Page 12 of Excess

“You hired me because I’m the best,” I continued. “So stay out of my way and let me do my job.”

You’re being an asshole, I told myself. I was sleep deprived from accompanying Leo to his fight, then Freya had woken up at three am after a bad dream. I’d been stuck working on my own all day because my brother was too useless to get out of bed, and that butler had definitely been spying on me from around the corner earlier.

“I can’t believe you just spoke to me like that,” Inika said in disbelief, though her voice had taken on a breathy quality that it hadn’t had a moment ago.

And then I smelled it. The rich, syrupy scent of omega perfume. I inhaled deeply, not even trying to hide it.

Fuck.

She smelled so… off-limits.

A possessive growl rumbled up from my chest, my cock hardening so quickly, my head spun. Inika pressed her thighs together, her eyes hazy with desire. The air was thick with the scent of omega perfume and bad decisions.

“It smells like you’re sick of alphas talking to you like you’re made of glass if you’re getting all hot and bothered over a few plain words, princess.”

This is a highly inappropriate way to speak to a client, I attempted to remind myself.

“You might be right,” Inika rasped, making me forget any and all warnings I’d been giving myself. “You’re obscenely rude. I should hate it.”

“But you don’t.”

“But I don’t,” she agreed breathlessly. The thin tether of self-control I’d been clinging onto snapped entirely.

“Does it make your pussy wet?”

Inika’s face flamed at the crude question, but the scent of her slick only grew more potent as she nodded. What was I doing? I’d gone far beyond the point of unprofessionalism that could be easily brushed off.

“Give me words, princess.”

“Yes. Yes, it makes my pussy wet.”

Fuck.

She’s your client, the angel on my shoulder reminded me.

Fuck her anyway, said the devil.

“You should leave,” I growled, my cock aching in my suddenly uncomfortable work trousers.

“I don’t want to leave.”

I exhaled heavily, my burgeoning knot already throbbing.

“Then get on your knees, omega.” It was phrased as an order, but there was no alpha command in my voice. Aside from not wanting to get arrested for unlawfully using my bark on an omega I had no claim on, Inika held all the power here—even if it didn’t look like it. The moment she wanted any of this to stop, it would stop.

Any minute now, she’d remember that we were in a hallway. That any of her staff could come across us. That I was who I was, and she was who she was.

Any minute now.

Inika dropped down on the plastic sheet with a light thud, white dust instantly coating her expensive-looking navy trousers.

I wanted to ruin her.

I wanted her begging and weeping around my knot. I wanted to see that perfect make-up smeared and messy, mascara running down her cheeks. I wanted her slick coating my skin.

It was the most primal, feral desire I’d ever experienced in my life.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked. The blunt question delivered in her crisp, posh accent made my knot ache.

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