Chapter Three

Jonah

Excitement thrums through my veins as I stand before the door of the designated room where my prize waits for me. Autumn.

Tonight is about me. Tomorrow will be about her.

I have craved her for too long, held myself back, and prepared for this moment. I have dreamed about this, craved it. Now that the moment has arrived I find myself on edge. Pushing the door open, I take in the room with its dark wood accents and white bedding before allowing myself to take her in.

At the foot of the bed stands Autumn, the omega I just spent my life savings on. Her auburn hair hangs over her shoulders in loose waves, head tilted down, hands clasped in front of her.

I walk across the carpeted floor until I am standing directly in front of her.

"Spin around. I want to see what my money bought," I demand hoarsely. "Slowly."

She follows my instructions beautifully, never once lifting her gaze to look at me. I wonder if that is from fear or some stupid thing her father has drilled into her.

"Again."

Once her back is turned to me, I place my hands on her hips and bring her to a stop.

"If the other Alphas had been able to see this ass, there would have been a bidding war," I murmur, fondling the globes with my callused hands.

A gasp falls from her lips, and I know my words have shocked her. She has been protected and coddled. She has never been allowed to spend time with a man like m e— or any other man for that matte r— and everything I say and do from this point will be a culture shock for her. I can't wait to break down her barriers and bury myself not just in her body but her mind as well.

"I think I'll fuck you here tonight," I say rubbing the tip of my finger over her asshole.

"You will not!" she cries out, stepping away from me.

"Omega," I say lowly. "You don't want to deny me tonight."

She freezes on the spot, remembering where she is. Her shoulders hunch forward. "Yes, Alpha."

"Come here," I say with a crook of my finger even though her gaze is still locked on the floor.

Her steps are even as she moves to stand directly in front of me. A small gasp leaves her, and I assume her gaze has caught on my erection where it strains against my black slacks. I dressed in my finest clothes for tonight, wanting to make a good first impression on the woman that has implanted herself on my soul.

My left hand lifts to fondle her breast, feeling the weight in my palm. "You are more beautiful than I ever imagined. It feels like I have been waiting my whole life to see you like this."

Her head lifts quickly, her gaze colliding with mine. Recognition flares in the amber pools as a dark smile crosses my face.

I take in her beautiful face, holding myself back from grabbing her and devouring her lips. I see her face in my dreams, in my fantasies, everywhere I go. I would be able to describe every mark and freckle in detail if I was ever asked. She is my obsession, the single thought that constantly runs through my mind.

She is the first thing I think of when I wake in the morning and the last thing I think of before I fall asleep at night. Her face is what I see when I stroke my cock in the shower every morning until my seed leaves my body and slips down the drain. She has consumed me for months and now I finally have her in front of me.

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Autumn

The moment he walked into the room I knew I recognized the scent of the Alpha I had sold myself to, but I was having a hard time placing him. The smell of a brewing storm pulled at my memories but it was too fleeting to hold. I haven't spent much time around Alphas and the little I did was always in group settings. It makes it harder to distinguish a single scent and place it to a specific Alpha.

Now that I am staring into his eyes, I remember.

He was my father's personal guard, for less than a month after I returned from boarding school, might I add, before my father had him replaced. When I asked why, my father told me to mind my business and I have not thought of him since.

That's a lie. One I tell myself quite often.

I dream of him at night. Dirty things I have no business dreaming of, especially with a man that might be older than my father. My dreams often feature his lips around my nipples and his head between my thighs and I often wake up horny and slick. It isn't something I can simply control or wish away and to be honest I'm not sure I would.

And now, he is holding my breast in his roughened hand and staring into my soul with his hazel gaze. And I can't seem to get out of this silly trance he has me under.

"Do you know who I am?" he asks, his low voice flowing over me, raising goose bumps across my exposed flesh.

My sex grows slippery with my slick and I blush once more. I have never been this close to an Alpha besides my father, and I have never been naked around another living being. He has kept me locked away and has kept his employees far away from me. My body is only doing what is natural, preparing to accept an Alpha.

Omegas are the only ones that can truly take an Alpha. Only an omega can accept an Alpha's knot. For any other female it is immensely painful and can even cause physical harm.

"No," I say softly shaking my head. "I've seen you before but that is all."

"My name is Jonah."

"Jonah," I say, allowing my tongue to caress the word.

A low sound of approval rumbles out of him.

"I want to prepare you for what is going to happen here tonight," he says rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a jolt of pleasure through my system. "I am going to pop your cherry, fuck you in every way I see fit, and knot you, repeatedly."

Another gasp escapes me. It may seem like he has shocked me but it's the images his words have conjured that actually do the trick. Arousal thrums through my body like the beat of a song as he continues speaking.

"If you fight me, it will hurt, Autumn. I will not hold back because this is your first time. I will take what is mine, what I have craved and been dreaming of for more than a year. What I have paid for."

"Jonah," I say but he cuts me off.

"Get on the bed and spread your legs, Omega. I want to see what one hundred and ninety thousand dollars has bought me."

I wish he would stop bringing up the damn money because I would have gladly allowed this man into my bed and body without it. But we are here now, and he has paid a lot to take what he wants from me tonight.

I jump to do what he says, adrenaline and lust surging through me. I know I should be afraid, but I can't find it in me. Jonah has starred in every dark and dirty thought I have had since I returned home from boarding school. The man with the bulging muscles and salt-and-pepper hair.

Once I am flat on my back, I spread my thighs forgetting that I am supposed to be embarrassed by the situation. My breasts heave with my harsh breathing as I lie waiting on the bed for him to make the next move.

"Good girl," he says from beside me, running his gaze over every inch of my nakedness. "I can smell your slick."

"Oh." Heat burns on my cheeks. "I'm sorry."

He throws his head back and laughs loudly. "You are definitely a virgin," he says, undoing his tie and discarding it on the floor before going to work on his black button-up shirt. "Any Alpha would love to be in my shoes. Your slick smells divine and I want to lap up every drop."

I know I should say something, but I'm transfixed by him standing beside the bed, shirtless. A light smattering of hair covers his pectorals. He doesn't have a six-pack like some of the younger men I've seen in magazines, but he isn't fat.

Slowly, he pulls his belt through the loops before undoing his pants and letting them fall to the floor. His cock falls free, and I immediately clamp my legs closed. Fear courses through me at the sight of the monster erection between his thighs. Both his length and girth look like they couldn't possibly fit inside me.

He chuckles, leisurely running a hand over the length. "Don't worry, Omega, it'll fit. Eventually."