Page 55 of Marigold Run

“Good,” I say, leaning back once again. “Now use me.”

“Use you?” Mari’s face crunches up as she takes in my still-clothed body.

“Yes.” I reach for her, guiding her so she’s straddling one of my legs. She inches forward, holding onto my shoulders to steady herself.

“What do you mean?” Her eyes flicker to my crotch, no doubt noticing my very hard cock. But this isn’t about me. It’s about helping my omega.

“Lower down.” I push at her hips, helping her sit. Slick immediately soaks through my slacks as her heat presses against me. “Now rub that pussy against me,” I say. “Get yourself off.”

Mari’s eyes go wide with shock, and her body lifts as she tries to stand, but I double my hold, not allowing her to move. “What the hell, Izan!” she yells, then looks around the empty room as if terrified someone might have overheard. Then she whispers, “I can’t…” she looks down at my leg. “I can’t dothat.”

“Why not?”

“Because—”

I tug her slight body toward me, making her pussy drag over the fabric of my pants. A shocked gasp, quickly followed by a deep moan rolls from Mari’s chest. I do it again and again.

“Please,” she pants, squeezing her eyes shut tight. “Don’t.” The word falls into a breathy moan and her hips begin to roll. All the fight and embarrassment in my girl is gone, replaced by pure need.

Omegas really are fascinating creatures.

So delicate and fragile. But when given the chance to come, they turn into tiny beasts, desperate to chase their next orgasm.

“Does that feel good?” I stare at Mari’s expression, watching as her pleasure slowly builds. It’s just like when I fuck her—at first her movements are shaky, but they soon become fluid as her fingers curl into my shoulders. “That’s a good girl,” I purr, lessening my grip so my omega can get herself off. Then I shift my hand, touching her hard, little clit.

“Fuck!” Mari snarls as her head falls back, exposing her beautiful neck.

“That’s right.” I slip my other hand under her dress, pinching her tight nipples. “Don’t stop until you make a mess all over me.” I eye the wet puddle of slick growing on my slacks. She’s close. I can sense it.

Mari’s eyes shut tight and her fingernails bite into the back of my neck, then all at once she comes undone. Her orgasm is swift, making her legs shake, but she keeps grinding down on me, chasing those last few seconds of pleasure. She’s stunning when she comes. So breathless and beautiful.

“That’s my good girl.” I pull Mari’s limp body to me, laying her head against my chest. Slick covers my whole thigh, dripping down the inside of my pants, making its way toward my ankle. “Do you feel better?” I sniff the top of her head, pulling in as much of her scent as I can. There’s nothing like the aroma of a freshly satisfied omega.

“I really hate you,” Mari mumbles against my chest, making me smile.

“That’s okay.” I kiss her hair, caressing the full length of her back. “You can hate me all you want.”

Mari slowly lifts her head, resting her chin against my chest, then speaks with slow, lazy words, “You are a mean alpha. Bossy. And controlling.” Her lips lift with a kind of satisfaction that tells me she thinks she’s really cut me deep. It's adorable.

“I will try to be nicer to you.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

A loud knock rips through the room, and Mari lets out a violent scream. I quickly hug her to me, angling my body away from the door.

“Sir?” Tonia’s uneasy voice cuts through my office door. Mari curls her shoulders inward, pushing so hard against my chest it feels like she’s trying to crawl inside me. “Mr. Silva?” Tonia knocks again.

I look out the window, noticing the rising sun. I didn’t realize how late it was. While the rest of the office won’t be getting here for another hour or so, Tonia always comes in early. And once she knows Mari is here, the damn beta won’t leave me alone until she’s had a chance to chat Mari up. Tonia is excellent at her job, but I swear the woman talks just to hear the sound of her own voice.

“Sir?” Tonia’s voice is louder this time, her face obviously pressed against the door.

“Who is that?” Mari cuts an angry glare at the door.

“It’s the office manager,” I say with an annoyed huff. “She’s a harmless beta.” Leaning toward the door, I try to keep my voice even and devoid of all emotion as I loudly say, “I’ll be right there, Tonia.” But I still sound angry.I hate that Mari is scared.

“Sir?” The shadow from the beta’s feet shifts nervously under the door. “Bear is here to see you, sir.”

“Bear?” I sit a little taller, lessening my hold on Mari’s slight body. I don’t miss the way she pouts, but unfortunately, I have work to do. “Is Stanley with him?”

“Nope. It’s just Bear,” Tonia says, and I imagine her flat grimace. Stanley’s pack is pretty aggressive. He and Bear are both assholes. It’s nothing Tonia can’t handle, but she’s not fond of either one.

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