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“What?” I shake my head. “No, I can’t be. I… I take suppressants.”
He clenches his teeth, fighting his body’s instinctive need to take what he wants. “Well, they’re not working,” he rasps. “I can smell it on you.”
Even though I’m terrified, I can’t control my need to be closer to him. I suck and nip his skin, rubbing my overheated body against his. My skin is shiny with sweat, and I’m losing my ability to think logically. Every omega instinct in me is screaming to find an alpha to satiate the need building inside of me. To find my alpha to take care of me.
He inhales my skin and his eyes blaze with need. His face is a beautiful but scary portrait of lust. His lips pull tight against his teeth, and the muscles of his neck distend as he struggles for control. He growls and his body shakes as his eyes grow even brighter.
“C., I’m going into a rut, C. Fuck, I… I can’t help it.” His voice holds a warning that does nothing to calm me.
Another wave of molten heat crashes over me, and my fear begins to fade. It’s replaced with a lust that takes my breath away. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “It’s okay, just give me what I need.”
Chapter Nine
He groans, nuzzling my neck. “You smell so fucking good,” he mumbles. “I’ll take care of you, C. I’ll give you what you need. I’ll make you mine.”
“Yeah, give me what I need,” I whimper, writhing on the bed. “Give me everything I need, alpha.”
His eyes so bright blue they’re painful to look at. “Yes,” he hisses. “I’ll protect what’s mine.”
I whine, arching my back as lust rips through me. The intensity is agonizing. I claw at him, feeling like I’ve lost my mind. Sweat streaks down the side of my face and my ass pulses more slick. “Please,” I plead. “Please, help me.”
He gives another animalistic rumble, his eyes glittering with raw need. My skin feels too tight, and my ass is aching and throbbing as he stares down at me like a predator. A pathetic whining sound breaks from my tight throat.
“Shhh,” he says in a growly voice. “I’ll take care of you, omega.”
He crawls on top of me, his big body pressing me into the mattress. The heat of my flesh is unbearable now, a molten wave of need crashing over me like a goddamn tsunami. My skin is slick with sweat, every nerve screaming for relief. For him.
Malcolm. Malcolm. Malcolm.
His name is a fucking mantra in my head, a prayer I can’t stop chanting. His presence, his scent, his fucking alpha energy,it’s short-circuiting my system. I’m a mess, a trembling, leaking, desperate mess, and I can’t think straight.
My body is betraying me, slick pooling between my cheeks, my hole clenching around nothing, aching for his cock. I can feel it, the wetness seeping out of me, and I know he can smell it too. His nostrils flare, his chest rumbling with another low, possessive growl that sends shivers down my spine.
He’s so fucking heavy, but I love his weight on me. I feel the heat radiating off him, the hard lines of his muscles. His breath is hot on my face, his lips brushing against my skin, and I can’t help grinding against his cock. A whimper escapes me, high-pitched and needy, and I hate how fucking weak I sound, how much I want him.
“Malcolm,” I breathe, my voice trembling, and he growls, the sound vibrating through me. I tilt my head back, our eyes meeting. His irises are still that unnatural silvery blue. My heart is racing, my chest heaving, and I can feel the fever burning through me, my skin on fire.
All my years dating female alphas, I never wanted to be taken before. Never wanted to be claimed. But fuck, I want it now. I want Malcolm to fuck me, to own me, to fill me up until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but take it.
His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, sliding along my heated skin, his fingers digging into my hips, my waist, my ass. He’s pulling me closer, grinding his cock against me, and I can feel how hard he is, how much he wants this too. His lips crash against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, and I moan into the kiss, my hands fisting in his hair.
He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, and I arch into him, my cock leakinga stream of pre-cum in my excitement. I spread my thighs, exposing my hole to him. Face hot, I whimper as he stares at my quaking hole. I feel the muscles clenching and unclenching as my hole beckons to my alpha.
My alpha.
That term might have scared me minutes ago, but right now, Malcolm is my salvation. He’s the only thing that can quench this awful fire raging inside of me. And he wants that too. His look is predatory. Possessive. He’s going to claim me. His inner wolf is completely in charge, and I won’t even try to stop him. I want it bad. I want his cock. I want his bite. My heat is raging through me like an inferno, and if an alpha, my alpha, doesn’t fuck me soon, I feel like I’ll die.
With a growl Malcolm slides two fingers between my ass cheeks, finding my hole. I gasp as he teases me, his fingers slick with my own wetness, and then he’s pushing one inside me, stretching me open. I’ve never had anything in my ass and it feels weird, but strangely perfect. The pressure is borderline painful, but I need more.
“Fuucck,” I moan, my head falling back. He growls again, his teeth scraping the skin of my throat as he adds a second finger. I’m trembling, my legs shaking as he works me open, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. As my asshole is stretched by his fingers I’m babbling, begging. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. I have one goal in mind: to be bred.
He pulls his fingers out, and I whine at the loss, but then he’s spinning me around, pushing me face down onto the mattress. His hands are on my hips, yanking me up onto my knees, and then I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole. He’s as gentle as a rutting alpha can be as he pushesinside me. Still, it fucking hurts. I’ve never had a cock in my ass and he’s big. Thick and long. As his dick tunnels slowly inside me, I cry out and claw at the sheets.
“Shhh,” he says in a deep, rumbling voice. “This has to happen.”
“Oh, God,” I whimper, panting as he goes even deeper. I feel him everywhere inside my molten guts. He’s so big it’s almost unbearable. My ass aches and quakes as he becomes fully seated inside me.
“Jesus, fuck,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re so tight, C. Feels too good.”
