Page 125 of Choosing Their Omega

Miles smiles, stepping close and tipping my chin up. “Of course. I thought you would like it.” He traces my jaw with his fingertips, something shifting in his expression. “And there’s another reason I brought you here too. Do you remember when you told us about your fantasy of being chased?”

My heart stutters in my chest, because of course I remember. My Alphas know pretty much every single one of my fantasies now, even the ones I used to feel embarrassed or awkward about. Lawson has even taken to perusing the spots I tabbed in my romance novels, which he knows are usually steamy bits that really got me going. He calls it “searching for inspiration,” and I think he’s got a running list of things he wants to bring to life with me.

But this one? The fantasy of being chased through the woods and then fucked senseless?

This is one that makes the most sense with Miles. He’s already shown me his dominant side, and the idea of taking that up a notch sends a thrill through me. I trust him to respect my limits and to always take care of me—which is why I feel safe living out this fantasy with him.

“Yeah, I remember,” I whisper. “Is that what you brought me here for? To fuck me in the woods?”

He smiles, his eyes darkening. “If you want it, yes.”

“I do.” I swallow, my breath quickening. “I really, really do.”

The expression on his face makes something low inside me clench. “Good. Because ever since you talked about it, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I want to pin you down and fuck you until you scream.”

Oh god. If he keeps talking like this, I won’t have a chance in hell of outrunning him—not that I actually want to—because my legs will be too damn weak to carry me.

“If you ever want the fantasy to stop, say red, and I’ll stop,” he tells me, trailing his fingers gently along the line of my jaw. “It’s all up to you, Lily. You’re giving me control, but you can take it back at any time. Understand?”

I nod, my stomach flipping and swooping with a mixture of excitement, arousal, and nerves. This is unlike anything I’ve ever done before, but the heavy thrum of heat in my veins is undeniable proof that I’ve been wanting to try it.

And now I get to.

With an Alpha who loves and protects me, and also helps me explore this side of myself.

Impulsively, I rise up onto my tiptoes, pressing my lips to Miles’s as I wrap my arms around his neck. He meets me in the kiss, his arms banding around me and pinning me tightly against his muscular body.

For a long moment, we just breathe each other in, our lips moving together and our tongues dancing. It’s soft and sweet… but then the kiss breaks, and something hotter and more urgent fills the space between us.

Miles loosens his arms, one hand sliding up to grip my throat. The firm, dominant touch sends my heart racing, and I’m sure he can feel my pulse fluttering beneath his palm. He tilts my head up, making me even more aware of the height difference between us as he stands straight and tall, gazing down at me with those intense hazel eyes.

“My bad girl wants to get fucked in the woods, raw and dirty. Doesn’t she?” he asks, his tone dark and velvety.

I swallow, and I know he can feel that movement beneath his hand too. “Yes.”

His smile is fierce and predatory, and so full of heat that it nearly makes me combust.

“You’ll have to earn it, first. The second I let go, you’d better run. Because when I catch you, I’m going to use you any way I want. I’ll fuck that sweet pussy and then fuck your mouth, and you’ll beg me for more.”

My knees wobble again, my thighs clenching at his words.

He didn’t even say if. He said when.

He’s giving me the chance to run, but he’s so confident in his ability to catch me that it’s not even a question.

Somehow, that thought only turns me on more, making me feel like the prey to his predator. But the only difference is, I want to be caught.

Miles lingers for a moment longer, his hand still gripping my throat. Then he takes a step back and releases me.

It takes a second for me to force my lust-dazed body into motion, but then instinct takes over, and I spin on my heel and dart away, racing through the thick woods.

Honestly, running has never been my favorite activity, but the adrenaline and excitement of the moment give me a burst of energy, and I’m surprised by how fast I’m moving. There’s nothing but silence behind me for a few moments as Miles gives me a head start—but then I hear the telltale sound of heavy footsteps in the distance.

Another thrill shoots through me, goosebumps prickling over my skin even as I pump my arms and legs harder, my lungs burning from the exertion.

I dart between trees, doing my best to evade him, but even without looking backward, I can tell that Miles is gaining on me.

Of course he is. He’s bigger, stronger, and faster. He’s a professional athlete, his muscles honed from hours of practice and intense workouts.

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