Fucking hell.
I’m hovering over her, my fists clenching into the soft fabric of the blankets above her head in an instant.
“It hurts.”
Her soft cry makes me feel like I’m swallowing razor blades as I try and shove down the rage building in my gut.
She shouldn’t be in this kind of pain. This is fucking wrong.
No omega should be forced to endure this kind of torture, but especially not sweet, kind, selfless Mirabelle.
I reach down and brush away the tears that’re falling down her cheeks before kissing down her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses.
Mine.
A deep primal growl leaves my throat. My mind goes hazy as I inhale the essence of the sweetest strawberries in all of existence.
I want to devour her.
Bite.
The idea crystallizes in my mind, as clear as day. If I bite her, she’ll be mine forever.
My teeth scrape on her soft skin and her hands fly up to tangle in my hair. I expect them to push me away, but she tugs me closer.
Fuck. This is dangerous.
She’s dangerous.
A hand comes to my shoulder and tugs me away. A snarl tugs at my lips as I bare my teeth.
I blink and shake my head, clearing my hazy vision to see Rowan’s wide eyes.
“Whoa, shit, I—I—“ Rowan stands beside the bed, his hands raised in surrender. “Don’t bite her. I don’t know what that’ll do when her heat’s already been so fucked up.”
He has a point. I know basically nothing about the drug Jett gave her, other than the way it leaves her scent with a slightly artificial aftertaste.
“Fine,” I grit out, returning my attention to Mirabelle, who’s squirming underneath me.
“Please, Griffin,” she pants, blinking up at me.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I—I don’t know.”
I hook her leg up over my hip, grinding my hard length over her pussy. Her slick quickly soaks through the thin fabric of my boxers.
She throws her head back with a moan, her hands flying up to my shoulders. I barely feel the sting of her nails as she claws them down my arms.
“More, please, more,” she chants.
I reach up and grasp her wrist, tugging it down between us and shoving our hands into my boxers.
“Tell me. Do you want my cock?” I ask, wrapping her slender fingers around my shaft, moving her hand up towards the head.
She lets out a startled gasp, her eyes going wide as she blinks up at me. Her lips part in the shape of an “O” like she’s shocked at the feel of my cock.
“Or is that not enough for you?” I growl, drawing her hand further down my shaft to squeeze around my knot that’s swelling from how fucking turned on I am. “Do you want my knot, sweetheart?”
