Page 10 of Buying the Omega

His hand caresses my hip as his vulgar words ring in my ears. I find myself leaning into his touch, wanting more even though I don’t know why. The man is clearly an insane stalker. And I need to get away from him before he locks me up in a cabinsomewhere.

“Once we are mated, other men maywantyou, but I willhaveyou,” he continues without allowing me a moment to speak. “You will be able to live a normal life. And there won’t be a single fucking thing your father can do about it.”

My breathing has accelerated, my chest heaving as I stare at the massive Alpha. Could he be telling the truth? Or is he only saying what he knows I want to hear and simply trying to manipulate me to get what he wants?

“Can I go to college?” I ask softly. It’s my greatest dream even though I’ve never spoken the words out loud. Not even to my father.

He stares at me in confusion. “College?”

“Yes. I want to be a child grief therapist.”

When my mother passed, I was only ten years old. My father became the shut-down, overprotective prick he is today, and I was left to deal with the pain on my own. I want to help other children, so they never have to live through what I did.

“Oh, baby girl,” he murmurs, leaning in, running his nose along the column of my neck. “You can be whatever you want. As long as you come home to me at night.”

“Do you promise?” I ask, my heart full of hope, and he smiles.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll marry you,” I say softly. My decision made. “Please don’t keep me locked up. I’m trusting you to keep your word.”

“I will never do anything to hurt or betray you,” he replies. “Let’s get out of here … but first…”

He slams his lips down on mine in another soul-consuming kiss, turning my legs to jelly.

Chapter Seven

Jonah

She tastes like strawberries and cream. I’ve wanted to taste her for the last year, and seeing her fire moments ago has only intensified my need for her. Having kissed her once will never be enough and I can’t imagine ever wanting to stop.

I didn’t realize her father had sheltered her so much. She fully believed she would be a prisoner in our marriage. I may want to keep her tied to my bed for the foreseeable future, but I also want her to be happy. To live her life. However she wants to do that, as long as I can be there with her.

A moan slips from her, and I can’t help but press my erection against her, rubbing it against her soft stomach. Fuck.

Stepping back, I stare at her kiss-swollen lips and heaving chest. I want to do so much more with her, but I need to remain in control of my emotions and urges until after we are married. Knowing she will be mine has the urge to mark her riding me hard. But I need to hold off. Once we are a certified, mated couple, I can give in to every depraved urge I have. And I have many. So many.

I allow her to shower alone before doing the same. Our time at The Sanctuary is up and I want us to go directly to City Hall once we leave here. We are both dressed in our clothes from last night and it’s a happy coincidence that her red lacy dress matches my tie.

I promise myself that I will give her the wedding she deserves if that is what she wants, but now I just need to bind her to me.

As we walk out of The Sanctuary, Zion Black nods at us and Autumn waves. Outside, I open the door of my black pickup truck for her to slide in before I make my way around. I see her father enter the front door of The Sanctuary in my rearviewmirror and I know he has found us. I have no idea how, but I know I need to get this ceremony done before he can change her mind.

“Your father is here,” I say backing out of the parking lot.

Autumn turns in her seat to see what I am talking about, but he is already inside the building.

“Do you have a phone?” she asks, and I hand her the device from the center console. “I knew he was tracking me somehow,” she mumbles.

I watch her dial a number before putting it against her ear. It rings for a moment before someone answers and her shoulders sag in relief.

“Izzy, it’s Autumn. I need a favor.” She listens to the person on the other end before speaking again. “I’m on my way to City Hall. I need you to officiate my marriage.”

A moment of silence passes on her end. I watch the anger rise in her and I wonder what the other person is saying.

“I need your help, not a lecture.” The person says something that makes my omega smile. “Give us ten minutes.”

She ends the call and places the device back in the center console. “My best friend is an officiant for City Hall. She specializes in certification of children and their designations later. But she can marry us today.”

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