A fresh gush of slick soaks my shorts, and I shake violently, a helpless tremor wracking my frame. It feels like my body is betraying me from the inside out. A deep, involuntaryache spreads through my pelvis as my muscles relax, opening me up even more.
More fluid pours from my body in a humiliating, unstoppable rush, a biological surrender that I can’t control, making the seat beneath me wet and slick.
The change in my body thrills Pace above me. He growls, a deep, satisfied sound, and lifts his head slightly to scent the air, his eyes closing for a second as he savors my smell. “That pretty honey scent,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Fucking intoxicating.”
Then he shifts, pulling his own shirt off over his head. The sight of his bare chest, the muscles and scars stark in the dim light, sends a fresh wave of terror through me.
“P-please,” I beg, my voice cracking. “P-please let…let me go.” I start crying, hot, useless tears mixing with the rain on my face.
Another cramp hits me, and my abs flex hard. Deep inside my back entrance, my hole opens, widening, aching for an alpha to fill me. My cock pulses, a sharp, constant throb, every brush of fabric dragging across me like sandpaper. I can even feel my zipper through my underwear, and I want nothing more than to tear every stitch of fabric off of me.
“Shhh, little omega,” Pace murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble that vibrates through my pain-fogged mind. “I’m going to fix you. I’m going to take all that pain away.”
But before I can process what that means, my vision goes white, and I scream as a cramp feels like it rips me open from the inside out. I’m vaguely aware of Pace lifting up, of the sound of his jeans unbuckling, the metallic rasp of a zipper, and then the soft thud of clothes hitting the floor of the car. Then I feel hands on me again. My shirt is jerked off over my head, leaving my chest bare and cold, and then my shorts are peeled down my still-wet legs.
Even through the blinding pain, I’m ashamed that this strange alpha is seeing my naked body. All of it, and I hate it.
I hate how thin but soft I am, my fat butt, and the soft curve of my stomach that I’ve always tried to hide. I have no muscle, no impressive strength. I’m just a weak, small frame designed to be manhandled.
My privates jerk, and my hands fly to it, covering it with my hands.
Pace chuckles, a low, dark sound, as he moves back over me. And I’m horrified to realize I can feel his cock, hot and impossibly hard, brush over the back of my hands.
Taking a deep breath, I finally make myself look at the alpha.
His face is cast in shadow, but I can see his eyes, and the way he’s admiring my body is unmistakable. It’s a hungry, possessive look, like a wolf that’s just cornered its prey. For some reason, that makes me feel a little better. To be seen as desirable, even though I don’t want to be desired by this alpha. It’s a maddening mix of emotions, wanting to be claimed while still wanting to run away.
My gaze drifts down, taking in Pace’s naked chest. He’s a wall of muscle, his chest and arms mapped with thick scars, his stomach hard and ridged. He’s powerful and dangerous, and the sight of him makes me so scared I can barely breathe, but it also turns me on in a way that shames me to my core.
My cock leaks precum all over my hands, and another gush of slick pours from my back entrance.
Pace reaches for my hands, trying to pry them away from my penis, but I refuse, my arms locking up.
“Move your hands.” His alpha voice instantly shatters my will, and my hands fly away from my body, landing uselessly over my head. “Spread your legs,” he commands next, and I obey again, my thighs falling open, knees lifting as tears ofshame leak from my eyes. Pace licks his lips as he admires my exposed privates. “Look at this pretty, little omega dick,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.
He caresses me, slipping his palm over my sensitive skin, making me shudder. Then he curls his hand around the shaft.
It feels unbelievably good.
No one has ever touched me like this before, and the pleasure is immediate and amazing.
Pace starts to jerk me off, his grip firm and sure. My breathing picks up as I fall into the sensation. Then his other hand moves down to play with my balls, rolling them gently before moving lower, toward my ass.
I panic when his fingertips brush against my back entrance, but I can’t move. His command has me locked in place.
“Don’t—” My words cut off as one finger presses inside me.
The sensation is weird, a strange pressure that makes me grunt.
Pace moans loudly, a deep, guttural sound, as he pumps his finger in and out of my wet hole. I’m shocked to find that my body is relaxing with every pump, like he’s pulling the pain right out of me, replacing it with a dull, throbbing pleasure.
Then he adds a second finger, still jerking me off, and my eyes float closed.
He preps my body like he’s done this a thousand times, his fingers scissoring and stretching me.
“Such a tight little hole,” he grunts, his voice strained. “Can’t wait to fuck it open. I’m going to fill you up with my alpha cum, make you take my knot.” He leans over me, forcing me to look deep into his eyes. “Do you want that, omega? Do you want to be stretched wide on my knot?”
His dirty words send a fresh wave of heat through me, and I’m suddenly nodding.
