Chapter 13 #2
I rip at her clothes, every frantic movement mirrored by her as her fingers fumble with mine, neither of us caring about the trail of ruined fabric left in our wake.
I lose all sense of direction as her naked body presses against mine, and something buried deep within me splinters apart, the last fragile thread holding my grief together finally giving way beneath the warmth of my scent match.
Her fingers make quick work of my pants, my cock slapping hard against her core, the feel of her slickened cunt unraveling everything I thought I knew before this moment.
I don’t make her wait. Every lesson in patience, every ounce of my restraint I’d usually insist upon is swept away beneath the tidal wave of need.
The need to bury my cock so fucking deeply inside her that no other name, no other touch, or damned fucking soul could ever compare consumes me whole.
I thrust inside her tight, wet heat and fuck… She’s already dripping for me.
Gone is the anger that controlled me only moments ago. The trauma that reared its ugly head, turning me into something I don’t want to be. But she rectified that with no more than her touch. My Omega. Lennon Gilmore. The one woman I know I should hate.
Her father took everything from me. Maybe there was more than a little truth to what Dominic had said about her not being the right source for my anger.
I don’t let myself overthink that right now. Reality can come knocking after I have felt Lennon cum on my knot.
Sharp nails bite into my shoulders, grounding me even as every careful thought abandons me. I thrust into her, fucking her into a frenzy, her moans rolling over my body in waves I could drown in.
I want to drown in her.
This woman. My Omega. A habit I can’t seem to shake, no matter how hard I try to ignore it.
The woman I try so desperately to hate because hatred is all I know.
Hatred is what led me here. Hatred is the reason I exist in the first place.
But as I finally take what’s mine, all that hatred transforms into something unfamiliar and I’m fucking addicted.
“Fuck, Sasha,” she whines, her head bending back to lean against the wall of her office. I take that opportunity to begin licking her scent gland, hungry for the taste of her directly from the source.
“Yes, Alpha. Fuck me, please! I need more. More of you. Your cock. Your fucking teeth. Show them to me, Alpha!”
The Omegas wish is my command.
Gripping her tightly, I guide us away from the wall until the edge of her desk meets the backs of her legs.
I lower her to her feet with far more care than I’d have thought to possess, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips when a breathless sound of protest escapes her at the sudden loss of closeness.
Even now, with rage still niggling at the edges of my mind, that single sound feels like a promise that she’s here, and she’s not going anywhere.
That we’re here together. With one sweep of my forearm, everything scattered across her desk is sent tumbling to the floor.
Papers, pens, and years of organized documents drift around us like fallen leaves, neither of us sparing them a second glance.
At this moment, none of them matters. There is only the space between us and the sheer desperation and need compelling us to outrun the reality that threatens to chase us.
“Present for me,” I demand.
Lennon’s eyes darken with quiet understanding as she obeys me without hesitation, trusting me with a vulnerability that has my cold, dead heart skipping a beat. I take a single step back, giving her enough room as she braces herself against the polished wooden surface.
It's the same desk her father had used his entire career. How poetic.
A bitter smile teases at the corners of my mouth at the irony, but I force it down, not wanting to ruin the moment. There will be time for that later. Right now, all I want is her.
Ever so slowly, she leans over the desk, the graceful curve of her body stealing every coherent thought from my head. A subtle sway of her hips is all it takes, the silent invitation dragging me toward her, beckoning me closer before I even realize I’ve moved.
From this angle, she feels so much tighter.
Slick squelches with each thrust, the sound tangling with the slap of my thighs against her perfect, round ass.
I buck into her, hard and fast, one hand splayed across the center of her back, pinning her against the desk while the other slides up the elegant line of her throat, my thumb resting lightly beneath her jaw as I silently demand her attention.
She backs up into me, matching each of my thrusts in a perfect cadence that has my balls tightening and my knot fucking throbbing, threatening to explode.
I drive into her, my pace relentless, her cries like a symphony bouncing off the walls around us.
I don’t give a single fuck if anyone hears.
I want them to know what we’re doing. Want them to see her flawless skin marked by me.
“You take me so well, Omega,” I murmur, my jaw clenching as I climb higher and higher, teetering along the edge of my release.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasp, my breathing labored as I pump harder, my hips slapping against her skin, and I swear to the fucking Gods nothing has ever sounded so sweet.
“Uh-hu,” her breathy voice comes out more like a choke, as I tighten my grip around her neck. She leans into my touch, telling me just how rough she likes it.
Who knew our coach had a naughty side?
“Say it, Omega. Tell me just how fucking good my cock feels fucking your perfectly wet cunt.”
“Your cock… You feel amazing. Make me come, Alpha. Please.” She chokes on the last word, and I reach for her hair, gripping the long strands and winding them around my fist as I lose myself in her, chasing the high I think only she can give me.
“Sasha! Fuck, I’m going to…” she trails off, her words taken over by a scream, but nothing about it sounds fearful. This woman is just as lost as I am to the pleasure we’re giving each other, as her walls tighten around me, her orgasm within reach.
I pull her up by her hair, brushing my lips over her ear, my heavy pants sending goosebumps over her sensitive flesh.
“Cum for me, Omega. Cum all over my knot like the filthy little slut you pretend not to be. Show me how much just how much your greedy fucking cunt wants to be filled with my cum. Show me just how fucking badly you want me to claim you.”
With a yell, her orgasm crashes over her, her body trembling beneath my hands as every ounce of tension finally gives way. Mine follows close behind, ripping through me with a roar that feels as much like relief as it does surrender.
Is that what this is? Am I surrendering to this woman? To the daughter of the man I’ve spent years dreaming of destroying? Am I submitting to the new dreams that plague me at night? Dreams of her mouth on mine. Her body writhing beneath me while Holden and Dominic claim us both?
Was I ever meant to win the fight against fate? My Instincts? Or was I fooling myself from the very beginning, believing I could look my scent match in the eye and choose hatred over her?
With one last thrust, I push my knot deep inside of her. The sound that escapes my lips is nothing short of primal. I give Lennon everything I have. All of my pain. All of the hatred that’s been festering inside of me for the man she called father.
The man whose desk we so perfectly defiled.
I give it all to her. Together we’re locked in this moment, her body holding me in place while the storm inside me finally begins to quiet.
Her pussy pulses a final time around my knot, and it’s so fucking beautiful I could die.
She takes it all. Takes all that I’m willing to give her that I forget why I fought this in the first place.
Why I had put distance between us.
Why I had insisted on seeing my mission to end her through.
I had been so insistent on ensuring the three of us left no trace of our scent behind before we walked back into training every morning.
It’s almost cruel to give her so much of myself.
The weight is heavy. Ugly. But she takes it.
She doesn’t pull away. She simply bears the weight with me, as though it doesn’t threaten to crush us both. Just like Holden and Dominic have.
Her knuckles are white against the edge of the desk as the moment slowly settles around us.
Letting go of her hair, I rest my forehead against the middle of her back, forcing myself to breathe.
To think. To regulate myself before reality destroys everything we’ve just built between us.
Because that’s exactly what will happen the moment we put our clothes back on and that office door opens.
Holden will still be hurt.
Seb will still be in the hospital.
The ice will still bear the proof of what happened.
And she will still be my Coach. Patrick Gilmore’s daughter.