A ragged chuckle burst from my chest as the theater room door shut with a bang. This was everything I deserved after I’d left her in this very theater our first time meeting, but if myomega thought I was going to sit back and let her get away, she had another thing coming.
I zipped up my pants, groaning at the strain of my hard cock against my zipper, and prowled out of the room. Olive’s scent called to me—rich from her recent orgasm, the one shestolefrom me—and I tracked it through the dark lobby. Wild urges I’d never felt before rose in me as I hunted my little prey to a back hallway. I wanted to chase, to fuck, torutuntil the only thing she could scream was my name.
I wanted to own her like she already owned me.
The hallway was silent except for the steady hum of the HVAC, but my heightened senses caught on to the little gasp that reached me from the dark corners of the wall. A feral smile spread across my face. There she was, tucked behind a free-standing vintage movie poster.
Mine.
I lunged towards her and she shrieked as she took off running, but her short legs were no match for mine. I snagged her around the waist, my other hand moving between her legs and lifting her by her cunt. She soaked my hand with her sweet slick and a loud snarl roared through my chest. I pressed her against the wall, her plush ass rubbing against my cock as I thrust against her through our clothes.
“My little omega thought she could escape from me. Now I have you all alone, tucked back here in the dark. What should I do with you?”
“Who says you get to do anything to me?” she snapped back. She wriggled against me, but all that did was grind her cunt harder against my hand.
“You can fight me all you want, but your drenched pussy says otherwise. Making such a fucking mess.” I kissed her cheek before checking in. “You good, darling?”
She nodded quickly. “Don’t stop.”
A growl roared through my chest. “I should rip this dress off you and these fucking tights. God, these fuckingtights.” My fingers moved without my meaning to as I tore through the delicate fishnet webbing that had tempted me from the first time I saw her wearing them.
She let out an outraged cry of protest and my hand came down on her ass cheek, the sound like a gunshot in the hallway. “Look at your perfect ass bouncing against me.” She moaned as she arched back towards me, offering memore. “You belong to me, little omega. Mine forever. To fuck, rut, fill whenever I want.”
Olive just scoffed and struggled harder against my hold, but I had her pinned.
“Let me go, brute,” she snarled.
I chuckled in her ear. Her scent was bright with arousal, all happiness without fear. I ran my nose down the side of her neck, breathing her in.
“I’m not letting you go until I take exactly what I want from you… and maybe not even then.”
In one swift movement, I was poised at her entrance and thrusting into her. Her toes barely touched the ground, her weight forcing her fully down on my cock. We both cried out at the intensity of it. I gripped her inner thighs to give me leverage to move her up and down my cock as her fingers scrabbled against the wall, fighting for purchase.
“Oh god, Finn,” she cried out. “That feels—” Her words were cut off with a loud cry as she shattered around me.
This time, I fucked her through her orgasm. My knot teased her entrance every time she fell back down on my cock. With one more burst of slick from her perfect cunt, my knot slipped in, locking us together. The tight squeeze of her was overwhelming as my orgasm tore through me like fire. I bit down on her shoulder as I came—not hard enough to break the skin, butfuckdid I want to. My alpha urged me on—bite her, claim her—but I was just lucid enough to hold back. But onlyjustas her loud moan filled the air as she came again, clenching harder on my knot than anything I’d felt before.
I sucked the tender patch of skin as we both came down from our orgasms, from our game.
I wrapped my arms around Olive, gently pulling her back against my chest. Satisfaction filled me as she relaxed against me, all limp andsated.
“I really hope there aren’t cameras back here,” she said, breaking the silence.
A startled laugh rumbled through my chest. “I’ll make sure Missy erases any footage without watching it.” I tried to move us into a more comfortable position, but I couldn’t fully stand without her being lifted off the floor.
“Knotting me in this hallway was certainly a choice,” she said.
I smacked the side of her thigh. “Like you weren’t begging for it.” But I kissed her cheek in apology, anyway. I hadn’t meant to knot her, but holding my alpha instincts back when my omega was crying out my name had been too much for me.
I hitched her up higher—my palm still holding her by the pussy—and clumsily maneuvered us down to the floor until she was curled up in a little ball of omega in my lap.
She swore as my knot shifted inside her, her fingers digging into my arm. “I didn’t know how this date would go exactly,” she mused. “But this definitely exceeded expectations. And now I know my alpha likes to chase me.”
My chest rumbled with a purr. “We’ve never talked about doing anything like that.” A thread of anxiety worked through me. I knew Olive had been into what we’d just done—her cries of pleasure, her thick scent had urged me on—but maybe it had been too much for her. Would she regret it now, without the adrenaline? Had I taken things too far?
“That’s right,” she mused. “Easton and I were alone when we talked about chasing.”
My heart stuttered in my chest, and I was only capable of making a strangled sound.
