“And that means?”
The almost-accusatory tone made me grit my teeth.
“Itmeans, I was finding ways to get close to them?—”
“How?” he snapped, standing as fast as a whip. I had to crane my neck to keep contact with his eyes.
“Parties, events, anything I could manage. The last time, it turned into an orgy. That was the night I overheard something that I shouldn’t have.” The tension flitting across his jawbone didn’t escape me. “Lyndsy . . . was willing to answer my questions. When she finally answered my call, she asked me to meet at her beach house. She’d said it was private, that we could speak there, but when I arrived, she was dead.” My voice held no inflection. Her death had shocked me to my core. “They had cameras . . .” I trailed off, startled by his reddening complexion. It was so obvious with how pale he was.
“Are you breathing?” His chest wasn’t moving. Finally, he hissed out an exhale, taking a step forward until my nose bumped his chest.
“So you whored yourself out to them, too,” he said, bitter-tinged words slicing me across my chest.
It stung more than I would admit.
“What?” I was so confused.
“You whored yourself out,” he sneered, gripping behind my neck, squeezing tightly. I gasped. His chest pumped up and down with ragged spurts. Why was he reacting this way? He seemed pissed off at the idea of me going to an orgy.
Stupid Alpha dominance.
How could I have participated? I’d been sneaking around the estate while everyone was occupied.
“Are you serious?” I was dumbfounded. He didn’t seem to register my snapped words. The tremble in his hands started to creep higher and higher. I followed its path to his glazed eyes. He seemed to be fighting a demonic entity. “Hello?” I clicked my fingers.
A sliver of reason invaded his expression, but it was overtaken by avarice.
“Lower your head.” His deep voice resonated through me.
“What?”
“Lower. Your. Head.”
I jerked back, confused as hell. He suddenly grabbed me from the back of my neck and smashed my cheek into the leather couch, my body stretched across the seat, knees pressing into the edge of the cushion.
“What—” His hand covered my mouth, silencing me. His big palm took up the entirety of my face, even covering my nose, cutting off the ability to breathe.
“You said you would do as we ordered,” he hissed. I was too busy trying not to suffocate, but I nodded as best as I could. When he finally returned his grip to my nape with a warning squeeze, I dragged in a breath that hurt. “If not, get thefuck out.”
I bit off my retort, knowing he would mete out his threat, and softened the tension lining my back, no longer fighting against him.
“That’s a good,submissive, Omega.”
Fuck you. Fuck you.
I stayed limp while his hand slid around to the front of my jeans. With a quick move of his wrists, he had them unbuttoned. His fingers grazed over my belly, inciting a riot of shivers that only intensified with his grip spanning my waist and sliding my pants down, along with my panties.
The slow glide lit a fire in its wake, stealing the oxygen from my lungs with anticipation. Then they were pooled around my ankles, and his hands were back at my waist, hoisting me up until my spine arched, my hands sunk into the cushion to prop myself up.
He pumped his hips, his thick cock shoving into my pussy so hard that a slap rang out. A shriek ripped free from my soul. Mymuscles clamped down on him, struggling to pull him inside me.I want his knot. Visceral need gnawed at me, causing slick to accumulate at an alarming rate.
Elias pulled his hips back, taking with him the thick girth of pressure, searing pleasure through my limbs. He thrust back in, setting a teeth-rattling pace, while withholding his knot. Loud, animalistic grunts reached my ears through my sawed breathing. Lust licked through my channel, making me clench around him with repetitive squeezes. I whimpered, my body no longer connected to my brain.
His pace didn’t stutter, careful control in his hard grip, and a steady, rough pace. He fucked me like I’d done something wrong. Slamming aggressive glides of his cock that rocked me so hard, my teeth clicked together.
Yet, my body didn’t give two shits when it felt this good.
Electrical zaps traveled through my nerve endings, and my channel clamped down so suddenly, I could no longer breathe.
