There’s nothing I can do.
There is no escape.
I’m trapped.
EIGHT
Khan
Little Emma might be backing awayfrom me, but I can smell her arousal, and don’t need to touch her to know that she’s already producing a river of slick to ease my path. The look on her face, however, is one of outrage, not desire.
I’m torn. Part of me understands that she’s in a strange place, and wants to go home. The other part is driven only by the primal need to rut, and doesn’t give an Ulfdamn about her feelings. I’ve waited and hoped too damn long to find an Omega. I’m the king of Altrim, and more than anything I wish to sire heirs. Without an Omega, that’s impossible. But now I’ve met her, things are different. So if she thinks I’m going to let her escape now that I’ve finally found her…
“Emma,” I say gently, reaching out to stroke her cheek. She’s staring up at me with wide eyes. They’re such a deep blue, just like the dusk sky at Altrim. I could look at them forever.
In fact, I intend to.
“Don’t touch me!” she snaps, ducking her head away from my fingers.
I have to resist the urge to shake her. The Alpha part of me is growing impatient to have her again. I’m rock hard, my cock throbbing. I crave being inside her wet heat more than I’ve ever wanted anything else. But I know I need to tread carefully. I want her happy, not upset. “Am I not taking care of you?” I ask. “I gave you food, a shower—”
“Yes, and I appreciate that, but I still want to go home. To Earth.”
What is there that is so important? Why is she so keen to return? Does she have a mate there? That thought hits me like a punch to the gut, and I can feel my blood pounding in my temples. Images of her with another male—of another lover touching her, kissing her, caressing her—flit through my mind, and my fists clench almost involuntarily. I would kill him. I would tear him limb from limb. Emma is mine. She belongs to me, to nobody else. “Why?” I manage, barely keeping my sudden jealous fury in check.
She looks at me as if I’m stupid. “Why doyouwant to go home?” she retorts at length. “It’s my home! My apartment, my friends, my work—”
“Work?”
“Yes!” Her expression is incredulous, and it’s irritating me. “You know, what you do to earn money. To make a living.”
I’m taken aback. Omega females don’t work on Ulfaria. They love, and nest, and take care of those around them. Heal the sick, create art and music, and cherish their mates. And procreate, of course. “No,” I tell her. “You don’t work on my planet. You don’t have to. I will take care of all your needs.”
She’s looking at me like I’ve grown another head. “What if I want to work? If Ineedto?”
She’s a smart one, I’ll give her that. “You won’t have time, anyway,” I say. “You’ll be busy rearing our offspring.”
Now, her pretty little face is as dark as a thundercloud. It’s adorable, but I’m beginning to tire of this conversation. “The hell I will!” she barks.
Where I come from, females know their place. They treat males with deference and respect. And if they don’t, they’re made to. Emma is different, and females on Earth seem to be raised to feel as if they’re equal to their male counterparts, but she will have to adapt.
Reaching out, I grip her slender, pale throat. Immediately, she stills. Her pulse is fluttering wildly against my fingertips as she gazes up at me. I could snap her neck in a heartbeat, yet even so, there’s defiance blazing in her eyes. I have to admire her spirit.
“You will do as you are told,” I tell her in a low voice. “Or I will make you.”
To my absolute astonishment, her reaction is instantaneous. Her eyes go cloudy, and I catch a much stronger whiff of her arousal. Could it be that she enjoys being threatened?
Surely not.
“You will do as I say, little Emma,” I continue, watching her intently to see how she reacts to every word. “Or I will punish you until you do.”
Her moan is almost inaudible.
Almost.
I can feel her desire throbbing through our bond.
Sliding my free hand between her thighs, I’m not surprised to find her dripping; her pussy swollen and hot to the touch.
