Page 46 of Defiant
So.
Damn.
Good.
My entire body goes limp and Black shoves me forward, face-first onto the pillows, grabbing my hips and ramming hard again as my pussy contracts around him. He comes silently before collapsing forward on top of me.
His heat and his scent surround me and for a second my mind drifts off like a sailboat caught by a breeze and driven toward a destination by a power it can’t see, only feel. But as I come down from the high of sex, worry cracks the helm, creating a leak, and that peaceful feeling takes on water.
I just had sex with Black Maddox.
Alpha of the Lobos.
Head of my pack.
The man who claims that I’m an omega and he’s got the right to own me for the rest of my life.
Suddenly, his touch and scent are too much. I elbow him until he rolls off of me and I move to scoot off the bed, but his hand captures me and holds me in place. He turns me onto my side and then spoons me, one arm over my waist like a seatbelt, strapping me in place.
His nose nuzzles my hair and he gives a satisfied and drowsy, “Mmmm.”
I lie there tense, waiting, counting his breaths as they even out and eventually slow, trying to ignore the stickiness collecting between my thighs.
Meanwhile, my mind races in circles, in figure eights, in wild twisting scribbles that have no destination.I had sex with an alpha. I swore to myself I’d never have sex with an alpha.Of all the alphas … him? One I have almost zero chance of escaping?And worse … what does it mean that the sex was good? Great even? Oh god. I press my lips together hard in order to stay silent as I wait.
When Black’s finally asleep, I carefully lift his bulky arm off of me and slide out of bed, padding silently into the bathroom. I close the door gently, so slow that even I barely register the click of the latch. Then I use the restroom before turning on the shower. When it’s warm, I climb inside, determined to wash him and this indiscretion off my skin. It’s only then that I allow myself to burst into tears.
What the fuck just happened?
17
Black
I wakeup feeling drunk and, at first, I think I might have downed more whiskey last night than I thought I did. But the glass bottle is perched on the nightstand still two-thirds full, so it’s not the culprit.
I inhale, feeling lightheaded and I look over, realizing the source of my pervasive sense of giddy dizziness. Elena.
I gaze down at the girl curled up next to me on top of the covers, huddled on her side, her face turned so that it’s buried in the pillow and completely hidden. The underside of her hair is free of the white streaks I don’t love and glows a natural luminous black in the dim light drifting in from the rec room.
I don’t remember turning off the light in here. I gaze down and realize that Elena must have gotten out of bed after I fell asleep. Gotten out and returned.
Well, I didn’t send her into heat like I’d hoped to, not if she’s able to sleep for hours on end without waking up to beg for my cock—omegas in heat are supposed to be insatiable—but she got up and chose to come back and lay down next to me. That’s still progress, given that she’d wanted to hightail it earlier.
I think she’s finally beginning to accept that she’s an omega. Besides, I’m not really upset she didn’t go right into a frenzy. I don’t mind if we have to practice a few times to get her to go into a mindless, deliciously wanton state to bring on her first heat. I’ll make that sacrifice.
I'm still naked, while she slept clothed, a situation that I'm going to have to talk to her about. That’s not happening again.
I run a hand through my hair, my teeth gently grinding against one another as I wonder about just what I need to do with this little gem I've discovered. Always rare and special, most omegas were slaughtered during the pack wars that established the current territories—killing their omega is a good way to drive an alpha to madness.
Finding an omega now is like finding a four-leaf clover.
But keeping her, that’s gonna be a bitch. I scrub a hand down over my face, feeling stubble on the top part of my cheeks that’s grown while I slept. I'm a mess. And I'mina mess.
I can only imagine how much Stone's blown up my phone and the phones of any of our mutual contacts.
Technically, based on the treaty created by Stone and my predecessor, any omega born into the Lobos is supposed to go to the Dark Nights and vice versa. Good fucking will and other such bullshit.
Stone isn’t the only one who’s pissed at me either. Some of my elites want me to give her up because they don’t want to face off against the pack that’s constantly a thorn in my side.
