Phee kept her hair shorter than her sister, and it lay against her scalp in tame waves. Until that moment, he’d loved the idea of long hair teasing a woman’s nipples, but Phee’s hair hid nothing. Her breasts were round and high, perfect for her elegant frame. He could see her ribs a little too much and told himself not to forget to feed her later; omegas burned a lot of calories during their heat.
“Phee.” Mouth filling with saliva, he could barely say her name. It came out deep, edging toward a growl.
“You shouldn’t do that. You need to leave.” She moaned the words, knees bending as she curled in on herself. She held one hand over her breasts, the other cupped the swell of her mound.
Did she hurt? Was she afraid? Or was that the cramping from her estrus cycle? He could taste her in the air—cinnamon-sprinkled summer berries—and licked his lips.
Eating at her with his eyes, Alreck yanked at the fabric of his shirt. Off. He needed it off. It was tight and abrasive, a barrier between her skin and his. He should be naked like her.
She drew him in, captured him, without lifting a finger. This woman was either his ending, or the beginning of his everything.
Her lips parted in a tiny gasp when she saw his chest. His hair was thin comparted to some, so his scars stood out against the natural tan of his flesh. He didn’t have the smooth skin of the males in her life. Did she find him ugly?
It didn’t matter. By the time her heat was over and she came back to her prim and proper senses, their bond would hold them together. She would desire only him; all others would fail in comparison.
Shedding the rest of his clothing, he walked toward her. His belt, his boots, his armbraces, his leg holster, and all the extra knives on his body thumped to the floor until they were both naked.
The omega breeder said nothing as he undressed, her eyes following his every move with interest. When she licked her lips, his cock gave a painful lurch. Her eyes dropped, watching him, calling the pre-cum to his dick–making him spurt.
She made a tiny, sweet mewling sound.
“Like what you see, Phee? Want this meat? This knot? It’s hard for you, wants to find a home in you.” He wrapped his hand around himself, showing her what he had to offer.
It felt good. Fuck. Under his hand the flesh leapt, already thickening at the base. It would get bigger for her, lock them together. She was smaller and delicate in comparison to him, and his cock might be as thick as her wrist, but she was omega. Her body would take everything he had to give, opena direct line to her womb, so that he could fill her the first time with his seed. They were born for each other. Alreck couldn’t wait to wrap himself around her little body, arms and legs, holding her tight. He was going to fill her with so much cum she was gonna leak for days.
She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “I’m not in heat. I’m barren. You can’t want me. You should leave.”
The hell she wasn’t. He could taste, see, smell the evidence of an omega’s heat. It was like Naya’s, yet nothing like it. Phee was her own woman. He gulped down the scent of her like a glutton. “Don’t want to hurt you, Phee. Just let me.”
“Let you?”
He went to his knees, stalking her, closing in. Glowing with the lightest sheen of feverish perspiration, she was the sexist thing he’d ever seen. They didn’t know each other, yet he knew everything about her. Such a beautiful bundle of contradictions all wrapped up in disappointments. Pain had ridden this girl hard and left her out in the rain. She didn’t know who she was anymore. Every perfumed mood and thought of hers carried the stain of a greater pain suffered. Her mood-scent turned green at the edges with it.
At any time, she could run, dash across the room over to the door or the intercom—call him a devil and demand he leave. Instead, she trembled and dripped golden slick, an omega in need. But he didn’t want to scare her. His position made him small and no threat. He hoped. Phee was a fine and pretty thing, too good for him. He’d take this slow and easy. Earn this girl’s omega blessing. Do whatever it took.
This was his second time ever on his knees. The first he’d done it for a woman, the only supplication he could offer to show her how badly he wanted her. She was worthy. He didn’t have the vocabulary to persuade her, but he couldn’t wait and do pretty seduction the way she was used to. He’d crawl in slow, then cover her body with everything he had, trap her under him till he had her bite, her commitment and her full fucking attention.
Her essence was right there in front of him, omega ambrosia he needed to taste. He growled, “Let me.”
Phee cried out at his growl. He saw the rough noise chase across her skin and senses in goosebumps. Reaching out for the table behind her, she braced herself with her hands, keeping herself upright. Alreck watched the forced intensity of his growl take over her muscles. Her belly rippled and hips pumped against empty space.
“Oh. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.” She tried to bite back her sounds, her teeth catching at her full bottom lip. But her body responded to him eagerly; there was nothing she could do to stop the invasion of his will.
Had she come? Had his growl made her come? That spasm in her hips, the way her breasts shook with her shoulders, and her broken sounds created a picture of a woman in the middle of an orgasm, submitted to his alpha hunger.
They weren’t even touching. He took a breath and growled again, prowling closer.
She moaned, angled forward and knees bent, losing the ability to stand. Her hands clawed at the furniture behind her.
Alreck wanted to crow in triumph. It was his growl penetrating her confused thoughts, sinking in past her fears and inhibitions to tickle and burn throughout her body.
She was his.
Unable to resist the rolling call, she crumpled under the onslaught. The pale cream of her skin pinkened as her resistance shattered.
“You are so good. That’s very good, Phee. Do that again. Come for me,” Alreck commanded on the back of another growl.
And she did, the sound beautifully painful. She flung her head back, back arching, tremors climbing from her dancing feet to her thighs, across her torso. As she shrieked with her release, the sound of her pleasure raced through his bloodstream, grabbing at his nerves and squeezing his cock. The sight of her lit up a line of fire from the base of his spine, wired right through his pelvis to his balls. He hurt with the need to stick his leaking, hard member inside of her while she did that, made a sound just like that, threw her head back—let go. Alreck would claim all the cracking notes of it again and again. That sound was for him. For them.
