Page 19 of Merciless & Mated

With wide eyes and parted lips, she reached for my hand, laying hers over the back of mine to guide my fingers into collecting the cum and slick that dripped out of her to push it back inside. She twitched, her eyes closing as our stacked fingers filled her back up. It was easy to toy with her clit, flicking the swollen bud with my thumb.

I leaned over her, and she offered up her throat. I sucked at her scent gland, slowly fucking her cunt with our combined fingers until her sounds broke in my ear.

“You’re mine, omega. You belong to no one else. This body, this cunt, are mine to do with as I please. If I want to fill you with every drop of cum I can until you’re bred and begging, then I’m going to do that.”

Her pussy fluttered at my words and I rewarded her with the firm press of my thumb against her clit until she was keening.

“All yours,” she agreed breathlessly. “Just don’t stop touching me.”

Her heat might be over, but I had plans to wring every ounce of pleasure out of my omega that I could, and that was exactly what I did.

CHAPTER 9

GIANNA

I’d never been so glad to see a pharmacy in my fucking life. The pharmacist was far chirpier than my mood was willing to tolerate, but at least she moved quickly. The pill to head off any processes that had already started was bitter on my tongue. Playing around with a fantasy with Marco was all well and good, but I had meant it when I said I needed time to adjust. We could play with the idea of breeding as much as we wanted until my next heat since I couldn’t get pregnant before that. Maybe by that time I’d feel differently about making it a reality.

I lingered in the aisles, knowing our next stop would be the Gallo compound. Marco was patient to a point, but we were both exhausted and I could only imagine how he was feeling, given how I felt every single movement.

I picked out an armload of snacks and a bunch of toiletries so I would be able to camp out in his suite and avoid Bianca as much as possible. The heat club had laundered the clothes we had gone in with, so at least those were clean, if stained from my time in the warehouse. At some point I would have to go home and pack up my room, but Marco didn’t seem keen on letting me out of his sight. I might end up having to get one of the cousins to pack everything for me and ship it over if I was going to be confined to the compound.

“You’re in a way better mood when you’re fucking me,” I commented when I noted his frown.

“Can you blame me?”

“I suppose not. Do we really have to go back immediately? I can’t stop at home?”

“Not today. We need to get the introductions out of the way so I can see what the hell Bianca expects from you. I also don’t want you looking too appealing to her. We can’t hide that you’re beautiful, but we don’t have to put any effort into making her see that.”

I pouted, but didn’t argue. I did grab myself a few extra sweets, though.

With two bags of treats and essentials, and the medication working its way through my system, we made our way back to the compound. Nerves twisted in my belly the entire drive. I wasn’t entirely sure if the nausea was from that or from the medication, but either way I was miserable.

“What if she hates me?”

“She hates everyone,” Marco countered. “I’d be more worried if she liked you.”

The gates to the compound opened, welcoming us into the dragon’s maw, and closing behind us with a metallic clang that had my stomach dropping to my toes.

Marco laced his fingers with mine in a surprisingly tender gesture. “Don’t let her know you’re afraid. Bianca is a shark and she’ll smell blood in the water. You might not be her enemy, but that doesn’t mean she won’t take advantage of your fear.”

“How am I supposed to hide it from her?”

“The de-scenting spray that you bought will be a good start. I can’t quite decide if it would be better to tell you to behave demurely, or if Bianca might respond better to you behaving as if you’re equals. I guess it’s probably safer to start with demure.”

“I’m not very good at being that.”

Marco let out a laugh. “No fucking shit. I wouldn’t want you to be that way at all if I had the choice. I rather like bringing you to heel.” He smirked at the way my body reacted to his statement, my scent filling the car.

“Do we meet her right away?”

“I don’t know. I’ll take you to my suite and then see what she wants to do.”

Marco left me in his suite while he sought out Bianca. His room was so bland, but then I supposed a lot of men lived that way. At least the TV was on a stand and not sitting on the floor. I itched to change, to meet the Gallo boss in something that would make me feel powerful, but we had agreed it would be better to try and let Bianca feel like I was nothing. A quiet, broken omega only brought into the compound to solidify an alliance.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door opened and Marco stepped inside. “They’re ready for you.”

My stomach dropped to my toes. “I’m not ready, but I’ll come anyway.”

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