Page 142 of Omega for the Pack

Two sharp knocks sounded at the bathroom door. Annoyance flowed through me.

I had ignored Kodan since he rejected me earlier, and I still hadn’t talked much to Luke about anything. There was a lot of work to be done still, but I had a tendency to avoid confrontation at all costs. I hated being stressed, and I’d rather just avoid the person entirely.

“Yes?” I called, throwing the dress over the metal rod as it dripped onto the floor.

I opened the door and saw Kodan standing there with determination written all over his face. His thick eyebrowswere pulled tightly together, and his mouth was set in a tight expression. His long hair was loose around his bare shoulders, and he only wore a pair of black boxers that were tight on his upper thighs.

I couldn’t help but gaze at his bare stomach and the thin trail of dark hair that led down to his privates. His body was buff, chiseled in all the right places.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he asked gruffly, staring at me like I didn’t have clothes on.

His eyes zeroed in on my chest, covered in my flimsy robe. He advanced toward me, wrapping his fingers around my forearm under the sleeve of my robe.

“Well, you didn’t want me earlier,” I said, turning to the sink and washing my hands.

Shit, my hands were all purple from the dye.Grabbing the soap bar, I tried scrubbing it off.

Suddenly, Kodan came up behind me, pinning me against the sink.

“Are you telling me you don’t want it now?” he asked, bringing his mouth to my ear, whispering harshly.

He made sure I heard every word. My heart rate intensified, and my breathing became fast and shallow.

“You don’t get the right to take me whenever you want,” I said in a low voice.

His foot pressed between my legs, separating them, and I grew weak with desire. His beard brushed against my neck, and his mouth on my ear worked in tandem to arouse every inch of me. He wasn’t even trying, and I was already a wet mess. My omega body betrayed me with every stroke and every word this sigma breathed in my ear.

He licked my earlobe, nibbling on it.

“You don’t get the right to tell me what to do,” he growled. “Did you want me to rail you against a rock? My own wife?”

“No…but,” I grasped the sink, my arms weak. “We’re not even really married.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re my wife, and I’m your husband.”

“It’s not like we chose it.”

Suddenly, his hand snaked inside my robe, cupping my pussy from behind. This time, I didn’t have underwear on as I felt his rough hand palming me and driving me wild with the combination of his teeth nibbling my ear from behind.

Slick gushed from me, and my scent covered the bathroom.

“I chose to marry you,” he said adamantly. Then he stuck a finger inside of me, and I moaned. “And you will start acting like my wife.”

“You’re an uncivilized brute,” I burst out.

“Then maybe I’ll keep acting like a brute,” he growled in anger, sticking a second finger inside me. I tried to hump his fingers, but he had me pinned.

I couldn’t move at all.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“I need release…like how you did last night. With your fingers,” I said, trying to say it in a commanding tone. His hard body pressing up against mine made it hard to gain control of this situation.

His sigma energy was too much, and it was dominating.

I couldn’t talk to him, like how I did with Luke. I was starting to regret how I treated Luke this morning.

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