Page 54 of Marigold Run

“No,” I say flatly. Then I grip the waistband and pull them off her in one fierce movement. Mari jerks and gasps, but I don’t give her time to argue, placing her feet right back onto the edge of the desk. “That’s better.” I spread her wide, admiring her properly exposed pussy. Her wet folds glisten, a trickle of slick gathering at the base of her entrance. It’s so close to spilling over and dripping down the seam of her pretty ass. I want to dipmy head and lap it up, but I made a promise not to fuck her. A stupid, misguided promise. But still a promise.

“Don’t move,” I say, looking hard into Mari’s eyes. The last thing I want is for her to try to run and end up hurting herself. “Do you understand?”

Just as I expected, she doesn’t say a word. Mari simply glares as she slowly bows her head in submission to me. That’s probably the only communication I’ll get from my fiery girl, but I’m okay with that.

Once I’m sure Mari won’t move, I drop my attention to the apex of her thighs. Her pussy is stunning. Red and raw. Properly abused after a night stuffed full of cock. My dick springs to life as I place my thumbs on either one of her slit, spreading gently so I can see more of the entrance. A drip of slick trickles at her opening.

“Are you in pain, or is it only an ache?” I push my thumb just past the entrance of her pussy, dipping into the pool of slick that’s gathered there.

Mari sucks in a sharp breath, pushing her breasts out. Another alpha might think she’s trying to tempt me to fuck her, but her reaction is simply an unintentional reflex. I can feel how swollen she still is. There’s no way she could handle another cock right now. Hell, I probably shouldn’t have even fucked her after she took the twins last night, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Omega?” I angle my head down, catching Mari’s eye. She startles slightly as if ripped from a dream. “Does this hurt?” I push a little deeper inside her.

“I don’t know.” Her throat works as she swallows hard. Her expression is so tight and her breathing restrained. It almost looks like she wants to pant.She’s so fucking responsive.My thumb isn’t even moving, it’s resting at her entrance, feeling her wet slippery cunt.

“Should I call a doctor?” I ask, to make sure.

“I’m just sore.” Mari’s voice raises, clearly irritated. Her attitude grates across my skin, and the urge to put her in her place grips me. But instead, I remove my thumb from her wet body, then replace it with two fingers. Mari gasps loudly as I push into her. A violent tremble makes her body tense, and her thighs shake.Yup. She needs to get off.

I take my time, winding my girl up as I feel the wet pillowy softness inside her. I marvel at how hot her pussy is. It’s like an oven, sucking me deeper and deeper inside her. My cock twitches and my balls grow heavy at the thought of being buried deep inside her, but I can’t. She needs to rest. Fucking her could damage her already tender body.

“I think you’ll live.” I pull my fingers from her, pleased when she whimpers. Holding her gaze, I suck my fingers, humming at the vibrant flavor of my omega.So perfect.“Fuck.” I lick my lips clean. “You taste like heaven.”

Mari stares at me, her chest rising and falling in deep, full breaths. “Can I put my legs down now?” Her voice is still laced with far too much attitude, but the drip of slick and the way her hands tremble tells me everything I need to know—she wants more.Sheneedsmore.

Omegas are so sensitive.

But I can’t give Mari what she needs. My girl needs the fight. She needs to be pushed to the point of no return.

I open the lap drawer of my desk, and Mari sits a little taller, looking between her legs to see what’s inside. But she’s careful to keep her feet in place and her legs spread wide.Such a good girl.

“You’re making a mess of my desk.” I pull out a handkerchief, holding it up so she can see. “Do you want me to clean you up?”

“No,” she says far too quickly, snatching the cloth out of my hand. She presses it to her hot pussy, snapping her legs closed, but the moan that jumps from her throat is almost painful. Marisquirms, shifting her hips, as she tries to clean herself up, but the scent of her sweet arousal only grows, filling my entire office.

“Mari?” I place my hands on either side of her hips, feeling the deep tremble in her body.She’s in pain.“Do you need to come, omega?”

“No.” She snarls, sucking in a sharp breath between her teeth.

I adore Mari. I love her fire and determination. Hell, she’s got more fight than half the alphas on my payroll, but she’s also shit at letting her pack care for her.

Sitting in my office chair, I push away from my desk, allowing me to sit with my legs spread wide. “Omega,” I say in a commanding tone. Mari’s head snaps to me, her body obeying like the good omega she is. “Come here.” I pat my knee. “You need to be tended to.”

“You said—” She grunts, squeezing her thighs together as another wave of her sweet peppermint scent hits the air. It’s too soon for her heat to start, but the early signs are very clear—this omega’s heat isn’t far off. It could be days. Maybe even a week. But her heat-suppressors are already wearing off.It won’t be long.

“You need to get off,” I say, flashing my teeth as I speak. “Now you can either sit on my lap and we can handle this like adults, or we can fight.” I smirk, dropping my voice to a deep rumble. “Do you want to fight, pretty omega? Do you want to claw at my skin while I fuck you so hard you can’t see?”

Mari’s big brown eyes dart back and forth, testing to see how serious I am. But I’m dead serious. I can’t leave my omega in need, even when her pussy is too abused to be properly used. Leaving her in pain would be worse.

“If you don’t sit that tight ass on my leg right now,” I point to the top of my thigh, “I’m going to pin you down and lick every inch of that pussy.”

Rage flickers in Mari’s eyes, followed by fear. She has yet to let me lick her. I ask every fucking night. Her refusal to let me taste her cuts through me like a fucking blade—especially after she let Dassy—but for whatever reason, denying me the privilege of eating her out makes her feel in control. And her peace of mind is all that matters to me.

But at least I can use it to get my way.

“What do you want, Mari?” I narrow my eyes. “Do you want to fight? Or do you want to obey?”

Mari’s jaw clenches as she lets out a high-pitched growl. For a second, I think we’re going to fight, but then to my surprise, she stands. Her soft blue dress falls down her body, covering her pretty pussy. But all I can see is the river of slick still pouring down the inside of her thighs.

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