He slaps my ass and keeps walking, gait determined, utterly unbothered.
It always looked hot when I saw women being carried off like this. No one ever mentioned the pressure on your belly and ribs, nor the unpleasant jostling and dizziness that comes from being upside down. “Where are you taking me? I need to report to the medical section!”
Another sharp spank lands. This one is firm enough to sting.
“Quiet, omega,” he drawls. “You know how these things go. Nobody’s going to need medical attention for at least twenty minutes.”
What is he planning to do with those twenty minutes? Actually, my body knows and is already responding in anticipation.
I try to peer around him—not easy, but I glimpse a line of ground-floor offices on the side of the warehouse.
He shoves straight into… an office full of monitors and personnel.
“Sorry,” he says, slamming the door shut behind us. I catch a glimpse of startled faces before it rattles into the jamb with a metallic thud.
He tries the next room, strides inside, slams the door shut behind us, and drops me to my feet without a word. He drops his helmet to the floor, snatches mine off, and lets it fall beside his. Then he yanks the zip down on my body armor and shoves it over my shoulders.
I’m not wearing a bra. My breasts spill free, and his eyes go straight there.
He groans. Two armor-clad hands come up to cup them together. “Fuck, these are pretty,” he purrs.
Any resistance I have melts under those earnest words. “What are you doing?” I whisper.
His grin is wide and predatory, and lights me up.
“Don’t think I can’t feel what’s building up inside you.” He closes one gloved hand around my throat and yanks me up against the wall of his chest.
My suit’s half down. My arms are pinned at my sides. I’m exposed, helpless, and burning. Then his mouth crashes onto mine, and I go up in flames.
The kiss is hot and hungry, all nipping teeth and tongues. One hand at the back of my neck holding me still, the other on my breast, squeezing it roughly. I had questions. I couldn’t tell you what a single one of them was right now. He’s going to fuck me. Right here, right now, in the middle of an operation, whenI should be in the medical tent, familiarizing myself with the team, and getting ready.
Instead, I’m half-undressed, pinned against him, and losing my mind.
He tears his lips from mine, breathing hard. “You are so damn beautiful,” he says.
The words disarm me. Completely.
We stare at each other for long, thick moments.
“I’m going to have to do you from behind,” he murmurs. “Don’t have time to take everything off right now.”
Before I can formulate a response, he spins me around and plasters me up against the door. Then he yanks my armor down over my ass, one of my hands coming free in the process.
“Um. What?” I gasp as he spears a thick, glove-covered finger into my core. I arch up onto my toes, dropping my forehead against the cold metallic door, panting like I’m deep into a training session, and dripping with need.
The stretch is delectable and sets sweet nerves the length of my channel sparking to life.
“What a filthy, naughty little omega,” he rumbles, fucking his finger into me, adding another one, making me whine in helpless pleasure as my body reaches for release. “Not got time for finesse. I need you too fucking much.”
Pleasure spikes through my core. His big body blankets mine, keeping me still as he thrusts his fingers in and out before they leave me altogether
He leans back a little, and I hear the faint clink as the clips on his armor give before his rich scent hits me like a blow to the head, sending me a little stupid.
He picks me up, his hands behind my knees, bending me nearly in two, and wedges me up against the door like that. It’s awkward, I’m all tangled up in my clothes and still trying to wriggle when he drops me until my pussy lodges over his cock.
A shot of lust lights up my core, so intense it borders on electricity.
He sinks me down as he thrusts up. A groan escapes my lips at the sudden savage penetration.
