Her eyes flash, but instead of stopping, she doubles her efforts, taking me deeper until I feel the back of her throat. My shadows pulse and writhe around us, responding to overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck," I hiss as she grazes her teeth lightly along my length—a dangerous reminder that she could hurt me if she chose. The threat only heightens my arousal.
I watch as her lips stretch around me, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. One hand grips the base of my shaft while the other cups my balls, squeezing just enough to border between pleasure and pain.
The bond pulses with her unwilling arousal—she's getting wet from this. My shadows respond, slipping beneath her dress to find dampened undergarments soaked through. She moans around my cock as shadowy tendrils stroke her through the fabric.
"Look at you," I growl, thrusting gently into her mouth. "So wet for me while you take my cock down your throat. What would your precious Order think? What would Asher think, seeing you on your knees, servicing the Alpha who killed him?"
Without warning, I pull out completely and haul her to her feet. I spin her around and bend her over my desk, shoving up her dress to expose her ass, barely covered by silk underwear soaked through—so much it's coating her thighs.
"Is this how he took you?" I demand, tearing the fabric aside. "From behind like an Omega in heat?" I press the head of my cock against her entrance without penetrating. "Did he knot you? Did your Omega scream for his bite while he claimed you?"
"Fuck you," she gasps, but her hips push back desperately.
My shadow tendrils spread her thighs wider as I press just the tip inside. One tendril wraps around her throat—not choking, but covering her scent gland, protecting it from my fangs because I don't trust myself not to bite. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me inside you."
"No," she refuses, though her body shakes with need.
I withdraw completely, replacing my cock with shadowy fingers that stroke her clit while she writhes. "Admit it, Seraphina . Your Omega knows what your mind refuses to accept. You were made for this. For me."
She bites back a moan as my shadows work her sensitive flesh, dipping just inside before retreating. "I—I hate you."
"That wasn't the question." I position myself again, my cock parting her folds without entering. "Say the words or I walk away right now, leaving you empty and aching."
Her body trembles. The bond pulses with her internal struggle.
"Say it," I insist, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangles in her hair, pulling her head back. "Tell me what your Omega needs."
"I want you," she finally whispers.
"Louder." I push just the tip inside. "Let me hear you admit it."
"I want you!" she cries. "I want you inside me, damn you! I want my Alpha!"
The last words slip out involuntarily—pure Omega instinct.
I slam into her with one powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt. We both cry out—she feels like silk and fire, her body clenching around me like she was made for me.
"This is mine," I growl, setting a punishing pace as I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks. The slap of flesh against flesh fills the room, punctuated by her moans and my harsh breathing. "Your Omega cunt was made for your Alpha's cock."
She gasps and moans beneath me, her body responding with pure submission even as her mind still fights.
My fangs press against the shadow tendril protecting her throat. Every thrust makes me want to bite, to claim, to mark her as mine forever. The urge is overwhelming.
I'm so close to biting.
And that's when it happens.
Her heat-scent floods my senses, her body arching beneath me in desperate invitation. Her scent gland pulses against my lips, swollen and ready, begging for the bite that would trigger her full heat and complete our bond. Every instinct screams at me to sink my fangs in, to claim her, to?—
But something else surfaces. A memory. A different scent. A different Omega beneath me, two hundred years ago, begging for my bite with the same desperate need.
My fangs are at Seraphnia’s throat, the shadow tendril dissolved in my distraction, ready to claim?—
"Julia," I whisper, the forbidden name torn from my lips before I can stop it, pulled from some wounded place I thought had died long ago with memories that should have stayed buried.
Seraphina freezes beneath me instantly. My mind clears like ice water thrown over a flame, horror washing through me as I realize what I've done—what name I've spoken for the first time in two centuries while buried inside the wrong woman.
