pink where my mouth and hands have already been.Her hair fans out against the pillow like a halo, though there’s nothing angelic about the way her thighs squeeze together beneath the fabric.
But my eyes don’t stay on her thighs, or the rise of her breasts.They lock on her throat.The bite mark I left earlier is still vivid, red and purple teeth-shaped bruises pressed into her delicate skin.Ugly.Temporary.Already healing.It makes my chest ache with something sharp and hot.
It’ll fade, and the thought is a fucking torment.Skin always heals.The bruise will yellow, the almost-punctures will close.And then she’ll walk around like it never happened.Like I never put my teeth against her flawless skin.Like she’s not mine.
My hand fists in the sheet so tight the fabric strains.My cock throbs with the urge to put her flat on her back and sink my teeth into her throat for real, to brand her permanently so that no one, not her mother, not that bastard who thought he could buy her, not anyone, will ever question who she belongs to.
I did my research while she slept and found out everything about the little omega.Evangeline.Poor little rich girl.Engaged to an Elite Alpha, a deal brokered by her mother to strengthen her political stance among the Elites.And the man her mother chose?A sadistic bastard who will revel in breaking my omega once he gets her alone.
I understand why she put herself up for auction.This is her only chance to escape.But now she has put herself in my sights.And I am not sure I can let her have the freedom she craves so badly.
Her eyes find me, wide and trembling, but she doesn’t pull away when I climb onto the bed.She never does, no matter how much she shakes.Her fear is a sweet spice in the air, but beneath it—always beneath it—there’s the slick, hot scent of her arousal.
I cage her in with my arms, my body blotting out the light.“You feel it too,” I rasp, my voice rough with the hunger clawing at me.My mouth hovers over the mark, lips grazing the bruised skin.“Don’t lie to me.Your body knows who you belong to.”
Her lips part, breath catching.“Zion...”
The sound of my name nearly breaks me.
I grind my cock against her belly, the thick length dragging across her soft skin through the sheet.She gasps, arching, and the fabric slips to fully bare her breasts.Round with tight little peaks that beg for my mouth.
I give in, sucking one into my mouth, hard enough to make her cry out.My teeth graze the hard little nipple before my tongue soothes it, then I bite again until she’s squirming under me.My hand slides between her thighs, spreading her slick, thrusting two fingers inside.
The heat nearly burns me.She clamps down, greedy, her cunt pulsing around my fingers like she’s trying to drag me deeper.
“God, you’re tight,” I growl against her breast.“Even after I fucked you like a beast, you’re still so fucking tight.You were made for me.You know that, don’t you?”
Her head shakes, eyes glassy.“I shouldn’t feel this way.”
I slam my fingers harder, curling them, making her back arch off the bed.She moans, broken, and grabs at my arm like I’m the only thing holding her to this world.
“But you do,” I snarl.I yank my fingers out and shove them between her lips.“Suck.”
Her eyes flutter, but she obeys without me using the Alpha inflection to force her.Her soft mouth closes around my fingers, tongue swirling, sucking hard like she’s trying to drink herself down.My cock jerks at the sight, at the wet sounds of her gagging softly around my fingers.
“Good girl,” I rasp, dragging my slick fingers free and smearing her spit and slick across her cheek.“Such a sweet little mouth.”
Stripping away the sheet, I spread her thighs wide and press the swollen head of my cock against her soaked entrance.Her body shudders, eyes locked on mine.
“You want me,” I growl.“Say it.”
Her lips tremble.“I ...I can’t...”
I thrust just the tip inside, stretching her, making her sob.My hands clamp down on her hips, holding her still as I grind deeper, inch by inch.She’s so damn tight, her body fighting and yielding at the same time.
“Say it,” I order, teeth gritted.“Tell me you want me, or I’ll keep you like this, stuffed full, begging for more, but never getting it.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders.“I want you,” she gasps, voice breaking.“Zion ...I need you.”
The words are gasoline on fire.I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt.Her scream tears through the room once more, raw and beautiful just like before.Her cunt clamps down on me like a vice, hot and wet and perfect, milking me with every twitch.
My lips crush against hers, swallowing her sobs as I rut into her, hard and brutal, the bed groaning under us.
“I’ll never stop,” I snarl, pulling back to bite her throat, leaving new bruises over the old mark.“I’ll fuck you until you’re swollen with me, until you can’t walk, until no one else can ever touch you without smelling me all over you.”
