Noelle was different somehow.She truly seemed to not understand how she had found herself in such a predicament.Leaning back in the chair, I rub my cock through the fabric and close my eyes, and I try so hard to remember her scent.
Peppermint.There was certainly that hint of holiday herb.So like her name.It’s as if she were created specifically for Christmas.
My balls draw up as arousal and need coat my insides.At this rate, I won’t make it to the rut clinic.Even now, as I stare at the clock, it seems so fucking far away.I should have just taken the day off, but no.I thought I could get some work done.
Foolishness.
Striding over to the door, I poke my head outside to see the receptionist sitting at her desk reading some naughty romance novel.As I clear my throat, she jumps and tucks it away, but not before I see the title—The Dominating Captain’s Knotty Omegaby Lady Bramblebottom.
The honeyed scent of her arousal spikes with a bite of acrid fear, drawing a chuckle from deep in my chest.“I don’t care that you read smut in between calls,” I laugh.“Everyone ought to have a hobby.”Unfortunately, the hobby I long to acquire is seeing just how hard I can make Miss Hayes cry at my punishing hand.“I have a last-minute meeting I have to take.Hold all calls and appointments until I tell you otherwise.”
“Y- yes, Mr.Locke.S- sorry.”
Her face turns a deep crimson as she continues to hide the worn, dog-eared book further into her desk, where I can no longer look upon the offending bit of fiction.
“No need to be sorry.I’ve indulged in a novel a time or two.”
For a moment, her eyes brighten as she gives me a smile.Poor girl misunderstands.
“Granted,” I continue.“The person on the front was fully clothed, and it was a political thriller instead of a historical romance.”
And just like that, her shoulders slump forward, but what did she expect?Was she thinking I’d suddenly wax poetic about Captain Tightpants as he walks about his ship, pelvis permanently thrust forward so any wayward lass can see his outrageous package?As much as I want to tease her a bit further, I, unfortunately, have a far more instant… package… that needs attending to.
Sliding back into my office, I make sure to lock the door behind me.No sense inviting trouble.My cock is rock hard and leaking precum by the time I get back to my chair.
Light hazel eyes, greenish in some lights and brown in others, haunt me as I stare out the window to look at the bustling crowds below.I’m high enough that no one can really see me, and even if they tried, the window tint would prevent them from watching as I unbutton my slacks and slide down the zipper.
Pain and relief sizzle down my throat as I pull my erection from my pants and idly stroke it.Soon, I’ll be knot deep inside a willing omega who can possibly drive this specter from my mind.Granted, if that were the case, I wouldn’t have asked for someone with golden blonde hair and hazel eyes.Such a combination is common enough, but it’s dangerous to pair that with a set of spread legs as I purge my thoughts onto a contrived doppelgänger.
It’s a business transaction, nothing more.Dollars and cents.Just the melding of two bodies that have needs to be met.Clinical.The obvious choice for an Alpha about to crack.
Gritting my teeth, I take my cock in my hand and stroke, moving my fist up and down as I continue to stare down at the sidewalk.She was just there yesterday.She walked away from me, hurrying back home to her misery.I could have stopped her.Should have stopped her.But what could I have said or done?Truly?
Could I have made an arrangement with her?Submit to me and I’ll take care of you financially?Could I have offered to give her salvation at the end of my cock, payment for every sigh, every gasp, every fevered moan?Fuck.Could I have truly bound her to me and taken ownership of her?All of her?
My balls clench as images flow through my mind unbidden—those tear-stained eyes, the desperation coming off of her in an almost visible shimmer, her lips parted as she begs me to help her.Oh, how I almost dragged her to the floor and told her in clipped, short, punctuated detail just what she could give me in exchange for wiping out her debt.And I could do it too.Such paltry sums are nothing for a man like me.
A soft groan rips from my lips as I grip the base, holding my hand wrapped around it for a brief moment so I can just breathe.It’s bad enough that her scent still plagues me with every deep inhale.It’s as if she’s kneeling before me, lips parted as she anxiously awaits my cum down her pretty little throat.
Standing, I rest my free arm against the glass as I set my forehead against the cool pane.It does nothing to stop the feverish need threatening to overtake me.I can’t go into a rut.Not here.Not now.
It’s bad enough the secretary’s scent still seeps under the door, almost as if it taunts me to rip the wood from its hinges and take her as a sacrifice to my hunger, my abject need.But she’s not the one I want.Hell.Neither is the stranger lined up for me at the rut clinic.She’s a means to an end.Nothing more.
Hopefully, once I can purge myself of these thoughts, I can carry on like a rational Alpha, an Alpha rooted in numbers and sequences—detached, cool, aloof, the Alpha I was before little miss Noelle Hayes stormed into my office.Clenching my raised hand into a fist, I force my eyes to soften, blurring the scene below me as I continue to glide my hand over my cock, forcing myself to get off so I can put this inconvenient need behind me and return to work.
Ugh.It was so much easier when I was a horny teenager.All I had to do was think of a pretty girl in a short skirt and I’d embarrass myself.Now, things are a lot more nuance.It’s not enough for her to have a short, pretty skirt.Now, it needs to be slipped over her ass while she wears the red marks of my hand over her skin.
How would Miss Hayes look with a reddened ass and tear-swollen eyes?
With that thought, everything clenches as relief flows through my veins.Reaching behind me, I manage to grab a wad of tissues and hold it to my tip as my knot swells and cum leaks out.A ragged groan vibrates through my throat as I wrap my firm fingers around my knot and squeeze, milking out every last drop as best as I can.It’s not how I wanted to get off, but it’s enough to drive me back from the edge of insanity.
For several moments, I stand there, catching my breath as I continue to pulse every few seconds, sending more cum into the obliging tissue.Soon.So fucking soon, I’ll have a tight pussy to pour myself into instead.
The building looks innocent enough—farmore discrete than the garish “den of iniquity” back home in my small town.It’s as if having these natural urges were something to be punished and mocked, sending humiliated Alphas into the wild with nothing to do but rut any omega they found.Willing or not.
Somehow, that wasn’t the problem.Raping and tormenting innocent women was just an Alpha being an Alpha.Yet, seeing to those needs in the comfort and privacy of a clinic… well, that was just downright unnatural.A shudder zips down my spine as those memories threaten to bubble up to the surface.
But I’m long gone from there, far away from the poverty and small-mindedness.I’m not beholden to their false sense of morality, to their unrighteous righteousness.Taking in a deep, cleansing breath, I push the door open and go inside.
