Asa #2
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growls.
He takes another step, the Alpha so close I can feel the heat radiating off him like a furnace door has been thrown open.
He’s taller than me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look into those violet-ringed eyes.
I’ve never been around an S-Class anything before but he feels...
like more. Like something that’s more Alpha than just...
“This isn't relief, Omega. This will be a storm. I’m going to ruin you.”
“Then ruin me,” I whisper, a small whine following my words.
I close the last of the distance, my hands reaching out to find the burning heat of his chest. The second my palms hit his skin, the jagged energy coming off him flows into me, finding the empty spaces I’ve been hiding for thirty-two years and filling them with a terrifying, perfect pressure.
He groans, a deep, pained sound as his hands come up to catch my face, his fingers digging into my cheeks.
He leans down, his forehead pressing against mine, and for a second, we just breathe each other’s air.
The scent of him is everywhere, drowning out the clinical neutrality of the room, turning the world into cedar and whiskey and the taste of a coming storm.
“Last chance,” he murmurs against my lips. “Walk out. Now.”
I answer him by pulling his head down, stumbling into a messy, desperate scramble of teeth and tongues and raw, unadulterated need.
It tastes like whiskey and salt, and it feels like the end of the world.
I’m a man of logic, but there is no math for the way his power is surging into me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to be swallowed by the dark current humming through his body.
He breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin over my scent gland. I let out a low, broken moan, my knees buckling as he catches me, his arm wrapping around my waist, holding me upright.
His mouth drags from mine to the corner of my jaw, rough enough to make me gasp, then lower, teeth catching just beneath my ear. “You smell like vanilla,” he purrs against my throat. “Like pear. Like you’ve been walking around all day begging someone to notice.”
“I wasn’t,” I manage, which would be more convincing if I weren’t clutching his shoulders.
He laughs against my skin, then kisses down the side of my neck, over the racing pulse there, to the slope of my shoulder.
His teeth scrape once, not enough to break skin, just enough to make my knees forget their responsibilities.
“No?” His hand slides down, fingers digging into my ass with bruising force as he pulls me harder against him, letting me feel the fullness of his cock through his pants. “Then why do you smell like this?”
His lips move back up my throat, slower this time, like he’s tasting every place my scent has gone sharp and sweet.
He kisses along my jaw, catches my mouth for half a breath, then pulls away before I can take more.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growls, his hand still locked on me.
“I’m going to knot you until you scream for me. ”
I can tell the Alpha’s holding back by a thread, his rut slowly taking over his rational mind. In some twisted way, he’s asking for my consent. And fuck, I’m going to give it. “Please,” I sob, my hands fumbling with his belt. “Now. Please.”
I don’t care that I don’t know his name. I don't care that this might be the only night I ever have. All I know is that for the first time in my life, I am not a mistake. I am the answer to the question he’s currently asking.
He lifts me, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, and slams me back against the reinforced wall. The impact should hurt, but the adrenaline and the heat make it feel like nothing. He fumbles with his fly, his movements frantic, his breathing coming in ragged, animalistic gasps.
“Look at me,” he commands, his free hand coming up to wrap around my throat. It’s a possessive, terrifying grip forcing my head back, exposing my neck to his hunger. “Look at what you’re taking.”
I look. I see the violet fire in his eyes, the sweat dripping down his temple, the raw, beautiful agony of a man who probably needs this night more than I do.
My nostrils flare as my gaze dips down, the Alpha dragging himself out of his pants, the sheer width of his cock making another embarrassing gush of slick coat my underwear.
A low chuckle rumbles through him as pinches the front of my pants and then yanks them toward him, ripping through the fabric.
I let out a yelp as my hands fly to his shoulders, the Alpha entering me in the next second, in one heavy, unrelenting thrust. It’s too much and not enough, his cock stretching me until I think I’ll snap, his knot already swollen against my ass.
I let out a high, thin cry, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my head tossing back against the wall.
The Alpha hums in satisfaction as he captures my lips in another kiss before he starts pounding into me with a rhythmic, brutal intensity that makes the world turn into a blur of gray and amber.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead hitting the wall beside my head. “You’re so tight. God, you’re so fucking tight.”