Captured Omega

Chapter 17

Emmett

“So, this is uh…”

I clear my throat, looking at the closed door, which is right across from Olly’s room.

I know it shouldn’t matter. But I can’t shake the feeling that it does matter to me. Not that I think Olly would get up in the middle of the night and wander over here, to Auryn’s room, but…

What would stop her from wandering to his? And why do I care if she does in the first place? I’m pretty sure even if she climbed into bed with him, he wouldn’t touch her. Not in the way I would if she wandered into my bed…

Olly’s just…built differently than the rest of us. Honestly, he’s the safest to be around if you’re an omega in heat, that’s for sure. I’m pretty sure he’s never had a girlfriend—or boyfriend, because hey, I don’t judge—and I’m pretty sure aside from what I witnessed, he’s not exactly as experienced with people in general as he is with dead bodies and medical bullshit.

But still, my alpha feels uncomfortable as shit knowing he’ll be practically ten feet away from Auryn.

A low growl escapes me but I shake it off, because the last thing I want is for Auryn to think I’m pissed off at her.

Far from it.

“Where you’ll be staying, I guess.”

She glances at me from the side, and even though she barely comes up to my chest, somehow that look makes her seem ten feet tall.

Like she’s judging me.

She has every right to, I guess. I haven’t been winning any prizes for the welcoming committee here.

“And where are you stationed?”

she asks carefully. I nod two doors down.

“Room at the end of the hall.”

“That’s Gage—”

I point to the room next to hers on the same side.

“And whose is that?”

she asks, nodding to the room across from us. My lips purse as I debate lying, but what good would it do? I want her to trust us, and lying won’t get me anywhere.

And maybe Gage’s words weigh on me a little too heavily. You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.

“Olly’s,”

I say, coughing his name because fuck, it does piss me off.

If I’m being honest, he’s always pissed me off with his superiority complex. Always acting like he’s smarter than me. Better than me.

He’s not. But, still…

Auryn smirks at me before pointing to the room next to Olly’s. “Which means that’s Diego?”

I nod, and she smiles.

“Well, don’t just stand there, Emmett. Open the door.”

I roll my eyes, biting my tongue. The desire to tell her to fuck right off strikes, but I ignore it.

This omega shouldn’t bait me the way she does, but fuck, I want to take it. I want to take the carrot that she dangles, and I don’t even fucking like carrots.

“Is that an order, Auryn?”

I say her name, letting it lay on my tongue for a second longer than I should.

I’ve seen alphas preen in victory. Hell, I’ve done it myself, after trying cases, so I know the sight well enough to know that’s exactly what Auryn is doing when I push open the door.

But omegas don’t preen. They bask in adoration and attention. They’re needy little things that desire touch and soft nests and warm arms.

Auryn, I take it, would throw all of that shit out the window in favor of looking at me like I’m the dirt on the bottom of her fucking shoe.

Or socks, since we clearly don’t have shoes small enough to fit her tiny feet. Maybe I should head out tomorrow and see if I can actually find her some clothes and things that would fit her.

Granted, the oversized sweats and Gage’s boxy shirts don’t look bad on her, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a pair of pants that actually fit and a bra.

Though the thought lands, and I look at her, standing in the doorway and it’s fairly obvious the chill has gotten to the both of us, judging by the stiff peaks that are demanding my attention through her gray shirt.

“Your carriage awaits, princess,”

I say with a grin.

You can do this, Em. It’s just showing her to her room. It’s not an invitation.

Auryn takes two steps towards me, the both of us standing in her doorway. Due to my size, I take up a good bit of the space, and though there is more than enough room for her to slide through, she doesn’t take it. Instead, she pushes past me, giving me that fierce gaze that is nothing but a challenge. She scoffs, flashing those big brown eyes at me, and a low growl emanates from me again.

My body tenses because it’s a gaze that almost feels threatening, and I get the heaviest whiff of peppercorn.

What the fuck?

“Thanks,”

she says apathetically, as if she doesn’t care for anything. Especially me.

I nod. “Welcome.”

She pushes past me and saunters into the room. I watch as she steps towards the center, as her tiny ass jiggles from the motion, and try my hardest to ignore the thick scent filling my lungs. Sometimes I wonder if she even realizes when she’s perfuming, or if it’s just some response to our presence that she can’t control.

Most omegas can control their desire. They don’t perfume unless they feel they are safe and in the presence of a viable mate because they don’t want to signal the wrong person. But I’ve seen the rare occasion where omegas can’t control the signal. Usually in cases of abuse.

The thought lands like a heavy thud in my head.

Is…is that why she is so combative? It’s not something I’d thought about, but if she really doesn’t know what she’s doing, it could be an indicator, so I decide to break the silence and do what I should not fucking do.

“Do you know you’re perfuming right now?”

I ask carefully. I don’t move from my spot at the door.

She turns to me, those big dark eyes finding my gaze as her brows furrow.

“Huh?”

I shift my position, if only to quell my cock which loves the smell of peppercorn as much as it does the smell of lemongrass, apparently.

Though there isn’t any lemon for miles in this thick, heated space.

Is it hot in here, or am I having some sort of panic attack? I haven’t had one since I came to this damn pack, but it feels oddly similar.

I clear my throat. “Perfuming. You know, when you release all those sweet-smelling scents that say, ‘Hey, baby, check me out, I’m an omega’?”

She scoffs at me. “I think I’d know if I was perfuming,”

she bites.

So that’s a no, then.

“You are,”

I say carefully. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Something in her gaze shifts, and she crosses her arms. “Well, I’m not trying to…to…signal anything.”

I nod. “Noted. I’ll just, uh…This is awkward, so I’m going to go.”

Though I want to turn around, I can’t. I feel frozen under her gaze, her spicy scent filling my lungs. The need to touch myself is prevalent, but I won’t do it in front of her. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. All I’ve done thus far is give her the wrong idea, and I’d like to actually walk away with my sanity and my neck intact for once.

“If, uh…if you need anything, I’ll be—”

“Wait,”

she says, huffing out in annoyance. I stop just before my foot is out the door.

“What? Is there something you need or—”

I watch her expression shift, her lips twisting as if she wants to say something, but thinks better of it. Instead, she sighs.

“What—”

She crosses her arms, not bothering to look at me. “What do I smell like?”

It’s the strangest question, and I can’t tell if it’s a trap, or if she really has no clue.

How could she be an omega and not know?

I slide my hands in my pants if only to nonchalantly shift my stupid cock, so she doesn’t notice.

“Um…well,”

I push off the door and carefully step foot inside but keep my distance. I don’t want her to feel threatened. I want her to feel safe. That’s my job as an alpha, after all.

To make sure my omega is safe, cared for.

The thought stops me in the center of her room. I have to remind myself she’s not my omega. She’s a target. A job.

But Gage’s words reverberate in my head as I look at her. All five foot three of her, swimming in boxy clothes with that dark hair falling around her shoulders and those big eyes, those perfectly plump lips.

She’s more than that.

I think I’ve known that since I saw her in the cave. She’s more than she appears to be, and part of me is agitated by that because if she’s different…

I don’t know how to control her. Not that I make a habit of controlling women, but when it comes to rescues and jobs, I have to be in control of the situation. We all do, unless we want to end up six feet under. Our clients pay us a lot of money to fetch their omegas, and utilizing my alpha instincts to make them listen is part of the gig.

But Auryn doesn’t respond to my alpha like a typical omega, and that also intrigues the fuck out of me.

I’ve slept with enough omegas in my thirty-two years of life that I know how omegas are supposed to respond, and the fact Auryn just…says and does what she wants and has no fear of me, it’s…

Well, it’s fucking hotter than it should be. Because she should be afraid of me.

But as I stand in front of her, gazing down at her defiant expression, I am not altogether certain she won’t choke me out right here, and the thought makes my cock twitch. Again.

I suck in a deep breath and breathe her in. That spicy, mouthwatering scent is layered with something else.

Cinnamon. No lemons or sunshine. Only cinnamon and peppercorn.

“You smell like hot cinnamon and spicy peppercorn,”

I say. “It’s a weird combination, not going to lie, but—”

She huffs out a grunt and tightens her arms.

“It’s not sweet,”

she says with disdain. “Omegas are supposed to be sweet.”

The way she says the words makes me feel like she isn’t talking to me, but rather remembering the words of someone else.

“Auryn?”

I call her name, but she won’t look at me. She stares at the bed, at the floor. Her arms shiver, and I note the goosebumps there.

“Omegas are supposed to be nice,”

she murmurs, and the look on her face is what does me in.

I reach out without thinking and settle my hand on her arm, and she jumps.

“Hey.”

She flashes her gaze up at me and stills.

“It’s not a bad smell,”

I say, chewing my lip. “It’s just…”

My fingers move along her arm carefully, feeling her skin. She feels cold, and I realize the thermostat in here is set to fucking sixty-eight degrees, like the rest of our rooms. Well, save for Olly. He doesn’t run hot like we do.

Alphas are like fucking furnaces because we’re built for our omegas. We’re built for nesting. Betas aren’t hot. Their body temps are closer to a lukewarm bath than a furnace.

Omegas seek warmth because they’re built differently. Smaller, blood flows differently. They’re always cold, which is why it isn’t odd to see one in a sweater in the middle of summer. They crave the warmth only we, their alphas, can provide.

“Different,”

I say, my voice strangely soft. The desire to purr is overwhelming, so I don’t fight it.

She wrinkles her nose, looking up at me.

“What?”

I ask, a smirk grazing my lips. She hasn’t pushed me off of her. My fingers still trace lazy lines along her skin, and one glance shows the goosebumps have faded.

“You don’t smell terrible, either,”

she says, a faint laugh in her voice.

“Oh yeah? What do I smell like?”

I grin. “Sexy alpha meat?”

She rolls her eyes. “Burnt cherries.”

She licks her lips as I raise an eyebrow.

“Burnt fruit? What the fuck?”

She laughs, and the sound settles something inside of me.

“I told you it’s not a bad smell,”

she says, and I realize she’s closer to me. My hand moves up her arm to her shoulder. I squeeze it lightly. Her gaze holds mine. “It’s…sweet, but smokey. Tart but fiery. I don’t hate it.”

I laugh. “Oh, you don’t hate it, huh?”

She giggles.

“Guess I should take that as a compliment, but—”

I lean down just a fraction, capturing her gaze. Her eyes look alight, curious. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to not hate me.”

“I may not hate you,”

she says softly. “But the jury is still out on whether or not I like you.”

And just like that, Auryn puts me in my place, and I can’t help but grin. The scent of cinnamon invades my senses.

“Mm, well, you're perfuming again, so I think it’s safe to say you like me just a little bit.”

Her cheeks flush, and she almost looks mad. My hand slides down to her waist, and she doesn’t push me away. Instead, a soft whimper escapes her throat.

“And you’re whimpering when I touch you, so—”

“I am not,”

she whispers, but her gaze stays fixated on me, and I can see her pupils dilate.

I know I should leave her alone if she’s bracing for a heat wave.

But the alpha in me is enticed, and I don’t want to leave her alone. I want to be here for her. To help her.

That’s all I’ve wanted since we found her, but she seems to prefer everyone but me.

Even a beta.

“Are too,”

I challenge.

A low growl escapes my throat, and she presses her body against me. Her hand settles on my hip, and she squeezes, nearly clawing at my side.

“You’re growling,”

she says, her voice thick and hazy.

“Am not,”

I whisper, even though I know it’s a lie.

“Alphas only growl when they are threatened,” she says.

“Not true,”

I shake my head, and her eyebrows furrow. “We growl for lots of reasons. When we’re threatened, when we’re pissed off…”

I lick my lips. “When we’re turned on.” I shrug. “When we’re trying to catch the attention of a pretty omega.”

She scoffs. “You think I’m pretty, Emmett?”

I know I should tread lightly with Auryn, but I’ve never been known to be careful and cautious. That’s Gage’s job. He’s the brains; Diego and I are the brawns. Olly’s the peacekeeper.

And maybe it’s because I’ve lived my life on the edge, but being held under Auryn’s scrutinous gaze makes me feel challenged in a whole new way.

“No.”

I watch her eyebrows furrow and her lips frown as if she is truly hurt by my words. I shake my head and grasp her chin with my hand, holding her still. She tries to move, but I don’t let her, and she huffs out an angry growl.

“I think you’re fucking beautiful, baby,”

I tell her, and she stills. The faintest puff of tart lemons fills my nose along with the spicy peppercorn and hint of cinnamon.

My mouth waters.

“Really?”

she asks, her voice almost small. Both her hands squeeze my hips, and my cock twitches against her. She sucks in a breath as I lower my head to meet her gaze full on.

“Really,”

I whisper. Her gaze flashes from my eyes to my lips. A heavy dose of perfume fills the air as she whines.

“What’s wrong?”

I ask, the words that follow completely of their own accord, make me feel more threatened and vulnerable than any spicy omega. “How can I make it better?”

Auryn bites her lip and digs her nails into me through the fabric of my shirt.

“Emmett…”

she sighs, her voice full of pain and desire.

“Just say the word, baby. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

I lean my forehead against hers, needing her to understand. “All you have to do is ask.”

She squints in pain and whimpers.

“K-kiss me?”

she asks, unsure.

“Is that what you want?”

I ask, rubbing my fingers along her jaw, tilting her up to meet my mouth. “You want me to kiss you?”

She nods, eyelashes fluttering, her sweet and spicy scent sticking to my skin, in my lungs…everywhere.

I kiss her without a second thought. Her lips are soft and warm, and she tastes like lemon pepper. It’s not sweet, but then again, nothing about Auryn is sweet.

And I don’t think I’d like her as much if she was sweet, if I’m being honest.

She kisses me back, tiny fingers pulling me against her with a force that no omega should possess. It’s the second time she’s done that. Shown her strength to be stronger than what it should be.

And I like it too much to let it go, though clearly I should. I should also tell Gage about this development.

Maybe even Olly, but…

For the moment, I want to keep it to myself. I want a piece of Auryn for me.

I can’t help but purr in contentment.

“Harder,”

I bite out against her lips as I place one hand against her throat and the other on her hip. “If you want to claw me, baby, fucking do it.”

She breaks away, staring up at me with dilated eyes, wide with surprise.

“What?”

I ask, noting my cock already starting to moisten just from the little bit of pain. “I can take you,”

I say with a snicker, trying to be humorous, but something shifts in Auryn’s gaze.

“Is that a challenge, Emmett?”

I grin, squeezing her throat. “Only if you want it to be, Auryn.”

I half expect her to push me away and tell me off, while the other half hopes she’ll take my bait.

And she does.

She pushes me. Hard. So hard I stumble back as she stalks towards me, teeth exposed as she snarls at me.

“You think you can take me, huh?”

she snaps. I move backward until I hit the edge of the bed, and she lunges forward, knocking me back as she places her hand around my throat. I scoot back up onto the bed, and she comes with me from the motion.

My breath catches in my throat as she climbs on top of me, hand still poised around my neck, fury in her eyes.

I chuckle. “Aww, is that all you got, sweetheart? A little claw and a little squeeze?”

I thrust up against her, the heat rising between us from my body temp and hers alone.

I can feel her heat, which is…strange.

She should be cold, but her temperature seems to fluctuate as much as her mood and her scent. It’s almost like she’s two different people in one sometimes, and I never know who I’m going to get.

I kind of dig that, though.

She straddles me as she squeezes my throat, and I grab her by the hips and roll us both until I’m on top of her, and she growls. Her hands rake down my chest, and her pupils are fully blown.

I make no move to grind against her, though I can feel her thrusting up, trying to do so.

“Look at the little kitty all pissed off,”

I tease her. “You’re cute when you’re pissy, you know that?”

Her legs wrap around my waist, and she grabs my hips, and with all her might, she pushes me forward until my back hits the pillows and brings her mouth to my neck. I chuckle, because fuck, she’s so easy to rile up.

“And I like you better when you aren’t talking,”

she says as she crushes her mouth to mine. Her legs pin me as her hands rove down my chest until they rest on the exposed skin from my shirt flying up.

I kiss her back with a groan as she drives her tongue in my mouth. I settle my hands on her hips, one hand sliding over her ass.

“Is that so?”

I breathe against her lips before I push her back, upending her once more.

The bed beneath us is no longer a bed, but a boxing ring.

We scramble and push, claw and bite at one another until we’re both hot and sweaty and panting heavily. I remove my shirt if only from the heat and don’t miss the way her gaze roves over me. She looks slowly, licking her lips as her gaze settles on the evident bulge in my pants.

“See something you like, princess?”

I taunt her. She removes her shirt without a word, her breasts bouncing from the motion.

“No,”

she says bitterly, and I hate that I flinch from her words. No? What the fuck?

She glares at me in judgment, biting her fingernail as she says, “Kind of hard to formulate an opinion if I can’t see everything.”

She shrugs.

I know she can see just fine. Cheeky little bitch.

“If you want to see my cock, Auryn, all you have to do is ask.”

She grins, leaning forward on the bed. “Where’s the fun in that?”

She stalks me on the bed, her gaze pinning me. “I’d rather make you beg.”

Fuck me to hell.

“That’s cute. You think you can make an alpha beg, huh?”

I grab her by the ankle, upending her once again, and pull her sweatpants off with one motion. She mewls, then growls, and the minute they are off, I smell her arousal, thick and potent. It makes my cock weep with precum and my mouth water.

“I’m going to make you beg for this cock,”

I tell her. “I know you want it; I can smell how fucking turned on you are right now.”

“Am not,”

she bites, but there is humor to it.

Oh, so the little firecracker wants to play.

Game on, Auryn.

I grab both her ankles in one wrist as I stare at her, tracing my free hand down her thigh. I know if she didn’t want this, she’d fight me. And right now, she’s not fighting me one fucking bit.

Her mouth might be full of venom, but her body is soft, warm, and giving me every indication she wants this.

Wants me.

My fingers hover near the apex of her entrance, and I take in the sight. Her glistening, pink folds steal my attention. I want to taste her, but I’m not going to do it until she begs me to. I want to hear her say it.

I run my finger up over her lips, and she shivers.

“If you want me to stop, Auryn, tell me,”

I say, noticing the way her body is trembling. I loosen my grip on her ankles, and she sucks in a breath.

“No, I don’t want you to, I just—”

I let her legs down, crawling over her to find her face. The scent of lemongrass is thick in the air, and she is trembling.

“Hey,”

I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. She follows my touch with ease. Too much ease. I like it better when she fights me, but right now, looking at the glistening glaze in her eyes, I think she needs more than a fight.

I think she needs assurance.

“It’s okay,”

I tell her, a strange tightness forming in my chest. “I don’t have to…we don’t have to—”

“You don’t want to,”

she says shakily.

Of course I do, but right now I’m getting a lot of mixed signals, and I need clear ones. I don’t want to hurt her or push her over a ledge I don’t know about.

My eyebrows furrow as the scent of lemongrass thickens in the air.

A deep purr escapes my throat of its own volition, and she whines. Her gaze catches mine for a moment, and all the fight is gone.

In its place is something else. Someone else.

“Of course I want to,”

I say in confusion. “Can you not feel this?”

I shift my position, not trying to grind on her, but trying to make her understand in the only way I know how that I do want her.

I’ve wanted her since I laid eyes on her. Since I smelled that lemongrass-sunshine scent in that dank-ass cave.

Since she fought my grip and pushed my fucking buttons.

She whimpers, turns her head away, and pushes me back.

No. No, no…This isn’t supposed to happen, we…

We were having fun, weren’t we? What happened? What did I do? How did I fuck this up? Again.

“That’s just biology,”

she bites. Her words are harsh, like she doesn’t believe beyond the physical component that this is something so much more. Deeper.

A bond between an alpha and his omega is a primal bond, but it’s also a deep one, too. When an omega perfumes, when she mates with someone she deems viable and good, it’s something that anchors your fucking soul.

You’d do anything for your omega, and she’d do anything for you. Her alpha.

I know I shouldn’t feel like this, and maybe that’s part of my problem.

I never thought I’d have an omega. It’s why I joined this pack. I’m thirty-two, which is old for an alpha to be omegaless. I should have a litter of fucking kids right now at my age, but…

I’ve never scent-matched an omega. I’ve never felt any sort of desire to knot an omega. Sure, I’ve found them attractive, and yeah, I’ve fucked enough omegas to know my way around pleasing them, but I’ve never wanted one the way I want Auryn.

I settle on my knees, adjusting my cock as she scrambles to the corner of the bed, pulling her legs up in front of her, looking terrified. I hate it. I hate seeing her afraid.

And all at once, something ignites in me as I crawl towards her. Slowly, never breaking her gaze.

“No, it’s not,”

I say softly. “I mean, it is, but…”

I swallow harshly as the words fall out of my mouth. “I don’t just want you because you’re an omega.”

She sniffles, and I think she’s going to shift personalities again. Tell me to back the fuck up. Claw at me, something, but she doesn’t. I grab her wrist, pulling her hand away, and that’s when I see them.

The scars all along her arm. I hadn’t noticed them before. My gaze follows the trail like breadcrumbs, and I realize they are everywhere. Like freckles, but more vicious.

Something about the sight both angers my alpha and makes me feel a sort of sympathy for her.

Did she do this to herself, or…?

“Stop looking at me like that,”

she says as she pulls her arm from my grasp.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m broken,”

she says, her voice tinged in a sob and growl.

“Is that what you think?”

I ask, grabbing her chin again and forcing her to face me. She tries to fight me, but I’m stronger than her at the moment.

That fact alone tells me all I need to know.

Auryn is complex.

She loves to fight me, but it’s not all she wants. It’s not all she needs.

“You are not broken, Auryn,”

I say, and she leans into my space. I take her arm with my free hand, dragging my thumb over one of her raised scars.

“You are a fighter,”

I tell her. “You are a vicious little thing, and you are stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Something passes in her eyes, something enticing. Wonderful.

Trust.

“These aren’t the scars of a broken omega,”

I say, trailing my fingers up her arm. “These are the scars of a fucking warrior.”

I drop her hand and give her my neck, which in itself is dangerous. As an alpha, we’re taught to never do such a thing, but something tells me right now, it’s the right move. So, I listen to that instinct.

“You see this?”

I point to the scar that’s still fresh, that still stings. “You did this,”

I tell her, my voice deep and sure.

I feel her fingers against my neck, tracing the spot. It stings only slightly.

“I did that,”

she murmurs.

“Damn right,”

I say, my voice darker than it should be. “And you can do it again, which is exactly why I fucking want you.”

She grabs my face, nails dragging across my jaw.

“You want me to hurt you, Emmett?”

she asks, her voice not as shaky as before.

A growl escapes me. “Fuck, yes, Auryn. I want you to do your worst.”

I grin at her. “I promise I can take it.”

“You really think you can take me, Emmett?”

she says, her voice back to the confident woman I know.

“I know I can,”

I say, kissing her. “The question is, Auryn: Can you take me?”

She grins back at me as she pushes me until my back is against the mattress, and within a flash, she is tearing my pants off.

“I don’t know,”

she says, roving her gaze over my now naked body. My cock bounces free, hard and wet.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,”

I tell her as she straddles me. I settle my hands on her hips and scoot down, until her pussy is right against my neck. My hands rest on her ass cheeks, and I look up at her, my gaze asking permission before my mouth does. She nods.

“Okay,”

she says, but before I can lift her, she holds a hand up.

“But this doesn’t change anything,”

she says, and I grin. We both know it does, but for the moment, I won’t fight her.

“Of course not,”

I say. “You can go back to hating me after I make you come all over my fucking face, okay, princess?”

She nods.

“I like you better when you don’t talk,”

she says as she lifts herself and smothers me with her pussy against my mouth, stopping me from breathing.

I can take the hint, so I do.

I feast on her like she’s a piece of cake left in the fridge, just for me.

My tongue slides along her wetness. She’s fucking soaked. My cock twitches, but I ignore it because the taste of her is like….

Lemon meringue pie.

Fuck me all to hell, I love lemon meringue pie.

She whines and whimpers with every lick, every bite of her clit. Her legs shake, and I hold her tighter. I remove one hand and slip not one but two fingers into her aching center as I lick and suck her clit, and she comes undone.

“Fucking hell, Emmett!”

She sounds mad, but also not mad.

Like she’s annoyed that I could get her to come so quickly, which only makes me grin. She tries to move, but I hold her still, my speech muffled against her heat. “Not done yet, princess.”

Before she can fight me I upend her onto her back and lace her ankles around my neck, and I stuff a third finger into her, working her up until I know she’s close, and then I pull back.

“What the hell! Don’t stop!”

she shrieks. I grin.

“Say please,”

I tell her, licking my lips.

“No,”

she says, her eyes full of mischief.

“Fine, then I–”

I motion to leave, but she grabs my head and pushes me down to her soaked folds and growls.

“I’m not asking you, Emmett, I’m ordering you.”

I laugh but say nothing as I drive my tongue back into her and bring to the edge again until she’s coming undone.

“So fucking bossy,”

I say as I let her legs go.

And that’s when I smell the scent of alpha that makes my own high on alert. I turn to see Gage standing in the doorway.

Oh, shit.