Page 93 of Feral Alphas

“Is it true you’re taking legal action against your father?”

The perfumer turns to gape at me, muttering softly under his breath. “Romdine?”

A shudder runs through me, and I bend down, gathering Rose up into my arms. She’s not a tiny girl and it takes me a moment to get a secure enough grip to lift her.

“No comment,” I growl, and step off the elevator, pushing against the bustling crowd. Rose covers her nose with one hand, no doubt sensitive to the array of thick scents.

“Back up, folks! This is very disruptive!” the perfumer bellows.

I don’t care if I must kick them out of the way, I’m getting my omega somewhere safe. Any sensible person would probably take her back into the hotel, but the last thing I need right now is anything associated with my surname.

Thankfully the parking staff are on the ball, and my car’s open and running by the time I make it to the front door. I load Rose in the passenger side, then we tear out onto the street. Her soft cries drag at my heart like nails on chalkboard. My first attempt and I failed her, badly enough to make her cry.

“I’m so sorry, Rose,” I murmur, trying to drive and hold as much of her as I can one-handed. “I really messed this up. I’m sorry,mi amor.” Tears sting up the back of my eyes. “I wanted this to be perfect for you.”

“Kye,” she says with a soft hiccup. “All I need is you.”

Her words hit me in the chest and lodge in my throat. All my life people have needed surnames, and money, and the trimmingson everything every day. But Rose isn’t like everyone I’ve grown up around. She just wants me, but I’m not even sure who Kye Romdine is without the Romdine.

“What can I do to fix this?” I ask.

“I need you,” she whimpers. Her fingers dig into my hand and fresh tears run down her cheeks. “I have this feeling in my belly . . .” She hesitates, and a spasm runs through her body.

“Tell me,” I coax.

“Colt made it go away with his knot earlier. He said to ask when I felt it again.”

Frick! Here I am splashing fifteen grand I don’t have on dinner, dresses, and a ring when all she wants is something that comes completely free. Trust is the only price.

“I’ll take you straight home,” I promise.

“I can’t wait that long.”

I glance at her, curled into herself on the seat and shivering, and I tell the navigation to show me the closest park. Within minutes, I’m helping her into the backseat of my car and wrestling down my trousers. Thank my lucky stars for dark tinting on the Audi.

Rose slides her own panties off and straddles my waist. Tears prick my eyes as her slick pussy accepts me straight away. Her hiss of indrawn breath as I discover the blisters on the back of her feet rubbed by the high heel straps breaks my heart all over again.

Gently she eases down onto my waiting cock, every catch of her breath setting my blood on fire. I groan into her shoulder as her scent flares, the bitter edge of fear easing. I clasp her around the waist and thrust up into her, every stroke a silent promise to do better. To be better.

Rose braces herself on my shoulders and starts to push her hips into me. I want to praise her, to apologize, to make promises, but all she needs from me is this silent promise that I’m here for her. That we belong together.

Her cold shivers change to spasms of pleasure as we make our way together, finding our pace. The purrs and whimpers flowing from her silky throat drive me to the edge as I pleasure my omega on the backseat of my car, the least quintessential place I can imagine for our first time. Yet with her in my arms, no royal suite in any hotel in the world could compare.

She shatters over me, the slick flowing down my legs. With a gasp, I join her orgasm, my body quivering as I pump her full of my cum. With the pressure of first orgasm released, the knot at the base of my cock swells with interest.

Rose lifts her head and a sound I’ve never heard before slips between her teeth. My body reacts on instinct as I grip the back of her neck and thrust up deep inside her, lodging the knot in one strike.

She gasps and her eyes roll back with another instant orgasm as I lock into place, tying my omega to me.

“My beloved galaxy,” I croon, stroking her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, finally relaxing onto my chest. A moment later she jerks and turns her face away to vomit up the rich food I forced on her onto the seat beside us.

It’s my penance, for a lesson learned the hard way. I can only imagine what Colt’s going to have to say to me when we get home.

Chapter thirty-five

Colt

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