I ignore him, running up the three stairs to the cabin and pushing inside. The door slams shut, and I turn to find Rory leaning against it.
“Going somewhere?”
I snatch up my emergency pack with everything I need, grab my phone, and fire off the tater tots message to the rest of the family. I have a very small window to get everything ready before I start hailing every alpha this side of the globe for hanky panky.
“Omega!” Rory thunders. “What is tater tots?”
His question stops me dead. For one second, I waver, but imagining them leaving after my heat finishes just about brings me to my knees.
“It’s none of your business,” I say tersely.
“Everything about your life is my business.”
I turn a furious glare on him. “Nothing about me or my life is your business, Rory Aster. You made that clear.”
“When you were an innocent little girl, barely eighteen, wearing white and frills, and looking at us with love and hearts in your eyes. We would have eaten you for breakfast, and you would have been miserable.”
“So, what’s changed? Nothing! I’m still-”
“You are nothing like how you used to be. You’re not innocent; you can hold your ground. Our foul personalities won’t ruin you; our dominant and aggressive tendencies won’t frighten you. You can handle us now, hell, I’m fairly certain you might be the most perfect match for us in the history of matches!”
“You don’t know that it would have broken me back then!” I shout back.
He lunges, and I find myself flying through the air and dropped onto the bed. My legs are forced open as he settles between them and sucks hard on my neck. It all happens so quickly I don’t have a chance to even think before he’s pulling back, leaving a throbbing ache on my neck and between my legs. My mind whirls, trying desperately to remember what we were talking about. His scent wraps aroundmine, becoming an intoxicating blend. Rory smiles as he peels off my suppressant patch and holds it in his fingers for a second before he flings it across the room.
“That’s it,” Rory growls, deep and dark. “I’ve had enough.”
My stomach flips as his eyes lower to my lips before casually coming back up to my eyes. He does look like he’s had enough, like he’s on the edge.
He slides his hand up under my shirt, grips my nipple, and twists it hard. I cry out from the unexpected and erotic pleasure that lances through me. My underwear was soaked before, but now I’m scared there might end up being a puddle on the damn bed. My scent gets stronger in the air, thick and potent, revealing every damn meaning behind codeword Tater tots.
He leans down and rubs his face over my breasts. The material pulls up a bit, revealing my stomach. The air is scorching; I am on fire. I clutch at the mattress so I don’t clutch at him and give in to this need.
“Imagine this,” Rory whispers, lifting his head to watch me, “your first heat, and you have to deal with a feral Cyn, who fucks your mouth mercilessly; Dakota, who will leave bruises all over your body. Vale, who will call you his slut and whore. And me, I’ll fuck you up, push you past the bounds of anything you thought you’d ever agree to do. And you’ll do it because you’ll want what I can give you so much. You’ll crawl on your knees, Omega, to me, only to me.”
Air whooshes in and out of my lungs, but I can’t seem to get enough oxygen. The small cabin is too small. My mouth waters, I want Cyn fucking my mouth. I want Dakota’s bruises. Oh, god, I want to hear Vale call me his whore. I writhe under Rory, closing my mouth tight so I don’t beg him.
His hand splays over my sternum, feeling the frantic fluttering of my heart. Rory pulls my top up and kisses the spot.
“Your heart’s racing, Bonnie. Do you think you, that innocent version of you, could have withstood us? Do you think you could have handled me spitting Cyn’s cum into your mouth while Vale fucks your ass raw?”
An explosion of air escapes as I clench my thighs together, squirming under him.
I hate him because he’s right. They would have shattered me. I would have been terrified and horrified by them. I wanted roses, sonnets, and romance.
But these alphas are far too intense for that. They would give me their fury, obsession, and violence. Start fights and go to war for me; they’d work with me, demanding more from me. They’d hide the bodies and set the world on fire.
They would have given me nightmares.
But understanding isn’t forgiving.
And it's not trust either.
I push at him, but he just moves back, shoves up my top, and grabs the skin over my ribs with his teeth before leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down to the waistband of my pants. I moan and grip his hair, holding him still, wanting so badly to pull him to me and push his face between my thighs.
My control wobbles.
He licks up and off to the side, and I jerk, twisting, but he ignores me and just drags his teeth over my skin. I break out in goosebumps. Have I thought of this? Only a million times, now that it’s happening, I know I didn’t even come close to imagining the real thing.
