Page 19 of Consider The Lilies

My jutting bones and my sunken stomach.

“P-please don’t hurt me!” I cry, trying to pull my shirt back down, but it’s twisted beneath me, not budging.My heart is going to burst through my chest.Panicking, I hit his face and chest as he settles on top of me, pinning my legs in place. “Stop!”

A shadow crosses the alpha’s face when I punch his chest especially hard, but instead of flashing his teeth or lashing out at me, he smirks. It’s a slow-spreading smile. The kind that makes you tremble in fear and beg for your mommy. But my mommy is dead. Just like everyone else who ever loved me.

“Please, d-don’t,” I sob, praying someone will come in here and save me. Maybe that bearded alpha. His voice was so nice. So calm.

“Calm down,” the angry alpha snarls. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

But I don’t believe him. Of course, he’ll hurt me. That’s what alphas do to omegas. Every single alpha who found me and my sister in the woods hurt her in one way or another. She always sacrificed herself for me, saying I was too young to endure what alphas wanted. She never told me what that was, but, based on the bruises they left on her body, it wasn’t good.

“Puh-please,” I whine high in my throat when he grabs my hands and forces them over my head. His grip is tight, squeezing my wrists so hard, it feels like my bones might break. “Let me go,” I beg as hot tears spill from the corners of my eyes. They fall into my hair, curling along the top of my ears.

“Relax, omega.” Mister ignores my cries. His gaze darts across my face, looking at me like a ravaged beast. Then he moves, shocking me by dropping his head into the crook of my neck. I freeze up, terrified he’s going to bite me. I don’t know much about alphas, but I know that once they bite your neck, you belong to them forever. “Fuck, you smell amazing.” His wet tongue slips up my throat, pausing right beneath my ear. Then he sucks.Hard.

It pinches at first, making me wince, but then my abs tighten, and I suddenly feel a flash of heat. I don’t like it. Something is wrong with me. Am I getting sick?

“You taste like heaven,” Mister rumbles in my ear. His breath is so hot, it makes me tremble. “Do you like how I’m touching you?” He rises up to look at my face. He’s such an intimidating alpha. Sharp jaw, dark brown eyes, and a rough five-o’clock shadow. “Do you like being dominated?”

“I don’t…” I press my lips together, not sure how to answer. If I say no, will he hurt me?

“Stefan,” he says my name softly. Almost as if savoring it. He shifts, grabbing both of my wrists with one big hand, then he brings the other hand down and brushes the hair out of my eyes. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

I jerk at his question. Shocked.Is he mocking me?But his dark eyes hold mine, and I realize he’s waiting for me to answer. I think about telling him I’ve kissed my sister on the cheek many times, but I know that’s not what he means.

“No,” I mumble, half expecting him to laugh at me the way that button-nosed beta did.

But instead, his eyes flash with excitement as he slowly lowers his face to mine. He’s so close, breathing the air that escapes my mouth. Then, ever so slowly, he presses his lips to mine. It’s surprisingly soft. Maybe even nice. But he tastes weird. That gross smoke smell is stuck in my nose.

“How did that feel?” He breaks the kiss, keeping his face close to mine.

But I don’t know what to say. “It was okay,” I whisper, hoping he’s happy with that answer. And I’m relieved when he smiles.

“So innocent.” He chuckles softly before looking down at my exposed body. I test his grip on my wrists, but it’s no use. He’s too strong. “So, no one has even touched you here?” Fingertips graze my hip and my whole body tenses.

I’m completely immobile while he touches my most intimate area. His rough fingers fondle my privates, lifting my soft member off my stomach. My face burns while he plays with me, squeezing my penis a few times before finally releasing me. A strange tingle slips over my groin, making me wince then shift. The sensation is weird. Kind of uncomfortable.Am I getting sick?

“Are you really eighteen?” Mister’s hard gaze snaps back to my face.

I nod, unable to look him in the eye. He’s not only looking at my naked body, but he touched me there too.How humiliating.

"Your body isn’t reacting.” He brushes the back of his hand over my privates. I have no idea what he means by that, but for some reason, I still feel ashamed. If there’s something wrong with me, will he hurt me? Kick me out or kill me? “Do you normally struggle to get hard?”

My brows pull together, confused by his question. “Hard?” I repeat the word. “What do you mean? What gets hard?”

Mister’s expression shifts from worry to wild surprise. His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open. “Omega,” he says so softly, it's almost shocking. “Have you never had an erection?”

I shy away from his crass question. I know what that word means…kind of. It’s something alphas get when they want to mate you. I think it has something to do with the bite alphas give you. But omegas don’t do that. We slick. But I honestly don’t know much about that either. I was so little when I was pulled out of school, and I never got to attend an omega academy.

I feel so stupid.

“Do you know what’s expected of you here?” Mister looks deep into my eyes. When I don’t answer, he huffs then asks, “Do you know what mating is?”

My face burns bright red as I comb through the faint memories of my parents. My alpha fathers would kiss my mother, dote on her, and compliment her all the time. But I was so young when I lost my family that I don’t remember much else. After Mari and I ran away, I didn’t have anyone to teach me that stuff. And the only thing my sister ever told me about mating was to avoid alphas at all costs. That they’d hurt me.

“Omega!” Mister snaps at me, pulling me from my thoughts. I flinch at how loud he is, squeezing my eyes shut tight. “Answer me.”

“No,” I finally force the word from my mouth. “I don’t know what you want.” Then I hold my breath, waiting for the alpha to react. But when he doesn’t yell or touch me again, I open my eyes. His hard expression shifts, and undeniable pity pulls at the corners of his mouth.

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