I gasp. Another climax tears through me as if the other one has let me go. A sob bubbles up. My body is nothing but a writhing mass of unsustainable pleasure.
He palms my throat and kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping inside, tasting me.
It’s the first time he’s kissed my mouth, and the sense of intimacy is profound. I can’t take any more. Yet I can’t stop this either. My stomach aches from clenching. Sweat bathes my body. A carnal storm is chewing me up, tossing me about, and I don’t know which way is up or down.
His lips move to my throat. His teeth nip. I want him to bite harder, to mark and even though I’m not in heat it wouldn’t do a damn thing.
My wrists jerk against the restraints.
“Hush.” His hand encloses my trapped wrists, and that centers me even as it sparks a fresh wave of pleasure.
My thighs squeeze around his waist as my pussy tumbles once more into a savage climax that pushes a cry from my lips. “When does it stop?” I gasp.
His chuckle, low and husky, is breathed against the side of my throat. “How the fuck would I know? It’s never happened to me before.”
I don’t have time to process that little bomb before another climax tears from me, my overstimulated body reaches a tipping point, and my mind shuts down again.
When I come to, he’s on his back. My wrists have been released, and I’m sprawled over the top of him. Something huge is plugging me inside, and the awareness of fullness kicks off another spasm in my womb. My thighs squeeze around his thick body, and my pussy grips.
“Stop clenching, for fuck’s sake,” he grumbles. “It’s never going to go down if you keep squeezing the shit out of it.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Just relax.”
“Relax? I have a cock and knot wedged inside me!”
He chuckles.
I’m utterly boneless. Except for there, where I’m pulsing, throbbing in a way that feels like I’m teetering constantly on the verge of another climax. He cups my ass and squeezes lightly.
I clench over his arresting hardness.
He groans.
Chapter Four
Zeb
One week earlier…
Victor Brach is every inch an imposing alpha in a tailored suit that does nothing to hide the power of his build. There’s a little gray creeping into his temples that lends to his air of authority and influence, all backed up by the kind of substantial political leverage that comes from sitting on the Empire’s ruling council.
His daughter, Lillian Brach, is just as famous in her own way. Mated to two alphas, which is rare enough to be considered scandalous within Chimera’s ruling elite. Now heavily pregnant, she still holds a seat on the board of the viral program. While she’s not involved in the day-to-day running, her voice carries weight. Such influence is unheard of for an omega.
The world is shifting. Power bases are cracking. The Uncorrupted still have their claws in deep, but… maybe it’s time for change.
Not that it matters in the here and now. I’m a weapon, a specialist. My skill set is near one-of-a-kind, which is why the government, and Victor Brach in particular, keep dragging me in.
Woodrow Brock oversees most of the undercover operations, reporting to Victor through unofficial channels. Usually, Woodrow briefs me on a mission. Today, it’s Victor on his own. And in his personal office, too.
Which is interesting…
His office is exactly as you might expect. A palatial setting with classical art lining the walls, all perfectly placed. His seat is a wingback chair that I fully expect to be genuine leather. The windows are floor-to-ceiling glass, offering an unbroken view of Chimera’s government district.
Like a king surveying his domain.
And to be honest, he probably owns half of it.
