Page 2 of Omega’s Oath

Turning, she found him on the threshold, looking unsure. “Either come inside or leave. I don’t have the energy for this today.” Rose tossed her bag on the couch and toed off her blue heels, the balls of her feet almost crying in relief. Aide seemed to hesitate before he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Rose went to the kitchen and took out two glasses and a bottle of vodka from the freezer. She held up the bottle to him. “Want one?”

Aide shook his head and she shrugged, pouring her own. She could feel his eyes on her, the heat of his stare burning her skin. Her tight gray dress suddenly felt confining and she wanted out of it.

Tipping the glass, she threw back the drink, the freezing liquid giving way to the burn of the alcohol. Rose blinked and went to pour another but Aide gripped her wrist, his firm hold tight but not painful. It felt commanding and dominant, and she wanted to give in to the need for someone else to decide. For so long she’d carried the weight of everything and today she just needed someone else to take the reins.

She raised her gaze, taking in the firm body beneath the Henley he wore as his uniform, his strong shoulders and thick neck, the movement of his Adam’s apple bobbing, and she found it sexy as hell. A firm chin, strong jaw, and a nose that had been broken gave his face character and yet still remained brutal in its beauty.

Aide had dark wavy hair that always looked like he’d been running his fingers through it, with silver strands at the temples, but it was his eyes that got her every time. It was like looking into melted chocolate—if chocolate had a myriad of emotions. She always found herself mesmerized by his eyes. Right now they were almost black with obsidian desire.

The room seemed to still, the surrounding air heavy with expectation. She hardly dared breathe in case she broke the spell that had woven around them. He moved so fast she hardly caught her breath before he pressed against her and his lips crashed against hers in a savage kiss filled with months of longing.

Her back hit the fridge as he backed her against it and lifted her so he was between her thighs. Rose wound her arms around his neck, her fingers tunneling into his hair and the growl he made at her touch went straight to her pussy, flooding her body with need and desperation. She’d never wanted anyone like she wanted him in that moment. It was more powerful than a nuclear blast.

His rough hands smoothed over her thighs, scraping her skin and making her shiver. Rose grappled with his belt buckle, needing to feel him inside her. It was a primal need, so base and primitive. She could taste the donut he’d eaten earlier in the office mixed with something that was all him. She could feel the press of his erection at her center, long and hard and she squirmed, needing to get closer to ease the ache in her body. Fingers trembling, she caressed the ridge of his erection and whimpered as he groaned, both lost in the moment.

She drew the zipper down and palmed him as she eased the cotton boxers out of the way, thankful for the cut that allowed her access. He felt smooth and impossibly hard as she stroked him. A low growl had him ripping his head away, his teeth nipping at her neck, before he sucked the skin, marking her as she stroked him.

His fingers grasped at her panties, wrenching them from her body in a move that was sinful and made her feel more desired than she’d ever felt in her life. His fingers found her wetness and stroked through her labia before he swirled one finger on her clit, making her arch and moan. Pleasure licked through her and she buried her head in his neck, his scent surrounding her. Sandalwood and musk mixed with the ocean, and she drew in the smell.

Aide pushed a finger inside her, then two, pumping her as his thumb took up movement on her clit. He teased and tortured her until she was bucking against him. Her hands gripped his biceps, the defined muscles corded and flexing under her fingers.

“Oh God, I need…. I need.” She couldn’t form her words; she was so far gone with desire and need.

“Tell me what you need, my Rose.”

“You, I need you. Your cock inside me.”

His eyes blazed with heat at her desperate declaration. She felt him fumble in his pocket, and his hands were gone and she whimpered in agony at the loss of a climax she was so close to achieving. His deep chuckle moved through his chest as he kissed her again and she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. He swept the head through her wet desire and pushed slowly inside, his hands holding her ass as his fingers dug into her skin.

Lifting her head she saw the wildness she knew he held in check and wanted him wild and uncontrolled. “Fuck me, Aide.”

Her words, raw and dirty, seemed to make something snap and he began to move, his body slamming into hers with a pounding rhythm she loved. Every movement of his cock inside her hit the spot that drove her crazy. His finger found her clit and she felt like she was outside of herself, her body was owned by him. She was happy to let him do as he wished as the pleasure built until she teetered, his name a keening cry on her lips. She felt him grow impossibly hard inside her before he let his orgasm take him and he buried his head in her neck.

Breathing heavy, Rose smiled against his hair, the softness of it tickling her nose. She knew she’d ache later. Aide was not small in any area.

She was about to speak when he suddenly dropped her legs, withdrawing his dick and turning away from her. Legs weak, she leaned against the fridge. His back was stiff and dread crawled up her throat, her heart aching at what she knew was coming next. She silently begged him not to do it but pride was a powerful force and she straightened her skirt as she waited.

Finally, once he’d straightened himself up, he turned and her heart broke at the regret in his eyes. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

Rose saw the pain in his eyes, the regret even, but she was too upset to react. Her emotions had taken a beating today and she had nothing left to give. Tears pricked her eyes and he stepped close, lifting his hand.

Rose shied away, she couldn’t stand his touch right now or she’d break. “You need to leave.”

“Rose, I never meant for this to happen.”

Rose lifted her hand and pointed to the door, barely holding it together. “Go.”

Aide gave her a long look and she dropped her head, not able to hold it together much longer. Out of her peripheral vision she saw him reach the door. “Aide.”

He turned and she saw the remorse in his brown eyes. “Yes?”

“I’m done. I won’t allow you to rip my heart out and stomp on it. If you want us to be friends, we can do that but no more meals together, no cozy lunches. You want professional, then that’s all we can be.”

Everything in her wanted him to say no, that he wanted her too, to explore what they had but he just nodded.

As the door closed, Rose rushed to it and locked it, sliding down the back as she heard his car pull away and let her heart break free. She cried for the loss of a man she’d never really had and for her lost womanhood and the future it might take.

As she cried, she allowed anger to give her strength. She wouldn’t be passive in this, she had to take control. Standing, she walked to her bag and retrieved the card from the side pocket the doctor had given her. She knew it was late but called anyway, surprised when the doctor picked up.

She paused and made her choice. “Doctor Ferris, it’s Rose Sears.”

“Ah, Rose. What can I do for you?”

“I’d like to go ahead with IVF with donor sperm as soon as possible.”

“With your own eggs?”

“Yes, if possible.”

“Okay. Well, come in tomorrow at two and we’ll get some blood work done and find what stage of your cycle you are. We can go from there.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“You’re welcome, Rose.”

Rose hung up. She’d taken control and decided her fate, she just hoped it was the right decision.