It washer.
My men were gruffer. Rising from my desk, I placed my palms flat on the finished oak. A whiff of her sweet spring scent flittered into my office, and my nails dug into the wood, leaving indents in the custom lacquer.
“Come in.”
A swirl of sapphire material stepped over the threshold, and my entire body seized, pushing all the air from my lungs. My hands flexed, veins popping on the thin skin there.
Willow strode in, her white teeth burrowed in her lush lower lip, looking shy and uncertain.
That wouldn’t fucking do. My omega was a queen, and she would act as such.
The image of the bold omega in the haze of her heat flooded to the surface. I would show her how to always be that. Confident and commanding. My omega could be nothing else. I had seen flashes of it, and it wasn’t only her omega who was bold. Willow stood toe to toe against her father, even me, the night she first arrived here.
I would tend to her like the strong flower she was, watering and helping her flourish into the gorgeous blossom that she tried to hide. Maybe it was a learned behavior, something she did to protect herself.
My sweet, sweet girl.
Soon, she would learn that she didn’t cower.
No, men would fear her, bow to her word.
As mine, the city of Boston would be hers to command.
My dick ached in my trousers, hard and desperate to be buriedinside her. How could it not when the embodiment of Rhiannon stood before me? Willow, a goddess reborn, the essence of strength and resilience.
My goddess. My omega. Myeverything.
My instincts itched beneath the surface, driving me to provide and protect my precious omega.
The light from the setting sun illuminated her in a golden glow, highlighting the line of freckles that disappeared beneath the chiffon hanging off her shoulders. Her dark hair bounced elegantly with each step she took, the ends brushing her collarbone and hinting at the cobalt highlights hiding underneath.
With the desk still between us, she stopped, the silver kitten heels poking out from the long slit that exposed the length of her tanned leg. I wanted to drop to my knees and run my tongue over it before sinking into that beautiful cunt of hers.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, my lips twitched when she didn’t look away. I fiddled with the drawer, removing a narrow case wrapped in black velvet. Her gaze darted to the box as I closed in on her.
The alluring scent of hers invaded every fiber of my body. The corner of my mouth lifted, my tongue running along the points of my teeth. I leaned in, my hot breath sending a pretty flush over the tops of her breasts as I chuckled in her ear.
“You are stunning, mo chroí. If I hadn’t promised to take you to the casino, I would take you to my bed instead.”
A small sound rolled from her lips, and I couldn’t tell if it was a squeak or a moan, maybe both. Whatever it was, it spurred me on.
Silken strands of hair slid through my fingers as I palmed her head, marking her with my scent. She would know she was mine. And so would everyone else.
I nudged the gland on her neck, my dick rock hard as the source of her scent consumed me. I feathered a gentle kiss over her pulse, my arm banding around her waist to support her when her knees buckled.
“What—What does it mean? Mo chroí.”
I pulled back, cupping her cheek in my free hand. “My heart.”
Despite her attempt to school her features, I didn’t miss theslight parting of her lips or the subtle widening of her eyes. Oh, the power that Willow wielded over me was dangerous, if she ever realized it.
I tugged at the cuffs of my shirt, adjusting my suit jacket. The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips as she eyed the package in my hand, curiosity replacing the apprehension in her jeweled eyes.
“Turn around,” I whispered, the command no less imposing as I twirled my finger.
A defiant gleam twinkled in her eyes, and fuck if it didn’t make my already hard cock ache more. I wondered whether she would refuse me. Part of me wanted her to.
Pursing her lips, she huffed, reluctantly doing as she was told.
