Page 10 of Rathgar

If she’s to be my assigned partner, then we’ll get it over with as soon as possible. That way we won’t have to spend more time together than necessary.

At least, that’s what my rational brain tries to tell myself. Part of me still yells that she’s insufferable. Loud. Too careless and too curious for her own good.

But another part — a growing part — wants to see her naked and bound to my bed. Wants to feel her soft flesh beneath my fingertips, and wants to hear her screams of pleasure as she comes undone around me.

I’ll show her what an alpha really is. Make sure she never forgets it. And by the time I’m done, no other alpha will ever try to take what’s mine again.

The landscape blurs around us. I’m holding Janie possessively against my torso as we ride. Her scent fills every sense I have. Intoxicating. Addicting. Overwhelming. Now I know what Soren was talking about. Is it like this with every omega, I wonder?

Or just her?

The thought crops up for a fraction of a second, but I brush it away. She’s nothing more than a means to an end. I didn’t come here to give my heart away, and neither did she.

I just hope my body can remember what my brain wants.

We reach the cottages in record time. By the time I help her down, she’s squirming and panting against me. Her scent grows with each passing moment. Her bravado rears its head every now and then, as if she remembered she was supposed to resist, but she’s powerless against the pull of the omega serum.

That makes two of us.

When I get her back on the ground, she sags against me, legs wobbling from the ride. “Rathgar…” She all but moans, looking up at me with those perfect lips just slightly parted. “You’re…”

I sweep her up into a bridal carry and relish the way she yelps with surprise. From this angle I can feel the soft curves of her body against me. I can see her flushed face and the emotions she’s trying so hard to hide. But most of all, I can see the damp spot between her legs where slick had already soaked through the fabric.

Fuck, I need to get her inside before I mount her right here.

Good thing I learned how to multi-task in the service, because I’m swiping open the security panel with one hand while holding Janie close with the other. In a matter of seconds we’re inside — far too long, if you ask me — and I waste no time heading straight for the bedroom.

She deserves better than this. She deserves a good, proper mating ritual. I know what a heart-mate would be owed, and Soren and Lara are lucky to have what they do. But that’s not what Janie is going to get. Not tonight.

Janie questioned not only me, but my status as an alpha, and it doesn’t matter who she is. I won’t let that stand.

Soren always reminds me that Earth girls are different than us. They have different beliefs and customs. They come from a whole different planet. But right now, that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that she’s here on my turf and she’s breaking my rules.

“Where are you—“ Janie’s voice is weak, trembling against my chest. She’s looking around the huge cottage in awe, but there’s only one place I want to be right now — balls deep in her delicious pussy.

“Welcome home.” I lay her down on the bed, delighting in the silhouette before sitting down beside her. She’s so perfect in this moment. So tender, with her heaving breasts and her soft flesh just begging to be worshiped.

But first, there’s something I need to do.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pull her to me until she’s draped over my lap, ass high in the air. My cock jumps at the contact, straining against my trousers and leaving a spot of wetness behind. Janie squeaks and tries to get up again, but I put a hand on the back of her neck and hold her down.

“Stay.” The word tingles on my tongue, some hidden power laced behind the seemingly simple words. She stops immediately, growing pliant to my touch. Janie tilts her head, just enough to catch my eye.

She’s still talking, but her voice no longer has that rebellious edge to it. It’s tinged with desire, whispery and a little hoarse. “W-what are you doing?” She stammers. “I thought we were gonna…”

“We are.” I slip a hand down her back until it comes to rest on the full swell of her ass. “But first, there’s a little disciplinary problem we need to address.”

“Wait, wha—“ Her voice cuts off in the cutest little squeak as I smack her ass. I rub the soft curve there, digging my fingers in. For such a small being, she has such a voluptuous body. I can’t get enough of.

Neither can my cock, apparently, because it aches and twitches upward, trying to find its mark. Not yet, though. Not until she comes apart in my arms, begging for what I’m about to do to her.

Janie freezes over my lap. She stops wriggling, but her shoulders rise and fall with quick, shuddered breaths. I reach down and push her hair to one side. She breaks out in goosebumps at my mere touch. With a gasp, she pushes her upward into my hand, looking for something more.

And who am I to deny such a beautiful creature? I wrap one hand around her ponytail and hold it taut while spanking her again with the other. Her cries light up the room, anguish and arousal all rolled into one.

It’s maddening. It’s addicting.

It’s perfect.

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