Page 13 of Alpha Hunger

Arkin purrs, and I snap my head his way.

He winks. “The mayor sent a suit for a prince of Regha. The prince of Regha is no man, and he never will be.” He looks up at me, awaiting orders.

“Thank you for the counsel. I will correct this. Dismissed.”

Arkin leaves me with my personal assistant. I want to get personal with her in this closet, on the floor, on my desk, chair, bathroom I don’t use, pool, roof, but more importantly, I want to leave my scent in her nest.

Trapped inside the closet space, Anna can’t leave but doesn’t protest my touch either. I palm her neck, stroke the side of it with my thumb, and release a scent reserved for an Omega whose womb I will invade with my seed. I watch Anna’s eyes glaze over, lose focus, feet shifting from one to the other. “What are you doing?” she asks.

A scent of fear mixes with the scent of her arousal. I smell both her wet Omega pussy and traces of Betaren. The idiots who are manufacturing it cannot seem to figure out how to deplete it of smell. The pills are unimportant to me. Besides the smell, I can tell Anna’s Omega pussy drips for an Alpha with whom she wants to mate. “If you sit on my desk and spread your legs, I will lick off all the wetness between your thighs.”

Anna steps away. “I can’t believe you’re saying this stuff to me.”

“Why not?”

“I work for you.”

“So work for me.”

She shakes her head. “Not in that way.”

“Which way?” I smirk. I like watching her squirm. Humans get all weird when they talk about sex, and yet hundreds of thousands of them are born every day.

“Oh, come on, boss. You know what I mean.Personalis not in my job description.”

“Which part of personal was unclear?”

“All the parts,” she says with a smile.

“It says you should assist me.”

“It does.”

“I want to taste the spicy sweet tang of human Omega pussy at the back of my throat. Assist me in that.”

Anna flushes bright red and covers her face. “I’m a Beta.”

“Please don’t offend my excellent senses. I know what you are. An Omega who walks into my Stronghold and wants to be my personal assistant is at my disposal twenty-four seven, when I want her and how I want her done.”

“It’s a nine-to-five job.”

I tap my com unit for Human Resources. “Send me the job description for a personal assistant to Hunger.” I mute all lines. “The description will change today.”

“You can’t change things up whenever.”

I show her my teeth.

“Okay, maybe you can.”

“I just did. I am simply giving you advance notice.”

“Thank you.”

“Welcome, Omega.”

“Stop calling me that.”

Anna, like many other humans, has trouble accepting her dynamic. I should show her the magic of our coupling. “You may work until five as is proper in your nine-to-five world. After five, you will sit on my face, and I hardly count that as working. There. Problem solved.”

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