Page 5 of Bound to the CEO

Great, I think to myself, holding back a chuckle. Knowing them, they’ll either choose the most embarrassing information or make me out to be larger than life. I wonder if Tiffany will find their antics amusing or more in line with me, where I’m preemptively annoyed. I haven’t even heard it yet, but I don’t want to.

“He’s dedicated, hard-working, an Alpha that holds his own. Mating with him means that you will find a man that’s committed to making things work, no matter how difficult.”

So far, it’s actually true and not at all humorous. In fact, if I allow myself to feel anything, a small bit of tenderness clenches my heart. But only for a moment. Soon, the officiant continues.

“You will also find the most stubborn, pig-headed man that you might either want to kill or,” he pauses again, this time his face blazing crimson. “Or… let’s just say, have vigorous relations to settle the argument.”

A bark of laughter erupts from between my lips, startling both the officiant and Tiffany. “Knowing them,” I growl, leaning in close enough to nearly graze her lips, “they probably said fuck me into oblivion. Because, my dear, that is the only way you’re distracting me enough to win an argument.”

She takes a small step back, imperceptible to most, but my eyes narrow in response. It takes every ounce of willpower not to chase after her, snatching her back closer. Just that one, small movement, and the predator within wants to devour her.

“Yes, well,” the officiant mutters, fluttering through his papers. “What Miss Davis’s friends want to tell you is that she’s a luminous ray of sunshine that can brighten up the dullest day.”

Shocker. I already knew that. But then, it would take someone both deaf and blind not to notice her effervescent nature.

“She loves animals but has never had the opportunity to own one of her own,” he continues. “She thinks she might be a cat person since she seems attracted to creatures that are aloof and hard to get along with. Opposites attract or something.”

Now, that is certainly something that surprises me but also gives me a modicum of hope. Tiffany is certainly my opposite in most ways, and her desire to cherish that opposing nature means we will certainly make a good match. I also know that by the end of the day, there will be a kitten waiting for her at my home.

As the officiant goes on about her sweet innocence, Tiffany glances down at the floor, as if somehow embarrassed by all of it. But she shouldn’t be. The glowing praises of those closest to her only confirm what I already know. That she’s the sweetest morsel of an omega just waiting to be defiled.

The rest of the ceremony passes by in a blur—most of it is just formalities and reminders that we have to commit for six months. Stuff that all could have been sent in an email. All I want to do is drag this woman away and strip her of that wedding dress. It’s pretty, to be sure, but I want to see her. All of her.

When it comes time to kiss the bride, however, I’m back in the moment, staring into those sapphire eyes. They gaze up at me, wide with anticipation. At least, I hope that’s what I’m seeing in those depths and not dread.

“That is,” the officiant interrupts, “if you want to kiss. It’s not required.”

“Oh, it’s required all right,” I growl, pulling Tiffany into my arms.

God, I knew she was small, but feeling her slight form as I envelope her in my grasp brings home yet one more difference between us. Tipping her chin up, I look back down into her eyes, searching for anything that might make me pause. But there’s nothing.

Instead, her pupils widen even more, eating up her irises. Her breaths come in soft, harried gasps as she trembles in my arms. Scenting the air, I detect nothing that indicates fear. Only her sugary, citrusy scent permeates the surrounding space.

I find that I can no longer resist the urge to taste her, to drink her into me. Leaning down, I run my fingers through her hair until I cup the back of her head, holding her still. Her lips are downy soft as I rub my own against them, breathing in her soft gasp.

It’s a gentle touch, a light caress. Nothing like the maelstrom of want and desire raging through me. I force myself to tease her, to coax her into letting me have control. Soon enough, I’ll be dragging her under my body, but for right now, I don’t want to frighten her.

But just as I move to pull back, to temper my movements even further, a light moan flutters against my lips. It’s that small concession of need that snaps the restraint holding me back. Groaning, I press our lips together, holding her close as I devour her, claiming her with my mouth.

I make no pretense of just how much I want her as I slip my tongue inside the silken heat. Tiffany moans again, her delicate, feminine sounds the perfect accompaniment to the deeper guttural groan rumbling from my chest.

After several moments, I pull back, staring down at the crimson flush on her face and the wild look in her eyes. Just how I want her. Glancing back up at the officiant, I give him a quick wink. “Anything else? Or can we go?”

“Just go,” he murmurs, shooing us away.

Without waiting another moment, I scoop Tiffany into my arms and clutch her to me, a growl rumbling from my chest as her soft curves mold to my body. Her tiny frame turns into me, as if seeking out the sound, reveling in it. It does things to me I never thought possible.

My mind is on one thing and one thing only—getting her somewhere secluded to continue this cursory lust between us and see just where it goes. Keeping her shielded in the shelter of my body, I nod to my driver, motioning for him to get inside the car and start it up.

Rock hard, I set her down long enough to open her door and help her inside the back. What I want to do is take her home and consummate the marriage, but I know that’s not possible. Not with the conference call this afternoon.

Glancing down at my watch, I note the time and growl under my breath. Not nearly long enough for what I have planned. Fuck. Next to me, Tiffany squirms, and that’s when I detect a slight change in her scent.

The lemon drop effect is still there, but underneath is a warmer tone, something like dark caramel dripping over a lemon slice. The little omega is turned on and dammit if that doesn’t make my balls ache even more.

For a moment, I don’t even put up the tinted divider so I can have some privacy with my new bride. I just sit there, battling with myself. But that scent, that addictive, alluring scent. I can’t resist it any longer. And why should I? In the face of the Governing Body, she’s mine.

As if a switch finally flips over, I lean forward and smash the button, raising it up. “Did you drive yourself here? Or did you rent a car?”