The name trips around my brain like a rogue pinball bouncing about my synapses as it pings around the arousal bumpers, hammering them multiple times before finally zipping right between the two flippers and landing squarely inside the gutter where no rational thought remains.At least, no clean thought anyway.
Jason.Fucking.Locke.
Granted, it’s not my fault I didn’t get his name before.Someone should have introduced us.Maybe they did, but I was far too hysterical to hear or understand it.Unfortunately, it doesn’t really matter.I still stood there like a bumbling idiot and called him Mr.Bank Guy.
The most alluring scent drifts off his body, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth, safety, and just a hint of erotic danger.Though it’s cliche of me to think of his scent as something new and unique when it’s the same notes as so many others, but on him, it’s just… different.It’s not the same mixture of leather, tobacco, and coffee.On him, there’s a bite to it, a sharpness that makes my mouth water and my pulse pound between my thighs.
How did I not smell it at his office?Probably because I was too focused on the lack of money to notice anything else.Just as quickly, I shove that thought to the side.I might be here to earn enough to clear my debts and maybe have a nice holiday with my brother, but I don’t need to obsess over it when there’s so many other far more pleasant things to notice.
My gaze travels across the expanse of his shoulders where his shirt hugs every delicious, hardened plane.Even clothed, I can tell he’s toned, lethal, and everything I ever fantasized an Alpha to be.His fierce gaze was certainly not on my wishlist, though.It should have been, but until seeing it up close, how could I know?How could I have crafted such perfection in my mind when all I’ve experienced were men who left me feeling kind of meh?
That’s probably not true.But how can I deny it when my mouth goes as dry as Death Valley in the summer and my pussy nearly gushes at his raised eyebrow?That’s it.That’s all.One.Fucking.Raised.Eyebrow.It’s all it takes to have me wanting to get on all fours and pant like the bitch in heat I am.
Did they already give me the serum?That would certainly explain why I’m getting so hot and bothered by this man looming in front of me.
“I want to hear you say it,” he rasps as he crosses his arms, bringing my attention once more to his muscular shoulders fairly bursting out of his pressed shirt.
The buttons strain against the movement, and for just a second, I long to watch one pop off and fly against the wall.Not for some sexual perversion or anything like that.Just to see if it could, to see if this man was really that buff underneath the expensive fabric.
“Jason Locke?”I practically moan as I drag my gaze up to his face.
“No, little omega,” he chuckles low and deep as he leans in closer and slides an immaculate finger under my chin to tilt my face up even more until the tight muscles in my neck nearly scream for him to stop.“Master.I want to hear my honorific drip from your lips, as I’m sure your pretty little pussy is dripping right now.”
“Oh!But- but it’s not.I- I mean.It’s-”
“What?”His growl slides across my skin and grates against my nerves, making them spark at his words.“You’re really going to lie to me and tell me you’re not fucking soaked right now?I can smell you, omega.Your honeyed scent screams at me to take you in hand and make you beg for every bit of pleasure I’m prepared to bestow upon you.”
Heat licks up my face as I try to look away, only to have his fingers grip my chin even tighter.“That’s what you mean,” I murmur as I cut my gaze to the side.
“Yes.That’s what I mean.”Finally, he lets go and rises back to his full height.“What did you think I was talking about?”
The heat grows even hotter as I take a step back and force myself to breathe in air not tainted by his scent.With every inch I give myself, Jason is right there, filling in the gap, chasing me until the back of my thighs hit the bed.
“I’ll have your answer, omega.Running away won’t stop me in my dedicated pursuit.Until the timer goes off, you’re mine.There’s nowhere to run.There’s nowhere to hide.The sooner you expose yourself, your thoughts, your desires, the easier this will all be.”
I swallow hard as I bring my fingers back to glide along the soft fabric behind me.“I- I am wet.I was talking about my pussy not being pretty.I don’t think it’s possible for any bits of anatomy to be described as pretty.”
His lips quirk into a half smile that makes my heartbeat stop and my head go a bit woozy.“You mean to tell me you won’t find my cock appealing?You won’t want to worship it with your gaze, your lips, your tongue?Pity… I had planned on forcing you to do that first.”
Damn.The guy has a way with words.Even now, I can see myself on my knees doing just that.But pretty?As impressive as I’m sure his package is, by the way his pants are tenting, I don’t think I’d find it any more appealing than any other cock I’ve seen.
“Do youwantme to find your cock pretty?You didn’t seem the type to want such descriptors of your massive, throbbing manhood.”
His eyes darken as he snakes out his hand.Within the span of a breath or two, he wraps his fingers around my throat.It’s not hard enough to cut off my air supply, but it’s enough to feel the power pulsing through his veins.My knees go weak as I stare up at him, noting the abject lust flaring in his eyes.
But it’s just the serum.Right?It’s just the pheromones?It’s not as if someone like him, so rich and powerful, could actually want someone like me… could he?
“So many questions in your gaze, little omega.I can see the hesitancy.I can feel the pause in your stuttered breath.To answer your immediate question, I don’t care what you think of my cock.I will invade every fucking hole if I want to.While in this room, you are mine to do with as I please.I saw your checklist, little omega.Such a filthy, kinky little thing.Aren’t you?”
All the good, happy, and arousing feelings leave my body as I stare up at his expectant gaze.The stupid list.Oh God.I just knew it was going to come back to haunt me.I hoped I’d get paired with someone easy, someone gentle, to break me in.
Master Jason Locke is the complete opposite of gentle and easy.In fact, the longer he stares at me, the more I take in his massive, muscled bulk as he fairly ripples beneath my gaze.Every inch of him is primed to take and conquer.
“Ummmm.About that,” I squeak as I try to step back, already forgetting I’m trapped between this behemoth and the unmoving bed.“There’s been a bit of a misunderstanding.”
In an instant, the haze of lust clears from his face as he backs up an inch or so.“Explain.Are you not the omega I’m supposed to see today?”
“No… I’m pretty sure I am.Luck being a bitch and all that.Murphy’s Law, I suppose?Anyway,” I babble as I pick at the fabric on the bed.“No.I was sent in here to… um… service you.But the list… The list… Well, you see, I…” Words fail me as I keep trailing off, unsure of how to explain to him the situation.
