I flash hot, a confusing wave of warmth washing over me, and for a moment, I don't understand what's happening.
Mr. Sterling rolls his hips against me, a slow grind, and my scent perfumes into the air between us. Shock rips through me, disgusted by how my body is reacting.
“There it is.” He pulls back just enough to murmur against my lips, “I can smell how much you want me, little omega.”
A fresh wave of panic rises in my chest as he kisses me again.
Some small, distant part of my mind knows this is natural. This is how things are supposed to work between alphas and omegas, but I can't help but be shocked and scared.
This alpha’s hands are everywhere, one clamped on my hip, the other sliding up my back to grip the back of my head. He squeezes me so hard it hurts, his fingers digging into my flesh like he owns me, and I hate it.
I hate him.
And I hate my own treacherous body for responding.
“Don’t fight it, little omega.” His voice is a low, possessive growl against my ear. “Give yourself to me.” He pushes his hips forward. “Your body knows who its master is."
My eyes go wide as heat blooms deep in my belly.
It spreads through my veins like a poison, followed by sharp, unwanted desire. It cuts through me like a live wire, sizzling along my nerves and making my muscles jump. The misplaced pleasure feels completely alien, like a violent hijacking of my own senses. And it scares the life out of me.
Frightened, a whimper jumps from my throat.
The sound seems to flip a switch inside him. Mr. Sterling reacts instantly, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he kisses me harder, deeper.
Why did I make a sound?
His free hand pushes at the small of my back, forcing me against his massive body. There’s no mistaking the hard, thick ridge of his erection pressing into my stomach through our clothes.
I want to scream and cry, but there’s a louder, twisted part of me that actually wants more.
What the hell is happening to me?
Mr. Sterling’s holding me so tight I can’t breathe or move. I can’t do anything but feel his cock pressed against my body. He moans into my mouth, and a small gush of slick pushes from my bottom.
Shock slams into me, and my mind scrabbles, trying to remember when my last heat was.
Is this alpha triggering my heat?
I normally take suppressants in the days leading up to my cycle, but I can’t remember how long it’s been.
It can’t have been three months already.
Can it?
Shit!
My mind spirals as I try to count the days in my head, but it’s so hard to concentrate with this strange alpha grinding against me.
The heat in my belly grows, an insistent, demanding pulse. And then my hole begins to open. Slick dribbles out of me, preparing me to be rutted and claimed.
Oh god. Oh god, no.
A swift wave of pain grips my belly right as Mr. Sterling’s tongue pushes further into my mouth.
I grunt in pain, and the doorknob rattles.
Mr. Sterling breaks the kiss so fast I gasp. The sudden rush of cool air on my lips is a shock. The alpha takes a half-step back, but his hand remains clamped on my hip, a brand of ownership.
