But none of those thoughts manifested into words. Instead, I curled my fingers into her hair and pressed her mouth more firmly against my mating gland, whispering: “Fuck me, Alpha. Take me like you’ve always wanted to.”
Everything inside me burned for more.
She pulled my thighs firmly over her waist, sinking lower. The feel of her inside me, taking control, filling me, stuffing me impossibly full with her need…
The next several inches slipped inside without much trouble.
“Oh yes.”
Were they her words or mine? I couldn’t tell anymore. All I could focus on was the pleasure radiating between my legs and the lithe muscles of the Alpha grunting above me, her dark pheromones cupping us like a third lover.
Her hips snapped quickly—not a slow slide any longer but hard thrusts that rubbed against the sensitive bud of my clit. With each downward push, her knot prodded at my pussy, demanding entrance.
“Are you going to open for me, Ms. Nayak?” she asked, her breath choppy in my ear. “Are you going to take my knot and hold my come like the good little omega you are?”
“Yes!” The word burst from me as she fell into a swift, pounding rhythm.
“Let me hear how much you love to be bred.”
Her words sent a shower of sparks through my belly and I tightened around her, bracing for the inevitable fall.
A loud sob wracked my limbs as the pressure between my thighs became far too much. Release crested through me and Aiven pushed inhardas my body yielded beneath her.
There was a slight give, a little relaxing of the muscles around my entrance. The crack in her breathing told me she felt it, too. She chased it like a woman possessed, pounding with renewed purpose. I lay like a willing rag doll beneath her, tracking the vein pulsing on her forehead and gorging on the pheromones that flared like the edges of a tinder box.
With one quick push, her knot slid into me with a sucking sound. The pinch of pain sent me into a spiral ofpleasure—a wave of exquisite sensations that rippled outward, expanding until my fingers and toes went numb with it.
Her teeth paused on my mating gland for just a second before she bit down, not hard enough to break skin butjust rightfor me to see stars.
I crumbled around her, squeezing her knot and relishing the sharp groan from her lips as she came apart inside me.
“Give me everything you’ve got, Alpha,” I breathed, submitting to her bite, her cock, her come.
Chapter Nine
Aiven
I wished to say I’d never thought of my assistant in an inappropriate manner, but that would be an egregious lie.
I’d noticed her. More than I should have—more than was appropriate. It wasn’t intentional at first. There were fleeting moments when she bit her lip while she was concentrating on a task, or the way her nails tapped absently against her keyboard when she was mulling something important.
Once I saw her,reallysaw her, it seemed impossible to stop. The damn glass walls in my office didn’t make things any easier on me. Each time I looked up, there she was, legs crossed primly at her desk, scribbling away in her notebook or speaking on the headset.
It would be simple enough to excuse my actions by saying those thoughts would haunt me only when her yearly heat cycle came around, but that would just double down on the lie I was already tryingnotto fool myself with.
I was many things, but I was hardly delusional.
The first thing I’d been attracted to was her laugh. Laughter was a foreign thing at the Distillery. Before she’d come along, I couldn’t remember a time when employees had even smiled around me. Dessi had brought joy with her, and slowly, I saw others start to perk up.
That’swhen I began to watch little Dessi. How she walked, how she spoke, how she seemed to know exactly whatpeople needed before they even asked. I noticed how she always paused before answering a question, as though taking the right time to weigh her words to make sure they landed correctly. Or how she leaned in close when she spoke to a friend, her eyes focused and warm.
She did little things, too. She’d refill someone’s mug without them having to ask. Or she’d bring little wrapped gifts for people on their birthdays. She asked about their children, their parents, or their partners as though she truly cared. Perhaps she did.
Now, I gazed down at Dessi nestled in my arms, her curls spread out on the pillow behind her. It shouldn’t surprise me that she slept in pretty satin sheets the shade of candy floss, but what had taken me aback was the lived-in feel of her cottage. Every inch of space was taken up by a crochet project, or knick-knacks, or an overflowing bookcase. Every item was a shade of brilliant pink.
It was very…her.
In contrast, my home was rather utilitarian. A designer had put the place together with the color palette I’d provided: deep green, with the occasional burst of grey. I had no doubt that Dessi would be disappointed by my choice of décor.
