Page 9 of Shattered Omega: Part One

“You’re so perfect,” he growled as I gasped ragged breaths around the tip of his shaft. I shut my eyes, rejecting those words. “Eyes on me, Gem.” Again, he slid his cock all the way to the back of my throat and held it there.

Breathless, I whined again, chest heaving before I forced myself to meet his gaze when he didn’t let go.

“You don’t like me telling you how beautiful you are?” he asked. “Because you don’t want it? Or because you don’t believe you’re the most captivating omega I’ve ever met.”

I tried to ignore it, but he wasn’t done. “I’m going to take you home, give you a nest, and fuck you like you’re the last omega on earth,” he breathed. “Your mates will be dust in the wind compared to the throne I’m going to put you on.”

Real tears formed in my eyes this time.

He drew out completely, letting me gasp for breath as I tried to stifle my stupid fucking reaction to his empty words. My body bowed, my hand clamping over my mouth, needing this to be over.

Tomorrow, he would be nothing but another of the thousand obstacles I overcame. Meaningless.

Nothing.

“Are you leaving it to me to finish?” His voice cut off my thoughts as he tilted my chin up to him.

What?

I couldn’t process the question or the rush of panic that seized me when he said it. All I knew was the furious expression twisting on my face. He loosed a silent laugh, tongue pressing against his canine as he watched the reaction I tried to contain.

If he had to finish himself, that would be fucking karma.

Nota bad thing.

Notan offence of instincts I’d never had to contend with before.

His eyes finally broke from me, sliding instead to his phone. “Shame.”

No.

I couldn’t risk him sending that picture out. Not when I’d come this far. Fists trembling, I parted my lips, shame finally trumping my panic.

I tried to ignore that more slick pooled between my thighs as he pressed his tip to my tongue and slid back into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I dug my nails into his legs as he roughly choked me with his cock once more. I hated the sound I made deep in my chest as he thrust me over his length viciously, fist tight in my hair, knot threatening my lips with each thrust.

When he came at last, holding his shaft down my throat and forcing me to swallow his seed, I shoved down the faintest flicker of pride.

But I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he found release, a low groan in his chest, teeth catching his lip, and a crease in his perfectly straight nose. It seemed fascinatingly vulnerable. It wasn’t what I expected an alpha to be like.

Finally, he let me go, and I sagged on worn wooden panels.

Then I clamped my hand over my mouth as more hot tears streaked my cheeks. Not for whathe’ddone. For whatIhad.

I didn’t know how much time had passed. I heard him shift, and the tug of his zipper, then the creak of his knees settling on the floor beside me. He tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.

“You were such a good girl,” he breathed, and I almost looked right up at him as the low purr rose in his chest.

Why was he purring?

“I’ll let you tell them.” He dropped the phone before my eyes onto my lap.

I stared at the screen that blurred in my vision, reading the text he’d typed out but hadn’t yet sent.

Don’t send it anywhere.Let’s keep her all forus.

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