Page 23 of Auctioned to the Alpha

But he needed to make a point—and this was the perfect way to do so.

She was blindfolded, so he didn’t need to show it to her. Instead he simply laid his claws against the fabric stretched across her hip, the slacks smooth and form fitting, emphasizing the very pleasing lines and curves of her buxom figure. With a deft touch, and an obsessive concentration, he used that claw, honed to razor sharp lethality, and slit her slacks from the waistband all the way down to the ankle. She trembled deliciously as he did it, as if she knew that one exaggerated move from her might lead him to cut flesh rather than fabric. But he was much too careful for that, of course, even though he enjoyed her fear, the anxiousness coming off of her in waves.

He moved to the other side, slicing all the way down the exaggerated curve, tracing that broad, pleasing plane of her hip, then exploring her toned yet soft thighs. It was with great pleasure that he finally ripped the fabric from her legs, the tattered clothing falling away, a few crazed strings floating on the air in its wake.

“Interesting choice of panties this girl has,” Ryan drawled.

They were a flimsy lace, in white, evoking a purity, a goodness that even one such as Dmitri couldn’t help but smile at. She wasveryfar from purity and goodness now though, and he looked forward to the moment when she finally realized that.

Dmitri leaned close so that only she could hear him. “I want you stay very still for me, don’t move a muscle. Can you do that for me?”

“Mm! Mmm!” She chewed at the cruel gag, but finally nodded.

He grinned. It was good enough. He could already see the conflict in her mind, but he wasn’t sure how much awareness she had yet of his presence there. It was another sign—and a portentous one—that she was much more than simply an omega.

Could it be? Did he dare to believe it was possible? What if she were… his true mate?

Don’t be an idiot, Dmitri. Those don’t really exist. They’re just fairy tales.

Regardless, hope steeled its way into his heart anyway. And into his cock too.

He made quick work of the suitcoat, and then the blouse, leaving them both in tatters piled at her feet along with the shredded remnants of her slacks. The smell of her cunt was even stronger then, spicy and mouthwatering, the essence of her tinged provocatively with the hint of fear, and yes more than a little reluctant arousal.

Though it was impossible to know for sure, he suspected Stacy was already feeling it, the sensation within her at full blast at that point, her body betraying her in ways she didn’t even know were possible. He’d read the stories, of course, the accounts of omegas who’d been kind enough to share the most intimate details of what it was like to become something that they didn’t even understand.

The harrowing journey to becoming a slave to their own body’s desires.

Oh, he suspected Stacy knewsomethingof that already. The most salient question though, was what the tough, resourceful agent would do about it. How far would she go to fight the truth, to deny what it was that she always had been? To what lengths would an agent go to avoid accepting her fate?

Her bra was as pleasing as her panties, the same delicate lace, barely enough there to support her very large, round breasts, the dark halos of her wide areola clearly visible behind the white fabric. His cock throbbed at that, his mouth suddenly dry, and not for the first time he longed to fall upon her, to make her his in every way an alpha could. To show her that what she was, was whatever he decided to make of her.

And that in the end, that was exactly what she wanted.

Many omegas fought that, of course, thinking that somehow their free will, the old conception of their selves mattered. But he hoped Stacy wouldn’t. The omega wasbecoming, whether the woman whose body the omega was manifesting itself within was ready for it or not. It wasn’t anything mystical or existential, and in fact was quite natural. An omega was a certaintypeof female, a being whose purpose was fulfilled in only one way—a permanent union with an alpha who knew exactly what she needed.

Every fiber of his being wanted to claim her, protect her, discipline her, and most of allcherishher. For she was that rarest of creatures on this earth.

The one thing that could make an alpha feel whole.

“Now, just stay very still, little rabbit,” he said clasping his hand about her pleasingly narrow waist, his thumb stroking near the dark whorl of her navel. Her smooth belly beckoned to him, the skin there so pale it was almost translucent, so soft and creamy. She was a unique beauty, and while the aesthetic power of her form stunned him for a moment, much more than that it provoked the animal within him, the masculine need to conquer, to take, to make her his in every way. She already was, of course, but it was up to him to make sure she understood the truth of it.

And he intended to do just that.

Her body trembled once more as he eased his fingers into the wispy waistband of her panties, hooking the fabric around them and drawing her underwear down over her broad hips. Her whimper was just barely audible behind the gag, and it thrilled him to hear it. What pleased him still more was the surge of scent, the glistening flood he found slicking the slit of her sex, the swollen lips tucked as they were within a fetchingly thick grove of silky auburn pubic hair. He was pleased to see she didn’t shave it, something which had seemed to be almost ubiquitous for so many years.

He’d always hated it. He wanted a woman wholookedlike a woman. Perhaps he had a bit of a fetish for pubic hair, perhaps he was just particular, but whatever the reason, no one was going to dare question him on it. Least of all his omega.

Drawing the lace the rest of the way down her legs, he paused to give her calf a gentle squeeze, murmuring up to her. “It’s okay, Stacy. You’re okay. You’re not going to be hurt.”

He wasn’t sure, though, if she would believe the words that he’d said, but that didn’t really matter. Somewhere deep inside she did, and though he was equally certain she’d never admit such a thing, he suspected she was relieved to know that in the end, his job was to protect her, to guide her through the process.

It was a journey she didn’t yet understand, the gravity of it something that was just beginning. And though she couldn’t possibly know it yet, that same journey would be both the end of her—and the birth of who she’d always been.

As her alpha it was his job, hisduty, his profound pleasure to take her by the hand, both physically and metaphorically, and lead her every step of the way. To show her that no matter what came, through the light and the dark, he would always be there.

Always.

He rose to his feet, and cut the brassiere from her form, and as the lace fell away, the soft, heavy weight of her breasts burst forth, the areolas broad, and smooth, and perfect, the dark blush nipples already hard and prominent. He loved her gorgeous nipples. His need to touch them, to take them in his mouth, to squeeze them cruelly in his fingers to the music of her lost moans was something he longed for. Oh, how he wanted her!

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