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But his Alpha does, my Omega sing-songs.
This fluffing slut. She’s going to get both of us kicked to the curb! Or, you know, mauled.
Should I run? Or will that make it worse?
My mind races, trying my best to recall everything I’ve ever studied about alphas and ruts.
Running would definitely be stupid. Alphas are programmed to chase. If I act like a scared rabbit, he’ll turn into a rabid wolf.
The smartest thing to do, of course, is to give in. Smith is on rut-blockers. If I let him think he’s getting what he wants, he may be able to settle his Alpha down long enough to override him.
His baser urges won’t let up until he has my supplication. My knees shake, a tremor of answering desire from my Omega weakening them.
I decide to go with it. After all, she knows this alpha better than I know this man. She was the one who recognized him when I didn’t.
The second my knees hit the ground, another snarl rips out of him. I watch him grit his teeth and try to hold in his bark. He fails. The command hits me like a dart.
“Crawl to me.”
My belly flips. Slick bathes the apex of my thighs. With nothing to soak into, it slips down my legs and smears as I follow the alpha’s order, crawling from the double doors to his throne.
Because, at the moment, that’s exactly what it is—a throne for a hedonistic king.
Dominance pours off him. Savage energy that somehow melds perfectly with his coiffed hair and flawless body, making for a regal sort of rawness.
The Smith I know is cool and unyielding—like steel—I know he’s there, holding everything up, weighty enough to crush me, but he doesn’t fascinate me.
Like this, though? He’s captivating.
Bold and wild and dark, with just a razor-thin edge of polish.
Black eyes glint as I sway to a stop. Panting, I sit back on my heels and keep my head bent, avoiding eye contact. His Alpha likely wouldn’t see me as a challenge, but I don’t want to rile him any more than I already have.
His hot, heavy hand lands on my curls, slowly sifting through them in a gesture that almost feels absent. “Mmm,” he rumbles in the layered voice, cool over rough. “Is the rest of you this soft?”
I know what he’s really asking. And what he wants to hear. Every instinct preens as I tilt my head to the side, letting the moonlight from the windows behind him illuminate my blank throat as I sweep my lashes over my gaze.
“Yes, Sir.”
His fingers flex, snapping up a handful of my hair and pulling tightly. I’m afraid to provoke him, but thrilled that I can. The combination of pride and lust primes my body in a way I’ve never experienced before.
And I… like it.
More wetness seeps out of me. I whine, restlessly rising onto my knees to scoot closer to him. The new angle changes the way the light hits him, allowing me to see everything the shadows hid before.
Like his long, thick cock. The huge knot swollen at its base.
And my missing panties, wrapped around it.
I expect some sort of embarrassment when I finally tear my gaze up to his. Instead, I find him watching intently, eyes ablaze.
“Did you lose something, little petal?”
A quiet gasp sinks into my lungs and evaporates, leaving his warmth behind. “Yes, Sir.”
Smith bites his bottom lip as he groans, bringing his free hand to his knot and stroking the silky fabric down his length. All traces of teasing leave his expression as his Alpha briefly edges over his control.
Smith gnashes his teeth, his sculpted lips pulling into a snarl. He fights back another bark. Barely keeping the sting out of his tone, he orders, “Give me your slick.”
