Epilogue
Ikicked my feet under my desk, unable to stop my smile.
Samuel texted me every morning even though he picked me up from my studio room—on the days he didn’t convince me to stay over at his house, which was much too often if I was honest. It’d been months and the thought of him still made me giddy.
A shadow fell over my phone screen, and I slowly lifted my head.
“Uh, hey, Judy.”
She always seemed to check out the diamond on my hand. One of the many jewelry Samuel had showered me with in the time since we’d claimed each other.
“Hey.” Ever since she caught me sobbing my eyes out, she’d stopped being so uptight.
Judy lowered her head closer to me. “Did your man fire Ray?” she whispered. I straightened; head tilted. Ever since Sam dragged me away in the cafeteria, Ray avoided me like the plague.
“Is he gone?”
Judy only nodded and peeked at the door.
I hopped to my feet.
“I’ll go find out.”
“Don’t tell him I said anything,” she blurted.
“I won’t throw you under the bus.” I flounced up the steps to Samuel’s office. My dress fluttering around my knees from the draft of air from closing the door.
The door clicked into place, and he looked up from the document. A smile curved the corners of his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
“You’re wearing the dress.”
“You like it?” I flared the ends out to give him a peek of my thighs. “My Alpha bought it for me.” Heat flared in his eyes.
“Get over here, you naughty Omega.”
I slowed before rounding his desk.
“Um, I have a question, but don’t-get-mad.” I rushed the last bit. His eyebrow lifted and he set the pen he fiddled with down.
“Go ahead.”
“Promise first.” I slinked to his side, gripping his arm, pouting down at him. Leeriness crept into his gaze.
“Nina. What is it.”
I sighed. “Did you force Ray to leave the department—?”
His palm slapped on the folders before him, and he glared up at me.
“Never mind,” I squeaked, backing up, but he quickly caught me, turning me and forcing my belly into the desk. “Wait! It was an innocent question! We were talking—whoa, wait, Sam!”
He tugged my dress over my waist, exposing my ass. He snapped the thong off, baring me to his eyes.
“Samuel,” I muttered.
“Silence,” he ordered, one hand on the middle of my back. The documents wrinkled under me, and I worked to keep my hands still, so I didn’t damage more of the papers.
His belt sounded and he entered me, the glide of his cock smooth.
I gasped, valiantly trying to contain my moans.
He reached to cover my mouth. I cried out against his palm, each rut of his hips slapping his thighs against mine, knot buried deep. With his next soul jolting thrust, his palm slapped my butt. I grunted, my channel clamping down.
“I’ve told you. Do not. Mention. Other men. To me.” He thrust with each pair of words. I gasped, thrashing under him as I tried to grind my ass up to get him fucking me harder.
“You know what I want to hear,” he snapped. I did know, but I couldn’t freaking breathe!
“Sam!”
He pulled out so the tip of his cock was the only part inside me. His palm on my back didn’t let me thrust back. He slapped my butt again, wrenching a moan from my throat.
“Sorry, Alpha,” I cried. He slammed into me, not keeping his thrusts staggered. He gave it to me hard and furious, thrusting into me so hard he jolted me higher on the desk so I ended up on my tiptoes. My orgasm rose in a wave, higher and higher until I was a tight bowstring.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured and the string broke, sending me into a shaking orgasm that made my legs weak. He gripped my hips, angling me higher while my torso slid papers, folders, pens across the Mahogany desk.
He groaned gutturally, pulling back until his knot couldn’t lock him to me.
Hot cum jutted until it leaked out of my pussy.
We came down from the violent release and I couldn’t move.
He hissed a breath out between his teeth as he pulled out of me, then rubbed a cloth against my inner thighs, cleaning me gently. I sighed.
“All done.” He grazed his palm on my stinging bottom. He jerked my skirt down and hooked his arm around my shoulder, pressing me against his large body. “Let’s go get you some ice cream for being a good girl.”
Damn him for knowing my weakness.
I hung on Samuel’s arm, grinning up at him as he guided me down 35th street. He’d bought me a strawberry flavored ice cream, just as I liked. Licking the ice cream, I lifted it toward him. He bent to bite some off the top.
He navigated me down the street, avoiding the foot traffic with ease. After getting ice cream we usually went the opposite direction.
“Where are we going?” I frowned.
“We’ll be there soon.”
He was right, in the time it took me to have my ice cream half finished, we arrived at a . . . a cathedral?
“What are we doing here?”
He eyed the half-eaten sweet. “Are you done with that?”
I handed him the cone and he tossed it in the trash. I followed him up the steps. “Sam, what are we doing here?” I stopped, looking up at him, a few steps up with our arms outstretched between us.
“We’re getting married.”
I gasped. “Samuel.” I said, turning my head side to side to see if anyone had heard. “But—”
“But what? I’ve waited long enough.”
I sputtered. “B-but you ripped my panties,” I whisper-yelled. “Nothing under here.” I waved my hand around my bottom half.
He snorted. “Just as I like.” He stepped up another stair and I pulled back again. He looked down at me, exasperated.
“We already claimed each other,” I insisted. Usually you marry and then you claim each other that night.
“Not on paper. At least not yet.” His smile was brilliant. “When I go fill in the paperwork, I want to check all the boxes you can belong to me.”
And that floored me. My stomach flipped.
“Any other questions?”
“Don’t you have to attend classes to get married here?” I blurted.
“When will you learn I can make anything happen for you.”
“B-but.” I struggled figuring out what to say as he dragged me through the arching columns, obviously done with the conversation.
Samuel guided me to the top and finally stopped, yanking me to his chest. He crushed me against him, and I craned my neck to look into his hazel eyes.
The sun fell across his hair, causing the gold shade to shimmer.
“You belong to me, yes?”
I hesitantly nodded.
“And I belong to you?”
“Yes,” I mumbled.
“Then it’s final.” His resolute response struck my chest. I couldn’t see my life with anyone else, so he wasn’t wrong.
“Why are you crying?” Concern furrowed his eyebrows. His palms cupped my cheeks.
“Because I’m happy.” I forced out of my constricted throat.
Samuel grinned, flashing that dimple.
“Good.”
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