Chapter 42
This isn’t real.
I’m still asleep and this is all a cruel, taunting dream.
There’s no way he wants me.
Why would River be obsessed with me?
I’m not the kind of woman who inspires feverish devotion and battles with self-control.
We’re not scent matches.
He wanted me back when I was still a beta.
That last thought sends a thrill through me. River wanted me when he had nothing to gain from me. It wasn’t because I was an omega and he’s an alpha. It wasn’t because of how well I can take a knot and my scent.
It was just me.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, not meaning to say the words aloud. I raise my voice, frowning at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
River chuckles humorlessly. “I’m your boss, Camille. It would’ve been wrong.” His eyes drop to where my thighs are spread to accommodate him, my skirt ridden up and exposing the abundant pale flesh.
My cheeks burn, simultaneously wanting to yank the hem of my skirt back down to cover myself from his assessment, and pull it up further so he can see more.
His jaw works as he continues to stare, the hand gripping the desk inching closer to my thigh, but not touching me. “It’s still wrong. Nothing has changed.”
How can he say that? Everything has changed. His pack is courting me, and now he’s told me he wants me too. It hasn’t been dislike and jealousy holding him back, but him wanting to stay professional.
Before I can think better of it, my omega has me speaking, my words barely more than a whisper. “I want you.”
River’s eyes flash up to meet mine, the black of his pupils almost entirely engulfing his irises. A low warning growl rumbles in his chest. “We can’t.”
He’s right, but he’s so wrong.
I’m tired of playing by the rules.
I’m tired of stopping myself from wanting things so I don’t get hurt.
I’m tired of living my boring, lonely life where I’m safe, but never happy.
I drag my gaze down his body and back up, taking in all his coiled, lean strength, and the roiling energy of his alpha pressing against the cage he keeps it locked away in.
When my eyes meet his, I part my thighs further. “I don’t care.”
River scoffs. “You should. If anyone finds out about us, we’ll both get fired.” Despite his protest, his body leans closer to mine.
That should be a splash of cold water against my simmering desire, but his words fan the flames of the heat coursing through me.
“You’re right. We shouldn’t do this,” I breathe as I grab his tie and use it to tug him even closer.
“Tell me no, omega,” River rasps, his lips a hairsbreadth from brushing against mine.
I shiver. “I can’t do that, alpha.”
We move at once, our mouths colliding in a hot, hungry kiss. River’s hand tangles in my hair as his other grabs my hip, fingers sinking into my flesh with a possessive grip. His tongue slicks against the seam of my lips, demanding I open for him, and I obey, letting him devour me.
River’s desire slams into me as he takes what he wants, the power and truth of his words leaving my mind reeling. I can feel how much he’s wanted me, and my own suppressed attraction is set free with each swipe of his tongue against mine.
A needy whine escapes between kisses when I feel his cock, hard against my thigh. I reach toward it, desperate to touch him and hold the proof of his desire in my hand, but River tugs my hair, the sparks of pain-tinged pleasure and a low rumble from his chest a warning.
He pulls off my lips with an obscene wet pop, keeping my head angled back with his grip on my hair so I can’t do anything but look in his eyes.
My breath stutters as I take in his expression. The River I know is almost completely gone. In his place is a ravenous alpha, looking at me like I’m his latest meal.
“River…” His name from my lips is tinged with awe and trepidation.
“Shh, angel. You need to stay quiet.” He releases my thigh and slides his hand inward to cup my pussy. “Can you do that for me, omega?”
Oh fuck, this is happening.
A faint, logical part of me knows we should stop. We’re crossing a line we can’t take back. But slick gushes between my thighs, testing the strength of my absorbent panties, and my omega pushes back any thoughts other than begging this alpha to take what he wants from me.
“Y-yes,” I whisper, hips pressing forward into his touch. “I’ll be good for you, sir.”
I have no fucking clue where the “sir” came from because never once have I called him that as my boss, and my skin burns with embarrassment as his eyes widen.
A beat passes, and then he nods. “Yes. You will.”
He releases my hair so he can use both hands to tug down my panties. The scent of my perfume and arousal grows thick in the air and River growls again as he brings the slick-coated fabric up to his nose and inhales.
“You’ve been walking around the office all day smelling this good?” His voice is quiet, but there’s an edge of danger to it that makes me shiver.
“I… Yes?” Heat washes over my face like I’ve been caught doing something naughty.
“You’re lucky these work,” he murmurs, giving the panties another deep sniff before setting them aside. “If any of the alphas out there got even a hint of your sweet pussy, I’d have to kill them.”
My eyes go wide, even as my omega preens at the casual threat. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me, Camille,” River rasps, crowding me against the desk again and sliding two fingers down the soaked seam of my pussy and back up to tease my clit. “You’re my pack’s omega. This dripping cunt belongs to us. You belong to us.”
The way he says it is filthy and possessive, but it’s more than that.
It’s a claiming telling me I’m wanted. That I’m not an imposition or a problem for River, but something he wants for his pack. For himself. It’s a reassurance that I’m theirs.
“I.. I… oh, fuck,” I gasp as he slides two fingers inside me and presses upwards. My legs tremble as more slick drips out of me and onto his polished wood desk, and his lips curve into a wicked, knowing smirk.
“This is where my knot goes, omega.” River rubs against the spot again, his fingers perfect and not nearly enough.
My channel clenches against them, and he laughs as he presses his lips to my throat, rubbing insistently inside me.
“This is where I’m going to keep your hot little pussy locked on my cock as I pump you full of my cum. ”
“F-fuck, River,” I whimper, trying to stay as quiet as possible as pleasure builds far too fast, a train barreling towards me while he keeps me tied to the tracks.
River groans like he’s experiencing the same pleasure I am right now. “We’re going to keep you so full of cocks and knots and cum that you won’t remember what it feels like to be empty. That’s what you need, isn’t it? To be claimed by your pack again and again.”
I go molten, the thought of being theirs like that so powerful and perfect that it almost makes me come. “Yes. Please. Yes,” I beg, clinging to his shoulders as my pleasure builds and builds.
His chest rumbles at my words, and his lips descend to my shoulder, where the strap of my dress has fallen down.
“Such a good omega. So perfect, angel.”
I’m not sure he meant for me to hear the words. They’re so quiet and a stark contrast to his dirty teasing.
My head falls back as he scrapes his teeth against my shoulder, and my orgasm hangs right on the precipice. “Please,” I gasp, gripping the back of his head to hold it in place.
“What do you need?” River pants, voice strained with desire. His clothed cock grinds against my thigh as he subtly seeks his own pleasure. “Tell me. I’ll give it to you. Anything you need.”
I want him to take out that hot, hard cock and fill me up like he’s promised he will. I want him to knot me right here on his desk. I want…
My omega rises to the surface, knowing exactly what will push me over the edge and make her happy. “Bite me, alpha.”
The choked growl that escapes him makes my mind fizzle with potent need. “A-are you sure?” River asks, sounding utterly wrecked.
“Yes. Yes. Bite me. I want it.” I’m too far gone to my omega’s needs to care that it’s kind of a strange request and reasonable that River would hesitate before chomping on my shoulder like a shark.
All I care about is that I know the moment his teeth pierce my skin, I’ll come harder than I have in my entire life.
“Fuck.” River’s curse is almost pained as he works his fingers inside me and groans against my feverish skin. “Fuck.”
A whine bubbles out of me, and that’s all it takes for his hesitation to vanish. Bright pain shocks through me as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, breaking the skin with a hard bite. On its trail comes mind-altering bliss.
My orgasm racks my body violently, making me shake and moan against River’s shoulder as I feebly attempt to muffle the sound of being unmade by his fingers and his teeth in my flesh.
Waves of pleasure crash over me, over, and over, and over, and River groans and grips me tighter as his hips grind against me.
“Shit, oh fuck, Camille, I… fuck, you feel… it’s…” River’s stream of broken words are reverent and slightly terrified. I reach down, wanting to help him feel the same pleasure he gave me, and my fingers find the fabric of his pants damp.
River shudders as I rest my hand over his cock and it kicks in my grip, more wetness soaking into the fabric as he continues to come.
Holy shit, that’s hot. This gorgeous, powerful alpha just came in his pants from fingering me and making me come.
River laps at my shoulder, making me gasp at the pleasure that brings. Must be some weird omega shit, because it makes me purr as he kisses the spot.
When he reluctantly pulls back, River’s pupils are blown wide. He searches my face with obvious concern, but I’m not sure what he’s looking for.
Regret, maybe?
I definitely shouldn’t have let him finger me on his desk, but I can’t find it in me to care. I’m too damn happy and relieved that instead of having to call things off with his pack, I can be with them without worrying about ruining their relationships.
Though we’ll need to figure out work stuff. As hot as this was, I don’t want to sneak around.
Shit, is that what the look is for? Does he want us to keep this a secret?
“Are you alright?” River asks, eyes dropping to inspect the set of red bite marks he made on my shoulder.
I give him a weak smile. “It hurts a little, but it’s no big deal.”
I expect him to laugh off my weird desire for sex biting along with me, but he stiffens. “Camille… I bit you.”
I tilt my head in confusion. “Was that too weird? I don’t know where that came from, but lately I’ve really had a biting kink.”
The color drains from his face. “Oh god.”
In contrast, my skin flushes at his reaction. I open my mouth to ask why of all the things that just happened, he’s most worried about the fact he bit me during sex, but there’s a loud notification ping from his computer.
“Oh shit, your meeting!” I hop up from the desk and grab my panties, tugging them back on in a rush.
River continues to stare at me, wide-eyed. Guess I’m on my own for making sure we don’t get caught red-handed.
I push my strap back up on my shoulder, glad it’s thick enough to cover the angry red mark on my skin. I’m sure my hair and face are a mess, but I can probably play that off as me getting upset about a client if anyone asks.
My eyes drop to the front of his pants. He’s wearing his signature black, so as long as no one stares at his crotch, he’ll be fine.
This is all fine. No one will know.
There’s a bottle of scent neutralizer on River’s desk, and I grab that and wave it around the desk, spraying half a bottle’s worth in my attempt to mask my perfume. Fingers crossed, it’ll just smell like he had a cup of coffee.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll message you after work? So we can figure this out.”
River watches me mutely, and my chest constricts.
Right as I’m about to open the door, he finally unfreezes, grabbing my arm and bringing me to him, his lips descending to claim mine in a hard kiss.
“I’ll figure this out,” he says solemnly. With no time to argue that we can do that together, I nod and smooth a hand over my hair one more time before opening his office door and stepping out, doing my best to pretend he didn’t just finger the life out of me.
Rick looks up when I get back to our office, his brow furrowing when he sees how flustered I am as I move to my desk.
“Everything okay, Camille?”
No, everything is not fucking okay, Rick. I just had sex with my boss in his office and the resident alpha creep won’t leave me alone and all I want to do is curl up in a ball under my desk and cry because it’s all too much.
My shoulder aches and my head throbs as I force on a smile and nod, praying I’m not lying to Rick or myself when I reply. “Yeah. It will be.”