He moves toward me with purpose.
My body screams for him and my mind cowers in fright. He’s so much bigger than me. So much stronger. He could hurt me. Really hurt me. Easily. He wouldn’t even have to try hard to do it. He could break me. Snap me like a twig if he wanted. And he isn’t himself right now. I can tell by the flames in his eyes. Lust has taken him over and made him dangerous.
I take a breath to quiet my mind and hear the words he said to me earlier:all you have to do is ask.
All you have to do is ask.
“Branson.” My voice shakes and cracks. “Please, be gentle with me. I’m scared. I-I haven’t done this with an alpha before.”
He stops moving and his shoulders drop. A dopey, lopsided smile tugs the corner of one side of his mouth up. His brows smooth and his expression softens as he nods.
“Gentle,” he says woodenly. “Be. Gentle.”
He unbuckles his belt, big hands pulling and tugging at leather and buckles, eyes blazing. He takes hold of his tank near his neck and rips it down the middle with one hand, tearing it in two without any sign of exertion. He swipesthe remnants of the garment off his shoulders and onto the floor without taking his eyes off me.
A hot spurt of slick runs down my leg.
I watch transfixed as he lowers his jeans. He pushes them down along with his underwear, straightening as he steps out of them.
He’s a vision.
Dusty-blond hair and gold eyes. Vivid color splashed all over his chest and arms. His legs are long and muscular, but not bulky. And his dick… Oh God, his dick. It’s big enough that it should inspire fear, but it doesn’t. Not at all. All it inspires exists low in my body. Between my legs. Desire. Want. Arousal. Lust. Pure lust.
I try to pry my eyes off it in the name of politeness, but I can’t. It’s straight and thick with a bulbous head and a profusion of veins crisscrossing the shaft. Goodness, that thing is gorgeous.Mouthwateringly, ass-clenchingly attractive. It looks exactly, precisely, like what I need in my life. In my ass. In my mouth. In my guts.
I force my gaze upward with difficulty. Past his navel. Past the grid of muscle on his torso, over the plane of his sternum, meandering between the swell of his pecs. I pause at his neck, watching his Adam’s apple as it bobs in his throat.
When I’ve had my fill of that, I continue my ascent, eyes traveling over the thick mat of his beard.
Over his lips.
Up the bridge of his nose.
Finally, my eyes lock on his. His pupils are blown out, his mouth lax and still pulled into the lazy grin from before.
He doesn’t blink.
I’m stark naked. An omega in heat. A body built to entice him, designed to drive him crazy. A body made to render him mindless. And yet,and yet, he isn’t looking at my body. He’s looking at my face. Into my eyes.
His head tilts to the side, and he raises a hand unsteadily, pointer outstretched in my direction.
“Beautiful omega,” he slurs.
It’s one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard, but I can honestly say I’ve never felt more complimented. I bask in his praise like an idiot, turning my face this way and that so he can appreciate me from different angles.
His jaw drops a little more with each second that passes.
I love it.
I become aware of it distantly at first—heat is rising again. It enters me through the soles of my feet and travels upward fast. It gathers force at my knees and crests violently when it hits my groin. I double over, crying out and reaching for him.
He helps me to the bed, grip strong and sure.
“Lucien.” His voice travels through time. Through the woods and the trees, striking from the sky directly above me and up from the earth below me. It slices through me, splits me in half. “Present for your alpha.”
The tame parts of me that were holding me up give way. Ankles, knees, hips. I collapse onto the mattress in a slow, sinuous movement, landing on my hands and knees without any conscious decision from me. My legs part and my back arches.
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