3. Uri
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Uri
C ontrol.
It’s been my daily mantra since presenting as an alpha at twelve years old. I was already bigger than the other kids in my class—bigger than a lot of the kids in my school, even.
I don’t know where I get my genes from, par for the course as an adoptee, but the moment I became an alpha and my dominance truly came in… my life changed for the worst.
I became feared. People noticed me immediately. The other kids who hadn’t yet presented had no hope, and, within a month, I was expelled from my school.
My parents were furious—not at me but at the discrimination I was facing at such a young age.
But I understood it in ways they didn’t.
With my size and disposition, I’m terrifying to omegas. I could seriously harm them. Betas with no actual defence against me, not in size or in temperament, have no choice but to stay far away.
And other alphas? They either wanted the challenge of fighting me or avoided me altogether.
I was ostracised before I could even understand what was happening.
My entire childhood was then spent learning how to control my size, to be careful with my strength. I was kind, cheerful, but never afforded the same limits others had.
Because, unlike others, I had the capacity to be a monster if I allowed it.
A daily reminder that has been burned into my thoughts.
My beta parents made sure I understood the weight of my designation, the responsibility that came with my size, my strength, my instincts—but they gave me something else as well.
Unconditional love.
They never doubted me. They never feared that I’d do something wrong.
They fought for me, protected me, and worked their asses off to give me the life I should’ve had if it weren’t for the fear of others.
But today… well, today is probably the first time I can ever recall doing something selfish. Something my parents would be disappointed in me for.
Because the moment Emmeline’s lips crash against mine, I throw my control out of the window and give in.
Gone is the gentle giant, the composed COO who prides himself on restraint, and in his place… in my place… is the alpha that’s spent most of his life being denied.
My hands shake as I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to bruise.
I should stop.
But why, Uri? She wants this. She told me yes.
I need to stop.
Why? She agreed before the heat took hold again. She was mine before instinct even touched her.
I can’t do this.
And yet, watching Emmeline arch beneath me, her scent saturating every molecule of air in my office… I know that I can . My alpha howls in the victory of me submitting to the internal battle—to surrendering control to him.
Her scent, fuck, her scent is everywhere.
Lavender and chamomile fill my lungs, sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted, and my alpha growls deep in our throat. The scent match between us is true and pure.
This moment is ours. She is ours.
My omega floods my senses, drowning out every rational thought, every carefully constructed boundary.
My hands shake as I lift her, my fingers spanning her waist. She feels so small, so precious, and my alpha roars at the need to protect, to claim, to mark. My office’s bedroom door seems miles away, though I know it’s just steps from my desk.
Very fucking grateful for Paxton’s insistence on this ensuite attachment when he noticed how often we tend to stay here during the week.
So fucking grateful.
“Alpha,” she whimpers against my mouth.
I’ve spent years learning to gentle my touch, to soften my presence, to make others comfortable despite my size. But now, with her heat clouding my mind and my rut clawing through my veins, I can barely remember why I ever held back.
The door gives way under my shoulder—I can’t remember if I turned the handle or simply pushed through. Everything narrows to the omega in my arms, to her rapid heartbeat against my chest, to the way she trembles and clutches at my shoulders.
“Uri,” she gasps as I lay her on the bed, and something primal surges through me at the sight of her there, exactly where she belongs. She’s presenting for me, begging for me, and the knowledge that she wants this—wants me—makes my head spin. “Please.”
The part of me that remembers board meetings and quarterly reports tries to surface, to remind me that she’s my employee, that this crosses every professional line we’ve drawn. But her omega calls to something deeper, something that recognises her as mine .
Her small frame looks so beautiful, so perfect, as she lays there on all fours, tempting me. She’s fully clothed—sadly—but, fuck, is she delightful.
My hands fist in the sheets beside her head as I hover over her, trying to hold onto one last thread of sanity.
“Emmeline.” My voice comes out wrecked, barely human. “If we start this—if I let go—I won’t be able to stop.”
I should take her home.
I should do this properly.
Her response is to bare her throat, a primal offering that makes my vision blur red at the edges. Her scent spikes, her omega keens, and every restraint I’ve built collapses.
“Don’t want you to stop, Alpha,” she whispers, and I let out the deepest growl I ever have. The sound she makes in return—this high, desperate keen—seals our fate.
“Need you.” Her voice cracks on the words, and something in my chest tightens. “Please, Alpha.”
She asked for this. She asked for me .
I can’t hold back the growl that rips from my throat, not when she smells like this, not when she’s begging so sweetly, pleading for me . My hands tremble as I reach for her clothes, and I force myself to be gentle, force my alpha to listen to me.
We need to be careful.
To not give in completely to the haze creeping at the edges of my mind.
But Emmeline has other ideas. She whines, frustrated, and starts tearing at her own clothes, uncaring of the sound of the fabric of her underwear ripping as she rives at them.
Her thighs are gorgeous, red marks appearing as the omega fights herself. The sight of her desperation, her need, makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
“Let me,” I demand, my voice rough as I hear her pained whine. “I’ll take care of you, little omega. That’s what I’m here for.”
She stills instantly at my words, and, fuck, if that doesn’t do things to my alpha. Her submission, her trust, when I know how hard she fights to prove herself...
It’s a gift I don’t deserve.
But she is mine, and I will not fail her.
“You’re such a good omega, Emmeline.” I sigh out the words, gently pushing on the small of her back so she lays back down, presenting herself to me once more.
Her pretty little pussy is on display, and my rut pounds through my veins, demanding I take, claim, mark—but I won’t.
Not yet.
Not until I’ve worshipped every inch of her first.
Not until I’ve earned it.
I snap the threads of her underwear at each side and shove the fabric of her torn panties into my pocket. I spread her ass cheeks, unable to stop the deep inhale of breath as I press my face into her slick-coated cunt.
I thought I smelled like honey, but, fuck me, Emmeline produces the god’s nectar. I devour her slick, my tongue lapping away as she pants and moans, as she pleads and begs.
I don’t hear her. Not really.
Not when my tongue is working overtime to make sure not a single drop is missed.
I could survive on her pussy alone for the rest of my life.
It’s the only sustenance I could ever need.
I wrap my arms around her and flip her over so that she’s no longer on her knees. Her blue eyes are wide with a frenzied need, and I don’t hesitate in pushing her hips against my face, making sure every part of her sensitive little pussy is touching me. Her clit brushes against the bridge of my nose, and every single lap of her slick has her moving and shuddering as her orgasm builds.
I need to hear her scream my name.
I need to fully claim her as mine.
Every shred of control I have left zeroes in on one goal: making her feel good. Making her fall apart on my tongue before I give in to the burning need to claim her completely.
She’s beautiful. The sounds she makes are captivating, and every part of my body pulsates with her need.
Her skin is soft.
Her breathing heavy.
“Please, Alpha, please,” Emmeline begs, rocking her hips into my face, grinding down as hard as she can with her clit against my nose.
Another high-pitched moan leaves her throat, and my alpha growls into her pussy. She shrieks, gripping my hair, pulling tightly on my curls, desperately trying to get me inside her.
I wish I could give her what she wants, but my head will not fit inside her, no matter how much she tries. Instead, I move one hand from where it was holding her in place, and let it take my tongue’s place.
She protests, a garbled rush of annoyance, but I silence her when my tongue circles the bundle of nerves.
Her pulse races under my lips, and I growl at the way she arches into me. My finger is encased in her warmth, in her scent, as she clenches around me.
I already know based on her pleas that one finger is not enough to satisfy her.
And, honestly, it’s not enough for me either.
But I can’t fuck her—I can’t claim her or fill her with my seed—until I get to taste every drop of her slick as she erupts in ecstasy.
Nothing tastes better than the gush of fluids from an omega mid-orgasm.
And with how delicious Emmeline tastes now , I can’t fucking wait.
My cock is so hard, the zipper is practically cutting into my skin as I taste my mate, but I don’t give a fuck.
Nothing can compare to her pleasure.
Not even my own.
“I know what you need,” I snarl as she begs again. My words come out darker than intended, but she just shivers, spreading her legs wider, giving me permission to do whatever I want to her. “Let me take care of you first.”
I need it.
I want to savour this.
Need to memorise every inch of her.
As I ease a second finger inside of her, she goes wild. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, her whole body shaking as I worship her with my mouth and hand. Every gasp, every moan, every desperate buck of her hips is the reward I never knew I needed.
I could spend hours between her thighs, tasting her, feeling her fall apart, building her ecstasy.
When I slide another finger inside her, she screams out. Her back arches off the bed, her pussy pressing towards my touch so desperately.
“Alpha, please, I’m so close?—”
I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her see stars, and suck hard on her clit. The combination proves too much—she cries out, her whole body tensing, and then— fuck .
She squirts all over my hand, her release dripping out. I growl in satisfaction as she drenches my face, and my alpha preens at her response.
Emmeline is crying, sobbing out her praises and thanks, as she clenches and tenses her walls around me. My tongue doesn’t slow down, desperately trying to drink up every drop of her release—of the pleasure that I have given her.
Emmeline Whitmore is one of the most competent women I’ve met. She’s risen through Opus faster than many alphas have and worked harder at her job than anyone I’ve ever known.
She’s a strong, capable omega who has never proven to need an alpha.
But, in this moment, where she’s surrendered her trust to me, letting someone like me take control…
My alpha and I can’t take it.
She’s fucking everything.
The sun, the moon, the stars… the entire fucking universe.
And if her pussy juice could replace water, we’d all be a lot happier.
She’s still shaking, still coming, when I push a fourth finger inside her.
Her walls clamp down around my fingers as another wave hits her, and the sound she makes—this broken, desperate sob of pleasure—nearly makes me lose my mind.
She’s perfect in every single fucking way, and I’m just the lucky fucker that fate chose to be with her.
I don’t pull away, but I do loosen my hold on her, giving my sweet little omega the chance to take control, to take what she needs. Her scent is sweet, the heat between us burning, and as she slowly collapses back onto the bed, her pulse seems to speed up once more.
My cock is still straining against my pants, and it’s almost painful at how hard it is to hold back my need for her.
“Alpha.” Her voice is hoarse from screaming, but the need in it hasn’t lessened. If anything, she sounds more desperate than she did when I was bringing her to orgasm. “Need more.”
More?
I press gentle kisses to her inner thighs, soothing the trembles that still wrack her body, careful to stay away from anywhere that might cause her to be too sensitive.
“Please.” Her begging is so pretty and exactly what my alpha needs.
“Whatever you need, little omega,” I promise.
“Want—” She struggles up onto her elbows, her blue eyes darker than usual, as they fixate on my body. Her pupils dilate, and, fuck, if the hungry look on her face doesn’t make my cock throb painfully against the zipper.
It’s like she’s undressing me with her eyes.
“Need to taste you. Want your cock in my mouth, Alpha.” A bit of drool escapes her mouth, and it shouldn’t be as fucking sexy as it is.
A growl rips from my throat at her words. My rut surges, my dick throbbing. My alpha demands I give her what she wants, and I don’t even bother trying to fight against him.
She lets her head flop back onto the bed, whimpering, as she grinds against nothing.
“What do you need, baby?”
“Need you inside me. Want you to fill me up, breed me, knot me—fuck, Alpha, I can’t decide. I need you.”
Her desperation, her pleas, makes my vision blur red. Every word she speaks chips away at my control, at my ability to think beyond claiming her.
I just want to give her everything she could ever want.
I want to make her come over and over and live the rest of my life between her thighs.
The only music I want to hear is her begs and moans.
The only life I want to live is one by her side.
“Need both,” she pleads, her voice breaking, as she tries to grab me from where she’s lying. “Want to swallow your cum, want to feel you coat my throat, but, fuck—need you inside me, too. Need your knot, Alpha, please.”
“Such a confused little omega,” I drawl out, my voice husky and full of need for. If she can’t decide, then my alpha will choose for her.
I grip her thighs once more, ready to take control, but there’s a small part of me… a sadistic part, maybe, that enjoys watching her struggle. Seeing her omega fighting with need—a need for me , at that—is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“Tell me what you want first, omega,” I growl out. “You can have it all, I promise. Just tell me where to start.”
“Want you to use my mouth, Alpha,” Emmeline decides, her voice still trembling, her scent still rich with her desire. “Need to taste you. Need to swallow your seed.”
My hands tighten on her thighs, and I wish I had the control to ask if she was sure, to check that she wants this.
Instead, I don’t hesitate in unzipping my pants and kicking them off my body. The way she licks her rosy red lips is tantalising, and as I shrug out of my boxers, she eagerly sits up on the bed.
She’s so small, but the thick scent of her lust clouds my brain like fog on a cloudy day.
Emmeline’s gaze sharpens with determination, and it replaces some of her earlier hesitation. My omega is coming back to herself, even through her heat, and my chest tightens as my cock bounces free.
Her lips part. “Beautiful.”
I grin, kneeling on the edge of the bed, advancing towards her. She doesn’t hold back, immediately wrapping her hands around my cock. There’s something satisfying in noting how tiny her hands are and how big she makes me look in comparison.
“Let me take care of you, too,” I demand, not giving her a choice. She’s already trying to pull me towards her, to get me into her mouth.
Her hold on me is tight and gripping, exactly how I like it.
She whines. “Taste you. Need your cum.”
“Then you best listen.” I already know how I want to position us, how I want this to play out. “I want to keep tasting you while you?—”
“Yes,” she interrupts, her scent spiking with renewed need. “Please, Alpha. Taste me.”
She drops her hold on my cock, and I bite back my growl. Instead, I move carefully, hyper-aware of my size as I arrange us on the bed.
She’s so small compared to me, and it’s a lot harder to get into the position I want because of that. She can’t rest on my face comfortably with me lying down, not when also taking me deep in her throat.
My alpha surges forward, a desperate protective instinct taking hold as we work to make our mate comfortable.
We might not have given her time to make a nest.
We might not have done this in the right way.
But there’s no fucking way we’re going to let her be uncomfortable when she’s pleasuring us.
No fucking way.
This omega is perfect.
She’s mine.
She’s everything.
“Good girl,” I praise, running my hand down her spine as I lift her onto my chest. I’m lying down flat on the bed, but the blankets are shoved underneath my hips, raising me on the bed.
This puts Emmeline at an angle, so she can ride my face and let me fuck her throat, all without hurting her head.
Instead it’s my back that will pay the price.
Exactly as it should be.
The trust she’s placing in me... it’s overwhelming. This strong, capable omega who never backs down letting me take control, letting me decide what we do and how we do it.
I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of it.
Starting with now—with drawing another orgasm out of her, whilst giving her the seed she’s been begging for.
My omega deserves everything her heart could want.
“Fuck yes.” My chest vibrates as I growl low in my throat, her warm mouth taking me deep. She doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t pause, until I’m deep in her throat.
She’s so warm, so wet, as she sucks me in.
Fuck .
I don’t have to think as she presses into my face, my mouth opening for her to use, as I thrust my hips forward ever so slightly. The gagging and spluttering from my omega lasts for barely a second before she breathes through her nose and relaxes her throat.
I can feel the change within her, and she just lets me take control. I hold her hips to help stabilise her and thrust back and forth whilst letting my tongue work in tandem.
My omega doesn’t fight me.
She doesn’t protest.
She just lets me use her body for my own pleasure.
I can’t help the growls of contentment as I fuck back and forth. Every time I push just deep enough, she dribbles over my knot, and her lips brush against the sensitive flesh.
I don’t know what is better—drowning in her slick or the burning of my knot every time she taunts me with a touch.
It doesn’t take long for her orgasm to overtake her, but she doesn’t slow, she doesn’t back down. A second orgasm hits, my face soaked beyond belief, but I refuse to give in.
Her jaw must be aching, but her moans and whines encourage me to keep going.
To use her.
To fill her up with my cum like she’s asked for.
As her fourth orgasm of the night soaks my face, I can’t hold myself back from erupting down her throat. My greedy girl cuts off her airway, choking on my pulsating cock and spurts of cum, as she holds me in place, drinking down every ounce she can get.
I don’t get the chance to recover, not before she pulls off me with a plopping sound. My eyes fly open just in time for her to turn around and straddle me.
“Emmeline—” I’m cut off as she sinks all the way down my shaft, not hesitating or giving her pussy time to adjust.
And holy fuck is this the place to be.
I thought her mouth was good.
I never imagined it would get this much better.
She’s warm, soft, tight . So fucking tight. It’s like her walls are doing a fucking workout, and my dick is the weight. Tightening and loosening, she rocks herself back and forth.
My vision darkens, red tingeing the edges, as we give in to our baser desires. All I know is how good this feels—how good she feels.
My brain has short-circuited.
My control gone.
Fractured.
Never to return.
I think my cock has a mind of its own—either that or my wily omega is controlling it herself. I’ve never been so fucking hard, never been so aroused, so sensitive… so full of desire for my partner.
Damn, do I never want my time in this holy temple to end.
I lose track of how many orgasms she has.
Of how many times I pump my cum into her.
We don’t stop. I don’t think we can. Our bodies don’t want to let go of the other. Her lips are so soft, her ass supple, and the way her tits feel with my mouth around them is heaven .
The only downside is the tingling need of my knot, the desperation I have to sink fully into her, to hold her to my chest, as I lock us together for hours. As we connect, fully.
My teeth ache, but more than that, my jaw is burning as I clench it together so tightly. I can’t bite her, no matter how badly my alpha wants it.
No matter how badly my omega pleads for it.
She keeps tossing her hair around, trying to showcase her long, bare neck.
Trying to entice me into taking her last thread of freedom away.
I can’t.
I won’t.
Doing this… even my alpha knows it would be unforgivable.
It would break her—break me .
“I need you to come, baby,” I command, and when she shakes her head, trying to refuse me, I don’t hesitate in snarling at her, putting as much of my dominance into this bark as I physically can. “Come for your alpha. Now, Omega.”
The pressure of her orgasm rips through her, and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream of pleasure. She clenches around me so tightly I think my knob is about to snap in half through each pulsing of my own orgasm. I moan, grunting as I thrust into her, stretching her that much further.
My orgasm feels perfect, but as her pussy stretches to take my knot, the pleasurable pressure is life-changing.
She gasps, falling silent, as soon as my knot is fully situated inside of her.
I grin as she rests her head against my chest, and I wrap my arms around my little mate. Her face is sweaty, our skin clammy where we connect, but we’re both shuddering and shaking as we come down from our collective highs.
“Thank you, Alpha,” she murmurs. Her words are drowsy, and she’s so content.
I smooth her hair out of her face, carefully rearranging us so that she can remain comfortable. We’re in a spooning position right now, and I wrap myself fully around her back, holding her to my chest, cradling her in close.
As I run my hands up and down her side, her breathing evens out, and she lets sleep claim her.
My heart slows, following the beat of hers, as I let the hold she has on my soul claim me for sleep, too.
How can I protect her from her dreams if I’m stuck here awake?
I can’t.
E mmeline’s asleep next to me, her body covered in bruises that make my stomach revolt. My fingers have left marks on her hips. My handprint lingers on her throat in an angry red stain. Marks of my lack of control.
But she’s purring.
Purring in her sleep, so soft and content, her body curled around mine like I’m something good. Like I’m someone safe.
All I feel is sick. Wracked with guilt.
I should’ve been more careful.
I should’ve looked after her better.
I should’ve…
“Alpha,” she murmurs, and, within seconds, the room is drenched with her thick, sweet scent as my omega starts to wake. I feel myself harden under her wandering touch, my body already preparing to sate our omega’s heat.
I’m captive to my omega’s wants.
To her needs.
And my alpha… well, he’s not even trying to fight the siren’s call.
She wanted this, he tries to remind me. She chose this—chose me. She told me yes before she was lost to her heat… before my rut took hold.
I run my fingers through her hair, watching her stir, her lips parting on a breath. A faint smile curves her mouth, and something inside me clenches painfully. I should have given her a nest, a place to feel safe.
I exhale shakily, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. She is not a mistake. She is not something I should regret.
But I will be better for her.
I will do my best to deserve her.
“I’m here, little omega.”
Her eyes fly open, and as she leans in to lick my nipple, my scent matches hers, and the rut overtakes me once more. I can’t fight it.
I don’t even bother trying.
My vision darkens, my knot growing, and I’m ready just as fast as she is. When her hips straddle my own, and her wet heat rubs back and forth over my cock, I lean forward and take her nipple into my mouth.
Biting, teasing, licking.
I do everything to keep my mouth busy and focused on not claiming her pretty little throat.
I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.
But I know she’s something I can’t have.
Not truly.
“Fuck me, Alpha,” she pleads, writhing back and forth over me. “Fill me with your seed, Alpha. Make me yours.”
I moan low in my throat, my chest vibrating, as I slam into her in one brutal thrust. She screams out, pure pleasure flooding through my veins as I let myself be overtaken by the rut.
By her.
M y knot is finally softening, my omega trembling in my arms as I carefully pull out of her. I don’t let go—I can’t. She’s mine.
My scent match.
My mate.
My omega.
She’s far more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined. Far sweeter than I deserve. And so much trust despite everything that’s wrong with me.
But I don’t deserve her. The marks on her body prove it. The exhaustion that has taken hold over her.
Emmeline has let me knot her four times in the past however long it’s been. The sky is brightening once more, the sun rising, even prettier than it was when we watched it set all those hours ago. We’ve spent the night together, exploring each other’s bodies, working through her heat and my rut.
She shudders in her sleep, curling around my body, whilst simultaneously trying to burrow into the blankets. There’s a content purr, and it tears something open inside of me.
I swallow hard, fighting the instinct to pull her closer, to bury my face in the scent of her and let sleep take me under once more.
My darling girl should’ve never been taken by me—not like this. She’s too small, too precious, for me to ever be trusted around her. I can’t keep her safe when I can’t control myself.
She should’ve had a nest, somewhere she felt safe and comfortable.
My parents would be ashamed.
I’m ashamed.
She should’ve been able to consent, to fully understand what she was offering, what was at stake, before I took her the way I did.
I’ve tried to convince myself that she agreed. That she understood the decision she made. But how could an omega as sweet as her ever withstand the monster I am?
I lift my hand, hovering just above her cheek. A strand of hair has fallen over her face, tangled in her lashes.
I want to tuck it away.
I want to touch her, just once more.
Instead, I curl my fingers into a fist and force myself to pull back.
I don’t deserve her. Don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.
To feel her warmth and her touch.
I’m cruel.
A vicious beast.
Someone who damages every good thing I touch.
Someone the world already fears because of the alpha within.
Emmeline stirs, shifting in her sleep and instinctively reaching for me. Even unconscious, she seeks me out, tucking herself against my chest, sighing softly in contentment.
I exhale, my throat tightening.
She doesn’t see the monster in me.
She should.
For a long moment, I let myself feel the warmth of her body against mine. Memorise the way she fits against me. Pretend, just for a second, that this isn’t all about to fall apart.
Then I ease my arm out from under her and slip out of bed.
She makes a small sound of protest, shifting in the sheets, her brow furrowing—but then she sighs again, settling back into sleep.
I hesitate in the doorway, my heart thudding hard against my ribs.
I shouldn’t leave her like this.
But staying?
That would be the cruelest thing I could do.
I let out a slow, shaking breath and step into the hallway.
I don’t look back.