Page 23 of Marigold Run

My muscles lock up as every inch of my stupid body hums with the desire to answer. To submit. But I’ve been playing this game a hell of a lot longer than he has. I’ve been poked, prodded, examined, commanded, and analyzed by both alphas and betas for years now.

I don’t submit that easily.

“I don’t remember.” I swallow hard, shoving down the urge to gag.I hate that resisting an alpha’s order physically hurts.

“So you don’t recall fucking anyone before me?” His dark eyes slip down my body, staring at my breasts before returning to my face. “My cock is the only one you know?” He locks eyes with me, not allowing me to look away. I suck in a deep breath, desperately wanting to escape this conversation, but all it does is pull in more of his thick aroma into my body. The effect is immediate, making my pussy wet and my nipples hard. “Is that true?” Izan asks firmly. “Do you remember being fucked before me?”

I have no idea what he wants to hear. Does he want a virgin? Does he want an experienced siren?Why does he even care?

Annoyed that I have to answer at all, I stare at the carpet and force myself to stick to my lie. “I don’t remember.”

Izan releases my neck, then abruptly spins, making his way to the bed. “Then you need to be taught.” He unbuttons his shirt, pulling it from his waistband. “Get on the bed.”

Good. Let’s get this over with.

My feet move and my mind begins to drift. I climb onto the bed and the room falls away. I can feel the soft bedspread beneath my hands and knees, but it’s as if I’m somewhere else. Somewhere far away, safe and quiet. I’m rushed by the memory of a hidden cave that Stefan and I lived in for a few months one spring. The days were warm, and the cave was cool. It eased our sunburnt skin, allowing us to sleep soundly without the fear of being found.

We ate wild strawberries and listened to the rain tap the leaves outside.

Everything smelled of moss and earth, and jasmine and primrose.

“Mari,” Izan says my name loudly, ripping me back to the present.

It takes a second for my eyes to focus on the alpha lying in the center of the bed. He’s completely naked, displaying his firm pecs and cut abs. My gaze drifts from the cut V at his hips down to his dick. The thick cock juts from a nest of dark curls, bobbing slightly as he speaks.

“Come here.” Izan motions me closer. “Sit on my lap.”

Deep confusion twists between my brows. I’m in position to be rutted—on my hands and knees with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed—and he wants me tositon his lap? “What?—”

“Now,” Izan barks, pointing at his dick.

Confused, and more than a little frustrated, I crawl to him. Slick trickles down the inside of my thighs. My body is ready to be filled, but my mind wants to wander.

I pause at Izan’s side, not sure what he wants me to do.

“Like this.” He grabs me by the upper arms, forcing me to straddle his hips. His cock rests against his belly as I sit. My pussy lips surround his shaft, forcing my clit to rub up against him. It’s almost painful.

I don’t like it.

“No.” I shake my head, then lift up so I can slide off of him.

“Put my cock inside you.” Izan grips my hips hard, refusing to allow me to move even an inch.

“You want me tositon you with your dick inside me?” I ask, shocked at his request. This isn’t how alphas rut their omegas. It’s an unnatural position.

“Yes.” Izan grabs the base of his shaft with one hand, guiding my body with the other. “Be a good girl and do as you're told.” He holds my gaze, staring intently at my face. “If you don’t, I’ll lick between your legs.”

The hot, cinnamon wash of embarrassment burns my face as I slowly obey. My fingers tremble when they graze the velvety soft skin of his cock. It’s rock hard, covered in thick twisting veins. I push at it, guiding the tip toward my entrance. Then it pops inside me, and Izan slams my hips all the way down. I gasp at the sudden intrusion as I’m filled to the brim, stretched and soaked. Looking down my body, I swear my stomach looks distended, and it makes sense. The pressure inside me isinsane.

I honestly don’t remember much about the feel of Izan’s cock inside me last night, so I can’t tell if it’s this position that’s making me feel so full or if this is normal.

“Now bounce.” Izan’s green eyes flash.

“Bounce?” I ask, not sure what he means.

“Yes.” His fingers curl around my waist as he lifts me, forcing my body up and down, over and over again.

It feels…good? Maybe. I don’t know. This is all so embarrassing.

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