Every nerve-ending in my body is going fucking wild. I’m filled with lust and power, the sensations roaring in my blood at having a primed, unclaimed omega in my arms.
He’s mine.
This one ismine.
Thick, heavy lust makes my balls draw up while my cock turns to granite, a throbbing, insistent demand.
My mouth waters as I watch a drop of rain slip over my sweet omega’s bottom lip, catching the faint light. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Then I strike, crashing my mouth to his.
My omega whimpers and cries, his hands pushing weakly against my chest, trying to get away. But the sweet scent of slick grows even stronger in the air, a thick, undeniable perfume that tells me just how much he wants this. How much he wants me.
His mouth is so soft and yielding under the hard press of mine.
At first, his tongue lies flat, a passive muscle in a mouth that doesn’t know how to fight back. But then, as the scent of his arousal grows, his tongue moves. It slides carefully against mine, a hesitant, exploratory motion that tells me he’s giving over to the heat, to his desires. He’s kissing me back, but it’s tentative and clumsy, like he isn’t sure how. Like he’s never done this before.
And that thrills me to no end.
A fresh, untouched omega to ruin.
I break the kiss, and for a second, my omega’s eyes stay closed, his mouth hanging open, soft and swollen, like he’s waiting for me to kiss him again.
He looks so pretty, blissed out, lost to his heat.
Then his eyelids flutter open. The dreamy, hazy look on his face falls away as he looks up at me, replaced by the creeping fear that was there before. His pain is back, etched in the lines around his eyes.
He tries to speak, his voice a ragged, breathy whisper through the pain. “P-please…” he stutters, his trembling hand gesturing vaguely down the alley. “C-can you… take me to a… a clinic?”
I laugh. I can’t help it. It’s a short, sharp sound, and I don’t mean to be cruel, but the idea is so absurd it’s funny.Let him go?Take him to a place where he’ll waste this glorious slick on a fucking vibrator, and then is given back to whatever asshole owns him? Not a fucking chance. I’m not letting this prize go. Not now. Not ever.
My sweet omega’s face crumbles at my laugh, and I immediately school my expression. This will be easier if he comes with me willingly.
“What’s your name?” I ask, keeping my voice soft.
He swallows, his throat working. “Jude,” he whispers, the sound barely audible over the rain. He looks up at me, thosebig blue eyes pleading. “Please… a clinic. Can you just t-take me to a clinic?”
“I’m gonna get you help, Jude,” I say, my voice dropping into a low, soothing rumble.”I promise.”
I take a small step back, giving him a sliver of space, holding my hands up in a placating gesture. I purposefully don’t say where I’m taking him. I won’t say I’m taking him home with me, that I’m going to make this omega mine.
I just need him to get in the car.
Because once he’s in my car, I’m never letting him go.
Chapter Three
Jude
The big alpha opens the back door to his car, holding it open for me like a chauffeur.
I hesitate, my body trembling, and look up at him.
He’s admittedly handsome, all sharp angles and hard muscle, his face shadowed by the dim light from the street. He’s so scary looking, the kind of alpha my father always warned me about, but there’s something in his eyes, a flicker of something that isn’t just cruelty or lust. And his scent… it’s leather and steel, a sharp, clean smell that cuts through the cloying sweetness of my own heat. It actually calms the frantic buzzing in my head.
“It’s okay, Jude.” His voice is a gentle purr over the rain. “I won’t hurt you.”
I stare at the car in front of me, realizing that he might be telling me the truth. After all, he’s offering me the backseat, a barrier of space between us.
