“Never going to fucking happen,” he chuckles cruelly.
I try to fight him but he’s too strong. He manages to flip me over onto my back.
“Look at you,” he leers down at me. “Exactly where you’re supposed to be. Under me like a good little slut.”
I try to swing at him but he catches my arms, pinning them above my head.
I struggle, trying to get free and whimper when his grip on me tightens.
“Fight all you want, Little Omega,” he growls. “It only makes my cock harder.” He leans forward and inhales deeply, letting out a feral groan of pleasure. “You smell fucking amazing,” he groans. “Need to be inside you. Now.”
“No,” I say in a panic. “No. Please. No.”
He ignores me and starts to shove down my pants. I try to buck my hips but he shoves my ass back down to the ground. “Be a good girl and let me fuck you or I’ll kill you,” he threatens.
Despite being his scent match, I truly believe he would kill me.
Still, I don’t listen. I’d rather be dead than submit to him.
But he’s too strong and when he’s able to get my pants down far enough, I start to cry. This can’t be happening. Anything but this.
He just laughs, working on his pants.
“Stop resisting. You know you want my cock. Your pussy is begging for my knot. I can fucking smell you.”
The fucked up thing is, I am aroused, my body is betraying me. Biology fucking me over. It’s not me wanting him, it’s the omega wanting her alpha.
I’m conflicted. My heart and mind hate this, don't want this. But my body says something else.
“That's it.” He holds my hips down as he continues to pin my arms above my head. “Let me in.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out another sob of frustration and dread. He’s too strong, I can’t fight back. I’m too fucking weak.
And he gets what he wants.
I let out a scream of pain as he forces his way into me.
“Fuck!” He lets out a harsh growl. “So fucking tight and wet.”
He starts to pound into me with punishing thrusts, every one hurting more than the last.
My screams fall on deaf ears. No one can hear me, no one is coming for me.
Ryan continues to growl and grunt above me, seeming to grow more feral by the second.
I refuse to open my eyes, praying this will be over.
Instead, I’m blindsided as he tucks his face into my neck. When he bites down, I freeze like a scared animal as he marks me without my consent. There are so many sensations flooding my veins, trying to consume my mind.I need to fight.I can’t let him claim and keep me. I know it’ll kill any remaining spark I might have, and I’ll be a shell of myself.
Ryan gets lost in the moment, continuing to rut into me as he growls, his teeth locked into my neck, and he lets go of my arms.
I force myself to focus, and begin to pat the ground around me, looking for something, anything, to use as a weapon. Like the gods are watching over me, my hand lands on the handle of my switchblade.
I grab it, release the blade and without any hesitation, I jam it into his neck.
He lets out a gargling sound as his teeth release my neck. I open my eyes just in time to see him staring down at me with terror in his eyes.
Something warm and sticky lands on my face as he grabs for his neck. He falls to the side, pulling free from me. The gurgling sounds turn into choking.
