Tansy looks up at me, her pupils blown wide and glassy.It’s like she’s drifting somewhere out of reach. Her focus slides, then finds me again. Slowly, she nods, then she rolls off of me, turning her back.
For a second, a primal, irrational panic spikes in my chest. Rejection?
The thought instantly makes me feral, desperate to snatch her back to me and shove my cock and fangs deep inside the omega.
But then, Tansy lowers herself onto her hands and knees, moving like she’s underwater, slow and uncoordinated. Her back arches in a perfect, submissive bow as she presents her ass high in the air.
My breath catches at the sight of her sweet pussy pushed out between her thighs. Her outer lips are puffy and dark, parted to reveal the wet, pink flesh inside. She's so wet, slick dripping freely from her opening, her body aching and ready for me.
This isn’t a position. It’s an offering. A display of complete and total submission.
Something savage unfurls in my chest, and my fangs begin to tingle.
Sitting up slowly, I stare at the elegant curve of Tansy’s spine, the vulnerable expanse of her neck, the way her hair falls to one side, exposing the sensitive skin where my mark will sit. Her head is bowed, eyes unfocused as she slowly turns her head toward me.
“Alpha?” she mumbles. “Please.” Her words are rough and needy, frustration threading through them as her hips shift restlessly beneath her. Her fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles whitening. Then her brows pull together, mouth parted in a soft, pained grimace.
“Don’t move,” I say, my voice low and rough with promise. "I'm going to take all that pain away.” I shift, and myknee throbs in protest, a sharp, fiery reminder of my weakness.
But I don't give a shit.
If claiming this fragile omega destroys my leg, and I never walk right again, then I’ll fucking crawl.
Fuck Me
Tansy
My mind isa fog of lust and pain, completely lost to the overwhelming demands of my heat.
Somewhere, deep in the back of my head, a small, terrified part of me knows I don't want any of this, that it’s wrong. But biology has completely taken over. A primal force deep inside me has burned away all reason and left me with nothing but the desperate, aching need to be filled. To be claimed. To be fucked and bred until all the pain stops.
A low whine escapes my throat as the emptiness inside me grows into a cavernous ache.
I'm enraged that Cass still isn’t inside me yet.
Desperate, I risk a look over my shoulder, glaring at the alpha. He's just sitting there, his back against the headboard, one hand slowly stroking his thick, hard cock as he stares at my ass like he's memorizing every curve.
What is he waiting for?
Frustration coils tight in my chest, sharp and restless. I let out a needy whine, but it cuts off as a cold spike of fear pierces through my haze of lust.
It slips in fast, ugly and sudden.
What if he doesn't want to claim me?
The mattress finally shifts as Cass gets out of the bed. The movement is unmistakable, the loss of his weight immediate. I stay perfectly still, holding my breath, waiting for his hands, his touch, anything. But when he doesn’t touch me, a wave of devastating rejection washes over me, so sharp and sudden it feels like a physical blow.
My mother was right. No one will want me.
I’m too old and fat. I’m a pathetic?—
Strong fingers close tight around my ankle and the thought shatters on contact. I’m jerked back across the bed. I fall onto my stomach with a soft cry, my limbs useless as Cass drags my body to him at the very edge of the bed.
A firm hand comes down on my ass once. It's not painful, more to get my attention, a sharp reminder of who's in control.
"Lift your ass," Cass commands, his voice a low growl that sends a jolt straight to my core.
Excitement and relief explode inside me as I scramble to obey. Getting back into position on my hands and knees, I present myself to him again, eager to please my alpha.
