“That's exactly what asshole alphas say,” she bites.
“How about this?” I say as I step to the door and punch in the code to unlock it. The door swings open. I stand there, holding her gaze.
“Cuffs stay on, but I’ll gladly take you to the bathroom if you want to get cleaned up—”
I hold up my hand as she snarls at me, her thick, heady scent hitting me like a fog.
I grunt out a frustrated sound, but keep my gaze trailed on her. “I’ll wait outside, I promise.”
She looks at me and the open door, then away. She huffs out an annoyed sound.
“No.”
No? What the fuck is this omega’s problem?
“No to the bath or—”
“No. I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re an alpha. I can’t trust you.”
I growl in frustration and slam the cell, the door squawking on its hinges as it bounces closed then open. I don’t shut the door.
“Fine.” I cross my arms. “But the only person you have to blame for your discomfort is yourself.”
“Myself?” she bites, lunging forward. Within a flash, my back is slammed up against the cell wall, which startles the ever living fuck out of me.
She should not be able to move that fast, or–
I look down at her, her hand settled in the center of my chest. She’s pressed me against the fucking wall, and her grip, her touch is…
Strong.
Stronger than a five foot three omega should be.
My lips part and my eyes widen as her lips pull back, and she growls.
It’s not a pretty growl either, it’s low. Dark. Deep.
Threatening as all hell.
“You think you know me, alpha?”
“Emmett,” I snap. “The name’s Emmett. But you can call me Em for short.”
Her free hand finds my throat, and her gaze burns into mine. I could break her hold easily, if I wanted to, but…
I don’t want to, I realize. My cock strains against my tactical pants, and the heady whiff of lemongrass rolling off of her has my fucking mouth watering. I can already feel the beginnings of a knot forming. Fuck me…
“Emmett.” She growls my name in disdain. “You think you know anything about me? Aboutdiscomfort?” Her nostrils flare, and she snaps her teeth at me. “You don’t know the first thing about what true discomfort is.” Her fingers around my throat tighten, and my cock weeps with precum.
Fuck.
Am I…
Does this…
Yes, apparently getting choked by an angry little omega does turn me on. Who knew?
A low growl escapes my throat as I lean my neck forward. Her grip loosens only slightly.
