That insidious voice whispers in the back of my head, sending a shiver of revulsion down my spine.I guess she and I aren’t all that different.We both see each other to satisfy a need.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
I’m only here to use her body, to take what’s so expensively offered.At the end of it all, we will part ways and hopefully never see each other again.Yet, when I think about this being our last time, my heart threatens to seize in my chest.
She was supposed to be a onetime thing, an omega to get me through the holidays.Why can’t I picture going on without her?What is it that captures me so?
A soft sheen of tears glows in her eyes as her gaze catches the dim light.There’s something so soft about her, so vulnerable.No one else has ever laid themselves bare for me before.
At the bank, she was herself.There was no illusion to her need.She didn’t seek me out personally for money.We just happened to be thrown together in a maelstrom of want and desire.It’s not like she purposefully targeted me.
That’s part of it.I see the human in her.I see the want and need.I’ve felt that same fear she faces.Would I have had the courage to offer my services in this way to get by?
Not a fucking chance.Not in my hometown.Not when any act of planned carnality was a “cardinal sin.”
Though we seek each other out to satisfy our baser urges, there’s still a strength there, a determination.That, combined with what I see before me now and the financials I pour over like an addict getting their next fix, it’s not like she’s out there spending everything frivolously.She’s still holding back.Something my ex never would have done.
That bitch nearly cleaned me out before I saw what was happening and put a stop to it.The fact that my boss hasn’t seen that side of her means she only wanted to use me and not him.Or he put a much harder stricture on her spending.Possibly both.
Either way, Noelle isn’t like that.She isn’t cold and unfeeling.In fact, she’s a ball of insecurity wrapped up in a shell of survival that only constant love and safety will break open… How can we be so different yet so alike?
As I reach out to flip on the light, to show her who her master is for tonight, I notice the twitching of her hand.Her face turns flushed in the light as she plucks at her clothes.Is she on drugs?
Taking a deep breath, I freeze.No.Not drugs.Something far, far worse.
Fucking betas.How did they not see it?How did they not smell it?
Noelle is going into heat.A real one.Not something brought on by synthetics and easily controllable.No.It’s the real fucking deal.
Fuck.There is no way in hell either of us is getting out of this unscathed.Did she do this on purpose?Allow herself to get to this state to trap me?As much as I hate to think about her being so nefarious, I have to wonder; I have to know if she’s just one more omega who wants to trap me.
Then again, those fucking suppressants are the cheapest kind.I knew from the beginning they were doomed to fail.No doubt our little fuckfest was the one thing to finally set her off.As far as I know, she wasn’t sleeping with anyone before me, and hasn’t been with anyone after.
Not that I can smell, at least.All I smell is her alluring scent, her impending heat, and her honeyed arousal spicing the air.Unless she slept with them soon after we parted… No.That doesn’t feel right either.She doesn’t look or feel guilty.Just uncomfortable.
Rising to my full height to confront her, I turn on the light and watch as she blinks.Her pupils are not fully dilated, so that’s a good sign.There’s still time to get out of this.That is, if she wants to.
Unfortunately, my heart and soul are already intertwined with hers in a way that makes no logical sense.As much as I want to push her away, she needs to be the one to tell me to leave.If she doesn’t want me, then that’s it.I will leave and let the doctors here see to her heat.
If she does want me, though…
My balls draw up at that thought.As much as my brain screams at me to run, to leave before I make such a permanent mistake, my body and soul crave her.They have since the day she first walked into my bank.
The scent of peppermint has followed me since that day, only made worse by actually fucking her.Not because of Christmas.Not because of the damned holidays.But because of her.Noelle Joy Hayes.The only thing that can make me run and never look back is if she did indeed do this as a trap.
Deep in my soul, I hope she didn’t.I hope it’s an accident, a coincidence.If so, it’s one I plan to take full advantage of.
“J- Jason,” she stammers out.“I- I mean, Master.I- I mean-”
“Let me guess,” I growl.“Expecting someone else?”
Her head hangs in shame as she continues to mess with strands only visible to her and the intense urge to nest.“I- I was hoping.I-”
“Disobeyed me.Yes.I know.Twice, in fact.”
