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“I’ll prove it.”

“Stop messing with my head, and I’ll believe you.”

“Done.”

She purses her lips, gives me a side-eye, and, while I have her, I purr again.

A twitch of her lips. “We agreed you won’t do that.”

“I like purring for you.”

She lays her forehead on my chest and bangs it a few times. “You’re gonna make me feel like a queen, and one day, you’re just gonna disappear and move on to the other million.”

“That’s not true,” I lie. I don’t yet know what to do about my attraction to this Omega. If I weren’t the Alpha Collector, this would’ve been a no-brainer. I’d bond her and breed her. But I have to focus on the problem, which is getting rid of Betaren and shutting it down once and for all. All the above reasons don’t stop me from stroking her back and arms. I grab her elbows and force her hands around my neck. Sitting up, I take her with me, pushing down the waistband of my pants. She’s not in heat. I have no reason to do what I’m about to do. I simply fucking want her.

Tabby locks her legs around my waist, and I lift her briefly to remove my contraption, then toss it across the room. Freed, my dick knows where to go, and with no panties, her pussy is already dripping all over my balls. I grab her hips and slide the pussy-slit over the length of my dick, nice and slow. I don't enter her. Tabby moans and drops her gaze to my lips. One hand firmly gripping her hip, I press her onto me more while I slip the night gown from one shoulder. It falls down her slender form, revealing her breast. I lift her tit and rub a thumb over the nipple. Tabby grips my braid and tugs my head back.

I smirk and move us a bit so I can rest my head against the back of the sofa and she can attack my mouth. Her sweet red tongue pushes between my lips, and I chuckle, letting her do whatever she wants, meeting her strokes with my forked tongue while she glides over my dick. I purr loudly, and Tabby growls, frustrated trying to fit my dick inside her. When I don’t let her, she breaks the kiss and stares at me.

“Shhhh.” I press a finger over her lips. “I won’t let you down.” I lift her breast and put it in my mouth, then suck gently, licking the nipple, gripping it with the twin forks of my tongue and twisting. Liquid heat spills out her pussy and all over my dick. The scent of her clouds my brain, and I purr like a motherfucker, one hand lifting her up and aiming for my dick.

A rattle rips out of me, and I take her down on the floor.

Tabby widens her eyes.

Thumb over the stab wound, I stroke the scar. More liquid gushes out of her channel, and I think my balls might explode.

“Omega, hear me. If I do this with you, there’s no going back. You are mine. I will fuck you, breed you, bond you, tie you to me for the rest of your life.” I reach between us, grab my dick, put the tip at her entrance, dip it inside for a taste. “You must understand I am no boyfriend. This is not a one-night, one-week, one-month thing. There is no divorce, separation, or whatever else you humans come up with to explain your changes of heart.”

Kitten lifts her hips.

I enter her.

The Omega gasps, both hands gripping my shoulders, blunt fingernails digging into my skin. I grip her wrists and hold them above her head with one hand; with the other, I scoop up her leg and lift it, stretching her tight pussy to receive me. She does. My dick slides inside more, and I begin to move, slowly at first, watching her for signs of discomfort. I purr louder to allow her to fall back into headspace where there’s nothing but pleasure.

The Omega bucks under me and comes, slicking her channel even more. Liquid coats my dick. Her pussy walls tremble as she keeps coming. I pump faster, my hips barely lifting from her pussy, my dick perfectly seated inside there.

Tabby wiggles, trying to free her wrists, but I don’t let her. Frustrated, she growls at me. I let go of her knee and grab her ass, spanking it a few times. My balls lift, knot ready to inflate and lock this Omega with me. Sanity comes—finally—and I pull out of her at the last second, my dick spurting seed on her body. I throw my head back and shout, then grip my dick and squeeze, aiming for her tits.

Minutes later, spent and ready to sleep, I look down at the Omega covered in white seed.

She smiles. “Shower?”

I chuckle. “Indeed.” I carry her upstairs. There is something so…wounded about this Omega, a submission I never believed I’d experience on Earth. I want to care for her so completely that if she let me take her to the bathroom and watch her piss, I would. I want to own every second of her days for the rest of my life.

And so I will.

Chapter 9

Tabby

In bed, I roll over, looking for my phone. The time glares back at me. Missed my class, not that the Telean doctor cleared me for attendance this week anyway. Because yesterday, someone stabbed me. It still seems surreal. Something that would never happen to me, and yet it has. Groaning, I remember my birthday party. That’s not happening now. I got the venue. People won’t come and now, I don’t want them to. Travis tried to kill me.

In the bathroom, I do my business and check the neck wound, a two-inch raised red line. I hate it. I hate Travis even more.

Back in the bedroom, I grab a dress, the short yellow cotton one, wrap a green scarf around my neck, and slip on white cowboy boots. With a bounce in my step, I head downstairs. I survived an attempted murder. And the only reason I survived was because my pussy makes the Terror Hordesman protective. I’ll take it. Travis is going down.

The heels of my cowboy boots click across the hardwood floors, and I follow the smell of pancakes. At the kitchen door, I lean on the frame and watch my Hordesman in a size small black apron flip pancakes while reading the instructions on the pancake box. The other Hordsman stares at a blob resembling a pancake on his plate, fork poised to stab it. With a shake of his head, he pushes the plate away. “Help me,” he whines.

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