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  But I didn’t only want her body—I needed all of her, body, mind, and soul.

  And I had just the plan to get it.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Omega pheromones were detectable by all dynamics and non-dynamics alike.

  Alpha pheromones were subtle, and detectable only to the more sensitive Omega genus—they became abundant during their rut.

  Doctor Lillian Brach

  I FELT DIZZY, like I was under water and everything was swimming. In the distant corner of my mind, the rational part of me recognized the magnitude of my mistake, but the Omega part of me was in control. That growl—I was still reeling from his growl. It was like a hand had reached inside me, found my womb, and enclosed it in a giant fist.

  The pain was perilously close to heat, but it wasn’t heat, it was simply my body reacting to his Alpha call.

  The internal fisting had lasted seconds, and in its wake came a rabid, desperate ache that needed to be filled.

  The kiss ended before I was ready. I would never be ready for that kiss to end, and although this reaction should have scared me, it did not. I was more interested in crawling up him to unwrap that heavenly package so I could get to the source of his scent. He was having none of it, and setting me aside, called the doctor over again.

  I complained about the tests. I nearly confessed that I was an Omega, so the abominable poking and prodding would end, but instinct told me such a confession would not lead to the outcome I desired.

  From my first revealing two years ago, I had taken drugs to suppress my scent and to control my body’s reactions to an Alpha. My brother, Kais, had already fallen in with Dino, running drugs and doing whatever else he was told, although he never admitted as much to us.

  My mother had been drinking when my first heat struck. She was a volatile person at the best of times, but she was a million times worse after a drink. She had downed a bottle of the cheap liquor, gotten drunk, gotten louder and wilder in her damnation of me—like I could help what I was. Said I needed to be reported, and that my kind shouldn’t be in the home.

  My father returned to this chaos after a double shift and took it all in with a stony face before telling my mother to shut her mouth. It was the only time I had ever heard him raise his voice. Then he had ordered Kais to speak to Dino Malaxos.

  I had never met Dino before but had heard a little of him through my brother. Like all Alphas, he had a presence that went beyond the physical, but he was the largest such dynamic I had ever met. Thick-neck, bulging muscles straining the plain black t-shirt he wore. Where Lucian was sophisticated beauty, Dino was raw and brutish.

  “Accept my proposal, and I will take care of him,” Lucian had said. Him? My instincts said he was talking about Dino. How had he come to know of the other Alpha? Lucian was wealthy, and while there were rumors about his unscrupulous side, he was not a thug like Dino.

  Dino had been magnanimous when he visited our worn apartment. Said he considered me to be under his protection now. We all knew what that meant, and that one day he would come for me and claim me. But that was another day, not that day, and we were desperate people.

  I could still remember his scent and the way it had choked up my lungs. I had trembled as I stood before him, battling the urge to fall at his feet, and sick and confused as to why I should want to. He’d been wearing a nose filter, so my pheromones hadn’t impacted him, but his eyes had glistened with a hunger that I had felt to my core. He desired me, and one day he would have me.

  Lucian’s scent wasn’t cloying—it was delicious, and as I sucked it deep into my lungs, it tore through my system. Alpha pheromones were like catnip to an Omega, and my arousal was a living entity that had taken over my mind.

  I pressed my legs together but it didn’t help. The ache there was all-consuming. Pushing the decadently soft covers aside, I tried to get up.

  He growled, and my body bowed like an electrode had been attached. Clear, warm sticky fluid leaked from my swollen pussy. The doctor’s hand was on my arm, and he was trying to take more blood, but I batted it away.

  “Don’t touch me!”

  The doctor was a Beta, but I could not stand for his touch. I wanted no one but Lucian. The sensation of his roughened hand enclosing the front of my throat brought my wild thrashing to an end. The hold was gentle, and his hand so wide it covered all my throat and splayed over the upper slope of my chest.

  “Be still.”

  His smooth voice set me panting as our eyes locked.

  “There is something fucking wrong,” he said.

  The doctor did not try to touch me again—and I convinced myself I could endure whatever this madness was if only Lucian’s hand was on me.

  “…muted. The report didn’t say anything about the markers, but I’m assuming the tests required are different in the case of a muted Omega…” Heat was leaking from Lucian’s hand, and I fidgeted under his hold. “…and imprinted, if her reaction to my touch is any indication,” the doctor continued.

  “Like fuck, she’s imprinted.” Lucian’s head swung to glare at the doctor, and I whimpered at the loss. “I’ve not bitten her. She’s not even in heat.”

  A weighty silence followed before the doctor said quietly. “Her reactions are those of an imprinted Omega. The drug is experimental. I warned you the results could be…unexpected. You might not have bonded to her, or her to you. But as far as her body is concerned, you are her Alpha. She will abide no other touch.”

  “Get rid of it,” he growled at the doctor. His harsh tone, the words, and the way his hand shook where it held me to the bed, undid something inside me. I was empty and lost, and fat tears spilled from the corner of my eyes. My chest heaved, and a heavy sob escaped my lips.

  “Fuck!”

  His harsh curse summoned more of the hot, hopeless pain. I was sure he meant to set me aside, but the bed dipped, and an arm banded around me as he gathered me in close to his chest. I was jostled as cables and tubes were disconnected, before the world tilted as he carried me from the bed. “Careful, Pet.” His arms around me were like a brand, and for the first time in forever, I felt like I was safe.

  I wrapped around him tightly and rubbed my cheek against his as he carried me, and a strange, soft rumble erupted from my chest.

  His sharp intake of breath was telling, but I was too far gone to care. A fever had gripped me. I needed something desperately, and Lucian represented the source of my relief.

  “Clear the room,” Lucian growled.

  Distantly, I was aware of movement on my periphery, of footsteps and muttered words. I was jostled again as he sat back against the long couch that butted up against one wall of the expansive suite. Restless, I was so restless, my body rubbing, my nose pressing, and my small hands seeking warmth. I got my nose in close to his collar…and sniffed.

  Oh god, that scent, it was like molten heat rushing straight from my lungs into my core, and I buried my nose against his skin. “I like your scent.”

  “I like your smell more, love.” His smooth voice had a rough edge, and it brought another clench to my womb.

  I licked the side of his neck, ripping the top button of his crisp white shirt undone and pushing it open so I could get to more of his warm skin.

  A firm hand gripped my hair to pull me off.

  I groaned, and it earned me a rough shake. “Look at me.” His tone brokered no argument, and I lifted my lashes to stare into his beautiful green eyes.

  “Do you understand what has happened?”

  Licking my lips where I could still taste him, I nodded.

  His eyes narrowed. “I don’t think you do,” he said at length, and his fist tightened on my hair.

  I groaned, rolling my hips so I could grind my pussy against his hardness.

  His heated gaze traveled over my body before settling on the apex of my thighs.

  Then he released me, hands resting against the seat beside him as his head lifted. Waiting.

  I liked his hands on me, craved them, bu
t I also liked this.

  “I’m yours, Pet. Do what you need to do.” The calculation was back in his eyes. There was something off about this. Something not quite right. But I was desperate, and worries were for another time.

  I ripped his shirt buttons undone, fingers shaking in my haste, and leaning forward I licked a path from his throat…lower until I found where his scent was strongest.

  I paused at his belt, confused as to how I had gotten on my knees between his splayed legs. A soft little purr emanated from my chest as I tugged the buckle open and dragged the zipper over the straining ridge. My little purr caught on a hiccup and impatient, I tugged his pants down and his cock sprang free.

  I’d heard of Alpha cocks but I’d never seen one. It didn’t even look real, and less so when my small hand tried to wrap around it. He hissed, and my lashes lifted to find his jaw locked tight, while his pulse beat in the hot flesh within my hand.

  Then, maintaining eye contact, I lowered my head and licked the tip.

  He growled softly as I licked it like it was the sweetest lollipop I’d ever tasted. The smell went straight to my pussy, and I could feel heat, slick, and stickiness pooling there.

  I tried to stuff it into my mouth, it wasn’t easy, but I tried because it tasted that good. The seat creaked underneath him, and liquid heaven leaked from the tip. Taking it in both hands, I stroked up and down, and more clear liquid seeped out.

  I needed more of it, more scent, more sweet liquid, more of everything, and I growled with frustration when it hit the back of my throat, and I could not get it in any further.

  “Easy, love.” The hand he settled on my cheek was gentle, and the stroke light.

  I lifted my lips off with a pop. “I’m hot,” I said, hands still gripping the searing flesh like he might decide to take it away, and confused—I was really confused. There was something wrong with this scenario that I could not work out.

  His lips tugged up on one side, and he gave me an up-down eye-fuck. “Pet, you’re smoking. Why don’t you let me help you?”

  I frowned. Help, yes, I needed him to help. Only Lucian could take away this ache. Reluctantly, I released his cock, and without conscious thought, turned onto my hands and knees, back arching.

  I sent a glance over my shoulder at him, pleading silently.

  “Pet, you are beautiful when you present. Beautiful and perfect.”

  “Please,” I said. “I’m hot. It hurts.”

  “I know,” he said, but still, he made no move. “I’m going to make you feel better.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  WITH THE DOCTORS dismissed, I took her to my apartment. I was still reeling from her imprinting on me, but that was a worry for another day, and right now, I had a sweet little Omega who needed to be fucked.

  She was going to be fucked, only it wasn’t the kind of fucking she was craving. I had a plan, and although it would kill me, I was going to stick to that plan.

  I was impressed the drug had worked, I’d had my doubts, despite knowing the research program had successfully created muted Omegas.

  It was one thing to know the theory behind the drug and another to see it in practice.

  I was a wealthy man—the drug was going to make me more so. With wealth came power…and I coveted power.

  My penthouse apartment was situated at the top of the same tower complex as my nightclub, Peppermint Moon. A designer with a greater sense of style than me had picked all the decor. I liked nice things, my beautiful apartment with a stunning city view, and pretty women. I had been accused on many occasions of being shallow—it was a fair accusation.

  I barely spared a glance toward the floor to ceiling windows or the subtle artworks on the walls of my spacious lounge as I took my Omega to my bedroom. Madelyn clung to me the whole time I walked. Legs and arms wrapped around my body, and nose pressed in tight against my neck where she nibbled little kisses while she purred.

  Omegas only purred for their bonded mates, and that sound stirred the primitive in me. My cock had been like a rock from the moment her body bowed at my first growl. It throbbed behind my zipper, leaking pre-cum, and my knot was beginning to bulge.

  I had always been able to knot while fucking, which came with its challenges.

  Betas hated a knot; Omegas hated a knot too…unless they were in heat.

  I stopped at the foot of the bed and attempted to detangle her.

  “Let go, Pet.”

  She was having none of it, gripped tighter, and nipped at my throat.

  Were it any other woman, I would be ripping her off, bending her over the edge of the bed, and spanking the disobedience out of her, but her act of rebellion only made me smirk. Leaning forward, I let gravity do my work.

  She had a strong grip for such a little thing, and I had to take a firm grip on her waist to drag her off.

  She hit the bed with a bounce and tried to crawl up me.

  At my low growl, she doubled over arms wrapping around her stomach. I placed a hand on her silky head. “Behave, love. I’m going to give you everything you need. I’m not angry with you, but I need you to obey me.” I had never seen an Omega respond so dramatically to a growl. The air had become permeated with the sweet scent of slick, and she squirmed under my touch, her breathing choppy. “Breathe slowly. You need to get used to the scent.” As I stroked her hair, she purred for me again.

  So responsive, and I’d barely touched her yet.

  Nor would I.

  “Can you wait for me while I get undressed, Pet?”

  Her head bobbed, and she lifted her chin. I cupped her cheek, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her soft skin. “Stay there.”

  Stepping back, I eased my jacket off and tossed it over the nearby chair. Her glazed blue eyes never left mine as I stripped until only my pants remained. Her chest heaved—it was difficult for her to wait.

  Unraveling my belt, I put it over the back of the chair. The thought of binding her wrists with it was appealing, but I was determined to stick to my plan.

  When I returned to the bed, she had shuffled to the edge.

  Training her was going to be a challenge when all I could think about was bending her over and fucking her like a beast. “Let’s get you out of this gown, hmm?” I gave the ties on the back a tug until they gave. She froze as I ran my finger along her soft skin at the edge of the collar, drawing a line from shoulder to clavicle, and at which point the functional smock came loose and dropped.

  I sucked a slow breath in and tapped under her chin. “Kneel up for me, love. I want to see my prize.”

  She did as I requested, unfurling, a slight quiver to her lips.

  “Beautiful.” With a single finger, I traced a line over her collarbone, feeling her body tremble under my touch as the scent of slick grew thick in the air. She was beautiful, full, high breasts, a slim waist with a gentle flare to her hips.

  And tiny, she was so fucking tiny. I continued to trace lower, between her breasts, over the slight swell of her stomach until I reached the top of her pussy slit.

  I tapped gently…one, two, three times, and her chest heaved so violently I thought she might come from that slight stimulation alone.

  I paused. “Control yourself, Pet.” I kept my finger still, the lightest touch against her skin. In my mind, I continued, sliding my fingers through her drenched pussy slit, before thrusting deep into her doubtless hot, tight cunt. I tapped once more before removing my hand from the temptation.

  The plan—I needed to keep to my plan.

  During my time in the military, I had played the role of a Controller. I could find ways to persuade her to give me what I desired, could use her body against her to facilitate gaining her complete compliance. I would, in a way, but there were no time constraints here. Her imprinting on me would make it harder for her to resist; she was an Omega, it was her place to submit to an Alpha.

  It was a journey that led to one destination—her on her knees with my collar around her throat.

  “You want m
y cock, Pet?” She nodded eagerly, and her hungry gaze dropped to my crotch, where my cock strained the material of my pants. “You remember what you put in the contract, though?”

  It was perhaps cruel of me to bring that up when she was so clearly in need of a hard fucking, but I hadn’t achieved what I had in life by giving out concessions. I had a reputation for being ruthless, and my sweet pet was about to find out just how ruthless I could be. “I can’t fuck you, Pet. You were quite insistent on that point.”

  Her chin lifted, and her glazed eyes met mine. “But I need you,” she whispered. Her small hand trembled as it cupped her pussy, and I had to bite back a growl as her hand began to pump. Tears spilled down her cheeks. “It’s so hot inside me.” Her pumping grew more erratic, and my cock leaked copiously as my body prepared to give her what she needed. Her arm shook, her whole body trembled, and finally, she pulled away with a sob of defeat.

  That lesson nearly killed us both. She would find no relief. The potent drugs administered had awakened her as an Omega, and this volatile transition was made worse by her imprinting on me.

  “You’ve imprinted on me, love. Your body is conditioned to my scent. Only my cock and my cum will bring you relief…Feed me your fingers, Pet. I need a taste.”

  Her lips parted on a silent gasp at my words, but she lifted her trembling fingers to my lips. Lowering my mouth, I opened wide and sucked them in. When a soft rumble emanated from my chest, her whole countenance softened. I licked every drop of her sweet slick before pulling my lips off.

  “I can’t fuck you, Pet, but you can fuck me.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  I SWAYED A little where I knelt on the edge of the bed. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from the perfect Alpha who stood before me. My eyes feasted on the rippling muscle under golden flesh—I wanted to lick every inch of him, to bow before him, and to present.