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Trent groaned as he stroked his cock. He’d heard Alison moan when he’d shut her door. He’d breathed in her delicious scent, knew she’d been drenched when he’d put that collar on her.
It had been years since he’d collared a woman, and he’d forgotten how damn pleasing it was to do.
And he wasn’t made of stone, damn it, which left him in the shower, his hand around his dick, his other arm against the wall, the water streaming over him.
That omega is a menace.Something about her strange dichotomy got him. She was tough as nails, had gone head to head with him that first night, but then she’d turned naive and innocent a heartbeat later. It wasn’t fair, damn it. No one could resist that.
And he didn’thaveto resist in his own head. He pictured holding that collar as he fucked her from behind. He pictured putting clips on her nipples, blowing cool air over the peaked tips.
“Fuck,” he growled out, moving his hand faster.
When he came, it was with something far too close to a roar for his comfort. He was left panting and tired and far too fucking confused about what had come over him.
He hadn’t ever wanted a female like this. Why was it the one female he couldn’t possibly have?
How the hell was he supposed to act like her Dom, train her, treat her like a slave while also keeping her at a distance? He tried to picture running his hands alongher skin, teaching her what positions to stand in, how to kneel and not giving in to even the slightest kiss.
Impossible.
And yet he had to find the strength. He had to build up his defenses to her charms because he had a job to do. He couldn’t ignore what needed to happen for what he wanted.
He’d given up so much before to do what was right, and he’d give up what he wanted this time, too.
He had to.
Chapter Six
Kyle always woke first, something he’d grown used to. Daniel didn’t sleep in, but he preferred to take a long shower, to go through an entire routine to get his day started right.
Kyle’s morning needed a big cup of coffee. Nothing much mattered before that.
He all but stumbled into the kitchen, half-awake, expecting to find the room empty.
Instead, he nearly ran into Alison, who stood there staring at the fridge.
He stopped short, just before actually touching her, his brain catching up despite his lack of caffeine. It seemed like spotting her was as good as a coffee for waking him up.
The black collar stood out at her throat, and he admitted…it had been the right choice. It looked marvelous against her light skin, sitting right at the level where her hair fell.
Then he got a better look at her. She wasn’t moving, seemingly frozen in her spot. Whatever ran through her head showed on her face, and it was nothing good. She wrung her hands together, the action making the metal loops of the cuffs clink together.
What’s got her so nervous?
“Hey there, sugar. You okay?”
She blinked slowly, as though waking up. Still, when she spoke, her voice seemed quiet and distant. “I didn’t know if I was supposed to…”
He frowned, trying to work through what she didn’t really say. Finally, it hit him. He slid around her to put himself between her and the fridge.
She lifted her gaze to his, the immediate response more pleasing than it probably should have been.
“You worried about what we expect from you?”
She nodded.
Kyle backed her up a few steps before he grasped her around the waist and lifted her.
