All at once, all the aggressive tension drains from his body, and when he looks at me, the cold hunger in his eyes is replaced by a soft, devastating sadness. For a single, shocking moment, it’s like he’s actually hit pause on his primal desires, seeing not an omega in heat, but the terrified girl underneath.
“Sweet omega,” he whispers, his voice rough with an emotion I can’t name. “I won’t hurt you.”
Hot tears roll down the side of my face, into my hair.
“Please let me help you,” Cass says softly, then he begins to purr.
The low, rumbling vibration sinks deep into my skin, easing the searing pain in my belly just long enough for me to draw a ragged breath. I roll onto my side, wiping my face on the blanket while I clutch my stomach.
For a moment, there’s a pocket of quiet in all the chaos.
Cass’s purr washes over me, and I’m actually calm, almost feeling normal.
Maybe even safe?
Finally able to breathe, I force myself to look up at him.
I can’t help but feel utterly shocked that the alpha is still frozen in place, that he hasn’t attacked me yet. He’s just standing there, looking at me, his expression so soft it’s almost unrecognizable. And his body…
I’m floored by how powerful and strong he looks. How handsome. The dark, thick scruff of his beard looks soft, a stark contrast to the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes, which were so cold and predatory before, are now a deep, dark blue, like the ocean after a storm, and they’re fixed on me with an intensity that steals my breath.
He looks like an absolute force of nature, and in this moment, he’s choosing to be still.For me.
“Are you okay?” Cass asks through his rumbling purr.
I open my mouth to answer, but my words are cut off as a fresh wave of pain grips me so hard I feel like I’m going to throw up. The fragile peace shatters, and I’m back in the fire, my body writhing on the bed as the cramps tear through me.
The shock of it settles in my chest and behind my eyes, sharp and disorienting.
Cass limps forward, closer to the bed. But he doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me intently, one hand gripping his cock through his towel.
I’m so thankful he’s not naked right now.
For some reason, that makes me feel better, like he is somehow still in control and that he won’t hurt me.
“Let me help you, omega,” Cass says, squeezing his cock. A wet patch of precum soaks through the towel, and my mouth begins to water. A sudden, shameful urge to suck it dry flashes through my mind, and I lick my lips.
I fucking hate this.
"I… I d-don't…want…" My words come out jerky and broken as I stutter through a fresh wave of pain, my body clenching.
I'm a mess of conflicting sensations. My pussy feels swollen, the lips puffy and slick with a constant, embarrassing trickle of fluid. It's a deep, hollow ache, begging to be filled. My clit is a hard, throbbing knot of nerve endings, so engorged it pulses with every frantic beat of my heart, a frantic beacon screaming for attention.
Then, in one horrifying movement, I feel my pussy dilate all the way, the muscles giving way in a surrender that feels both like a relief and a violation, opening up for the alpha in front of me.
I’m dying.
This is it.
My body is ripping itself wide open, from the inside out. Muscles threading apart and tendons snapping.
Delirious with pain, I lift my hand, silently begging for Cass's help. "Puh-lease."
But the fucking alpha doesn’t move.
He just stares at my face, his dark blue eyes searching mine, like he’s trying to make sure I fucking mean it.
More slick pours from my body, and I let out a vicious scream. That seems to break the asshole’s resolve. He moves to the bed, sitting on the side, too far for me to touch.
