Chapter 18

It should have been impossible for him to still be so angry and destructive with his Omega asleep in his arms and safe in his care while covered in his scent and his cum. He should have felt at ease, with only a concern for caring for her. Well, that was part of why he was enraged. How could he care for her, carry her through her heat, when he was unable to knot her? How was he supposed to bring her peace when she ached for something she needed on a primal level that he couldn’t fulfill?

She was beautiful, so perfect, ethereal, with an inner strength to keep going when no one else could or would or even should. When she smiled at him, he felt strength return to him that passed even his Alpha abilities. Her closeness, the way she reached for him, clung to him...

He should have been feeling clear-headed after every ejaculation before the need to bring her to orgasm again overpowered his senses, but instead...

He was losing it. Slowly. It was the only thing that made sense.

Because he couldn’t knot her. He couldn’t breed her. He couldn’t give her the very thing she was begging him for.

Perfect Gabriella and her broken Alpha.

It was the self-loathing that had taunted him into thinking that he wasn’t worthy of her, but he hadn’t actually known it for a fact. This was proof that he was truly unworthy of her, unable to perform and give her the very thing her body craved, the very reason an Omega would go into heat... He was worthless. Pathetic. He could send for another Alpha if he knew any who could finish the job, but his brothers were all cursed like him... and he would probably kill them if they came close to her.

Double fucking injections, too. He had done this to himself. His rage, his desire, it could have burned through the normal dose, but fuck—

He was a goddamn idiot who had done this to himself, and he deserved it. Deserved the torture. Deserved the pain.

But not her. Not perfect Gabriella. Not his beautiful mate.

At least she was asleep and able to rest. She had tried her best to not cry in frustration every time his not had subsided within her. He had apologized but then she had berated him, insisting he shouldn’t apologize for something that wasn’t his fault. She was angry at the situation, at her father, at the doctors, never him. But he deserved it! He deserved the rage! The anger!

Perhaps a small part of him was still grateful to the medication. It went beyond the fact it kept him sane for so many years, saving him from an early Alpha death. It also meant that, when this was all over, if she regretted it or him, she could find another Alpha.

No, fuck , no. He shouldn’t have been thinking like that. Shouldn’t have been thinking about another Alpha touching her, another Alpha holding her.

But, fuck, if he wasn’t mated to her, hadn’t sunk his teeth into her glands and ruined her for all other Alphas, then her father could take her away from him, break their bond, and insist she wed another. And if he lost her? Lost her completely, when he had been so close to having her for his own, having her as his mate, he would lose it. Lose himself entirely. He would destroy anyone and anything that came between them.

He needed to mate her. Needed to fuck her again. Needed to fill her with his cum, with his seed, and needed to breed her. He needed to stuff her full of it so full she was choking on him. This time would be different. Had to be different. Had to breed her. Mount her. Knot her full. Her legs belonged over his shoulders or pressed down into the mattress. He would have her ass in the air or hanging off the bed, and he would hold her tits in his hands, tits that would soon fill with milk to feed their young and—

“You’re insatiable,” Gabriella moaned as she rocked back against him. “I can’t believe— oh !”

The soft noise pulled Matthew from his Alpha frustrations. Thoughts grew within him the longer he failed her. He was losing more and more of himself the deeper he stayed in this rut and longed to lose himself entirely to his Alpha side. Yet, just as his cock fought to stay swelled at the base, every time, the suppressant injections won out, forcing his Alpha into submission and bringing Matthew forth.

But both sides of him grew worried as he glanced at his mate’s golden skin flush. She looked almost sunburnt, and he knew it was her heat, stepping it up a notch, demanding more of them. The Omega within her was yearning to be knotted by their chosen Alpha, and he was failing her. He couldn’t give that to her. Fuck .

Whatever it was that Petyr had injected her with had been enough that she could produce slick and open herself up to take his knot but wasn’t so much that she was losing herself in her Omega desires. Leave it to her to stay reasonable and right in the head.

Her mind was fully her own, while he was losing himself to his Alpha anger. Meanwhile, her body was ready to take his knot and be bred, but he couldn’t stay hard after blowing his load inside of her willing cunt.

Fuck.

“You need to eat something,” he said, not bothering to hide the growl that followed. There was only so much he had control over at this point in his rut, and his pheromones and growling were neither of them. “I know it hurts, but you need food.”

“Only cold things,” she gasped, pulling away from his hold and rolling over on the bed.

It hurt for her to pull herself from his arms, but he knew it was the heat. He, by contrast, was cold to the touch, which was abnormal from his normal body temperature. He liked that, that she was normally cold and in need of warmth, and he was normally burning up to the point of almost sweating, ready to warm her. To have it be the opposite during, well, her heat, it was odd but something he wanted to play with. To be able to cool her with his hand on her belly while he fucked her? Delightful.

Of course, not so delightful when he was unable to sate all her desires.

Which was why the pulling away and inability to find comfort in his cooled embrace hurt so bad.

“Only cool things,” he confirmed, rolling himself off the bed the opposite way and heading toward the kitchen.

He had been unsurprised to find the kitchen well stocked in the oddest of ways. He had pulled frozen items from the night before to melt for that day, and he hoped to delight her with icy fruit. That would work well, perhaps, a mixture of icy cold but also sugary sweet.

“I can’t eat,” Gabriella moaned, on her knees and pressing her face into the pillow. “Please, inside of me again, please. Just—inside and stay still. Please, Matthew, Alpha .”

His hormones rising, he growled again, then smelled his pheromones flood the room. Fuck, he couldn’t give her what she truly wanted, but he could try to stay still and not lose himself to the need to fuck her, giving her as much of a filled sensation as was possible in their current state. And maybe while he had her full, he could even feed her. Yes, that’s what he would do.

She had to eat something, his mate. Had to maintain her strength. She needed to take his rough fucking, to work through the ache of his fingers digging into her flesh and to produce more slip. The sugar would help with that. Her body needed to stay slick for his knot, to stretch her open again and again, keep her open, keep her—

“Fuck,” Matthew growled as he remembered, again, his crushing failure.

Still, she was going to eat while sitting on his cock if it was the last thing he fucking did.

Shit, when the boss found out Matthew had nearly mated his daughter... It might be the last thing he would ever do.

No. Fuck. Thoughts like that had to stay the fuck away while he was pumping his dick and staring at Gabriella’s ass in the air.

“Hands in front of you, cupped,” he instructed. Shifting her weight onto her forearms and rotating her wrists so that her hands were cupped together, she created a perfect place for him to set the still covered bowl of half frozen strawberries. “Good girl. Omega . Lift your hips a little more. Fucking dripping in slick and swollen again. Made to take me. Fucking perfect. Made for this cock. Made for me—”

She was slick for his knot, a knot he couldn’t give her. So, he didn’t say it. Didn’t mention how swollen she was because she needed to be stretched on him for hours. Made to be taken on a cock that would knot her until she was overstimulated and raw. So many fucking things he couldn’t say and all because he was failing his perfect fucking mate.

He climbed onto the bed behind her as she rubbed her hands on the sides of the bowl, clearly delighted with how cold it was. He was jealous of the bowl and the way she was caressing it until his hands slid over her hips and down to the back of her thighs. She shivered at his touch, and he ran his fingers to the crease behind her knee and then back up to the inside of her legs, seeking out her glands. She was burning to the touch, and he rubbed her scent glands, trying to soothe the heat coming from them. They only cooled when painted with her slick and his cum, so he ran one set of fingers toward her leaking cunt to gather their combined fluids and then back down to the glands. He loved that, loved watching her skin shimmer, and he bent down to taste once more when she moaned and rocked her hips again.

Right. She still had her mind together. She still had her senses.

She still knew, deep down, he couldn’t offer her the very thing she craved, the only thing that would yield true peace.

“Take a deep breath for me,” he instructed, wanting her to concentrate while he lined himself up behind her. He had to grit his teeth, remembering to not start pounding her immediately—something he never would have thought would be a concern when fucking an Omega. But he needed this to last. Needed it to last long enough to trick her body into cooling. Maybe even trick her long enough to get her fed.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her shoulders as he pushed in, sinking almost all the way to the hilt. His knot starting to swell on impact, and his balls were ready to spill their load, but he stopped there, fully embedded within her, not moving.

“Fuck...”

“Growl again,” Gabriella moaned, and he did so immediately without thought. “ Alpha , Matthew, oh...”

A shudder ran down her spine, shaking him to his very core. She was so hot he was nervous she would singe the sheets or even set the bed aflame. His growl, however, had raised a sweat across her skin, and she cooled under his touch. She was close to the end. She would only grow more and more needy.

Needy for a thing he couldn’t give her.

He wouldn’t think about that now. Wouldn’t think about his own failings. Not anymore. He had to shut that out, shut the man out of his head and let only the Alpha thrive. The Alpha in him wanted to please her, to cool her, to stuff her full, and give her pleasure and comfort, and he was going to do just that. Everything else was no longer welcome in his head. No more.

Matthew growled again, this time simply because he wanted to, and Gabriella shivered and relaxed deeper into the bed, precariously balancing the bowl in her grasp.

Leaning forward to take it from her, he lifted it so the condensation dripped down her spine. She jerked at each drop and clenched tighter around his throbbing cock, nearly making him lose his careful control.

Trying to not think about the lack of his knot, the caring, devoted Alpha had to stay hard but not finish. He could do this.

“Push yourself up, onto your hands.” He set the bowl just within reach across the bed, not wanting it to spill while he moved her into position. “ Up, Omega .”

That seemed to push a bit of energy into Gabriella, energy he would soon replenish. She moved herself onto her hands, and with that lift, Matthew embraced her middle and lifted her upright. She let out a whine at the movement, the noise making his balls tighten with an urge to release and his knot throb with need, but he ignored them both.

Her head fell back against his shoulder, and her arms dangled in front of her, as though she had no fight left in her to give. She whined again all the same, clearly not liking being moved from her perfect breeding position.

“Let me back down,” she complained before turning her head and pressing her forehead against his neck gland. “I want to sleep. Please .”

“Whine all you want, pretty Omega, but you won’t get anything less than you need.”

She needed to eat, and she needed to be stuffed, so he would do both. He moved on the bed with all of his strength to sit with bent knees and arched his back enough that Gabriella’s legs could fold on either side of his, leaving her sitting on his cock and in his lap, with her back to his chest.

“Open your mouth.”

He didn’t need to look to know she had obeyed and reached over to grab the bowl, still somehow upright. After pulling a piece of half frozen fruit from within, he lifted it to her mouth. She whined as his hand moved closer, but before he could tell her to take a bite, she wrapped her full lips around his fingers and took the icy treat from his grasp.

It was because of her moan that his hand fell between them, to where they were joined, and he was unable to stop himself. Entirely because of her purr of joy. She was still tight against him, spread open. He didn’t need to look down and see to know his path, already in tune with her body. She was ready for another orgasm, and he would gladly give it.

His fingers, still cold from the fruit, spread over either side of her clit, rubbing the swollen nub up to attention. She squeezed his cock and arched back, moaning, but he didn’t stop, didn’t stop stroking and pinching her nub.

He wouldn’t tease her or drag it out. Not quite yet. She needed to orgasm to find relief, and she was stuffed full with him inside her, pressed against his body. He was going to give her more pleasure. All the pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck , Alpha. Alpha, please ,” Gabriella gasped and clenched his arm across her waist. “Oh fuck, Matthew, Alpha , I’m going to come, I’m—”

“Come on my cock. Don’t hold back. Let it go. Come, Omega .”

His last words were released with a growl he hadn’t meant to give, turning his encouragement into an order, and she melted in his hold, doing just that. Her nails dug into his skin as he kept rubbing and thrumming her clit until her screams became a whine and then she went limp again.

Only then did he run his fingers down, rubbing the scent glands at her thighs and then withdraw them all together, to raise them to his lips.

Fuck, every taste of her had him ready to growl and scent and bite and fuck and—

Looking for friction, he jerked his hips, trying to stay hard while edging himself. It was painful to stay still, but she needed. He wanted to blow his fucking load but couldn’t. Not yet. Being inside of her was absolute bliss, but if he couldn’t knot her, he had to last longer.

“Fuck, you tempt me,” Matthew growled as his fingers left his mouth and returned to the bowl. “ Open .”

The next three strawberries were easily accepted, but as he reached the fourth, Gabriella turned her head so the juice spread over her cheek. Matthew tsked at her and tried to find her mouth, but she swiveled again, avoiding the bite.

“Do you need another orgasm? Or should I order you to keep eating?”

“I can’t. My throat hurts,” she moaned, followed by a whine.

Her throat. Her scent glands. Fuck . Of course.

“ Open ,” he instructed again, holding the fruit just in front of her mouth, turning his own head.

Her hair was down and in the way, in desperate need of a brushing and an elastic, but his nose and mouth still searched through her dark tresses to find her skin and the raised gland underneath. He could see how swollen it was, likely to the point of discomfort, and he lamented his inability to bite.

She wasn’t knotted, not properly, not like an Omega should be while being mated, but that wasn’t going to stop him from sucking to give her release.

His tongue laved across her flesh just before her lips grazed his fingertips, and with his hand now free, he could wrap around her neck and rub the other gland his mouth couldn’t access. She continued chewing, but he paid that no mind as he licked and sucked and rubbed his thumb up and down on her gland, trying to soothe her. The whine became a moan and then she was soft and pliant in his grasp.

“Shift to the other side,” he instructed, releasing her throat and moving down her waist.

She shifted her head to his other shoulder, and his newly freed hand went to her throat to rub at the same spot. His mouth moved to her juice-covered gland, and he sucked every drop from her, soaking in the sweetness and saltiness from her flesh.

“ Alpha, another, please . Matthew, please, I need to—”

She needed to come again, orgasm on his knot for hours.

Fuck, his balls had to be blue, and his cock had to be purple, both aching for more than just keeping her full, but he had to do this, had to give her some sort of peace. He wouldn’t force himself to wait much longer but, fuck, this was driving him goddamn insane.

“Fuck, gonna kill me,” he groaned, finally giving up.

He couldn’t go any further. He couldn’t. His balls were close to fucking exploding. His knot as well. He didn’t even know if that was possible, but it also wasn’t possible for an Omega to hide their designation, and it wasn’t possible for an Alpha to keep their head during a rut. So, who fucking knew what was or wasn’t possible anymore?

“Face down. Gonna try as long as I can.”

Gabriella leaned forward as he released her, falling onto her forearms and pressing her face into the bed again. He had her ass up high in the air once more. He wasn’t going to last long, but he still had to try. His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and she whimpered again while wriggling back against him. He had never been one to worry about size, but, fuck, he really hoped his knot and his cock fully ready to blow was big enough to give her the pleasure her body was craving. Fuck, if the meds didn’t get out of their system by the next time he went into rut, and she went into heat...

“ Still, Omega ,” he growled, not meaning to order. “ Fuck .”

He couldn’t. Fuck it, he couldn’t. She felt too good around him, smelled so good, felt so good. He was only a man, an Alpha, with a willing, needy Omega under him. He wasn’t built for self-control like this.

He was a fucking disgrace to every Alpha who worshipped his mate, yet the need to fuck her and to lose control was winning the fight. He had to let go.

Every movement of his hips as he pulled out of her then slammed back in over and over was a testament to how hard he was fighting. Every thrust, every tightening of her cunt around his knot, every wave of pleasure, all her gasps for air, her moans, her pleas... They flooded his senses, his ears, his nose. He was coming or on the verge of it—or fuck it, he didn’t know—pulling out and thrusting. He needed to come, needed to blow his load, and needed to shove his fingers into her, and he finally had to give up, had to stop fighting. He was coming, growling, filling the apartment with his pheromones and his teeth were aching to taste her blood, and he was—

He wasn’t able to pull out. His knot had swollen and was staying hard enough to stay lodged inside of her, and it felt better than the best. Screaming, she came around him, unable to pull away and trapped, and he was...

Fuck. He was doing it. He was knotting her. He was shooting his load so deep inside of her he could smell the ovulation, could smell her body opening up to his come. Her body shuddered again, and he growled, feeling her pleasure pulsating with his own. Being inside of her, connecting with her was as though his soul danced with hers.

This Omega was the missing part of his life he had never imagined. Beautiful, intelligent, powerful, sensual, and taking his knot so fucking well. He was flying high, soaring as the endorphins raced through his blood, and he could feel himself growing stronger. He was an Alpha with an Omega he needed to protect and defend from any who would harm her or take her away from him. He was her Alpha, her enforcer, her bodyguard, her protector, and her defender.

He was everything and more, and he was—

Pain shot through him like a knife in his heart, and he gasped out at the sharpness of it as he rolled off of her and onto his side. His knot deflated, and his cock shriveled in his hand as he cupped it, groaning in agony. The pleasure had disappeared as quickly as the sting had begun. It took all his mental energy to look to Gabriella, to seek her out, needing her to know that she had done nothing wrong, that he was sorry, that he would do better, be better.

Fuck, an Alpha who couldn’t mate his needy Omega wasn’t worthy of touching one, let alone trying to breed one. He was worthless like this, unable to give her the protection of his bite.

How long would it take until the garbage was out of his system and he could have her properly?

Gabriella withdrew from him as he reached out to touch her, and he watched as she sat up on the bed and wrapped her arms around her middle. Tears glistened on her cheeks, and he groaned while forcing himself up, needing to comfort her.

It was his fault. She had to know that.

“Gabriella, I’m sorry. I tried, but—”

“I’m sorry I’m crying.” Gabriella gasped and rubbed her hands over her face, as though that would keep the tears from building in her eyes. “These stupid Omega emotions. I can’t stand it. Can’t stand this need to cry.”

“It’s okay to cry. Your body needs something I can’t give you. I’m... you’re in pain and I can’t make it go away.”

“No, it’s not that. I’m not... I’m not crying because of that. It’s just stupid Omega things.”

He longed for five minutes earlier, when his cock was deep inside of her, and she was moaning his name, her Alpha’s name. He could look in her eyes, connect with her even. It wasn’t as good as feeling her cunt tighten around him, but being able to talk to her wasn’t too terrible either.

“Don’t say that. Nothing about being an Omega is stupid. I love the Omega in you. Love how much you need me.”

“Really?” Gabriella scoffed, not looking up at him as her chin lowered. “You love me? I mean, you love that I’m an Omega?”

Ah. Was that what had her crying, then? Questioning his love for her? Questioning him loving her as an Omega?

The pain was still there, like ice in his veins, and his cock was in no mood for another round, but that wouldn’t keep him from reaching for his Omega and comforting her. He shifted closer to her, touching her cheek and brushing away her tears.

She shivered, perhaps from the chill on his skin, but hopefully because she enjoyed it. His fingers moved down to her jaw, then to her chin, and he lifted it so she was forced to look into his eyes.

He wanted her to know he was speaking only the truth. To know that this was far beyond their hormonal need to fuck. To know that both man and Alpha loved the woman and Omega before him.

“Yes. Yes, Gabriella. I love you. I love every part of you. I am in love with you. I would love you whether or not you were an Omega, but I knew from the start that you would complete a part of me. I felt the draw even before I knew the truth, but the instinct was there all the same, the need to protect you and defend you. I love the strength you give me as an Alpha and the way you reach for me knowing the pleasure I’m made to give you. So, yes, I love that you are an Omega. Never doubt that. You’re mine.”

Her eyes had closed halfway at his words, but they opened at the final one, as though seeking out to see if he was speaking truth. Knowing there was nothing else he could say to convince her otherwise and not wanting to hear any self-doubt or questioning again, he leaned toward her. He loved her and would repeat himself as many times as necessary.

But right then, she needed to feel his love. Not his lust, not his hormones, not his demands but his comfort and affection.

Just as the safety and security and worship of her body was important, so was her heart.

She leaned into him, and he pressed his lips to hers. He didn’t move to pull her closer, nor did he deepen the kiss. When she pulled away, he let her, still cupping her cheek to keep her from moving too far back.

Tears were still building, and one fell as she looked up at him.

She was hurting, and he didn’t know what else to say or do. He was trying his best to knot her, to please her, to take the pain away from her, but all of the chemicals and sedatives he had been on for years were still charging through him, keeping him from being able to sate her completely.

“I’m sorry for failing you,” he insisted as he moved closer on the bed, wanting to pull her body toward him. Perhaps his cool touch would be able to grant her overheated body some peace. “I’m... Fuck, I wish we had another one of those shots to clear this shit out of me. It’s fucking killing me, knowing what you need, knowing what I need. It feels fucking wrong, not being knotted inside of you right now. Never thought I would long for that sort of thing and always thought knotting would feel fucking weird, but now that I’m here—”

“Stop, stop!” Gabriella snapped as she pulled away and moved off the bed to stand beside it. “Stop apologizing! Stop saying you’re sorry. I’m sick of apologies. Sick of you saying sorry.”

Where tears and sadness once occupied the space, anger and heat crept into the room.

“But I’m—”

“No. Don’t say you’re sorry. Saying sorry means you’ve done something fucking wrong and takes the blame away from those who deserve it. From those who did this to us. You had no choice other than to take the offer, but they were basically testing on you, on all of you! They didn’t tell you the side effects or the risk! What Alpha would choose to be unable to knot their Omega? Clearly, they did it so you stayed loyal to them, unable to complete your mate bond. They clearly have the ability to flush it out of our systems, at least partly, so the first thing we’re doing when we get out of here is clearing this shit out of you, out of both of us.”

He stared at her, watching as she paced and ranted and nodded.

Right. Yes. This was done to them. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t knot her. It wasn’t his fault he hadn’t known all the side effects.

Yet he still felt as though he was to blame.

“So, you’re not mad at me?” he asked, wanting to be certain of where all of her rage was placed.

The last thing he needed was to try and reach out and touch her, and she lashed out at him.

“What? No! Of course not! I’m angry for you. Angry in a way that you don’t seem to be! Angry and emotional, all thanks to these Omega hormones! Either I’m angry, or I’m upset, or I’m so happy I want to giggle, and the last thing I want to do right now is fucking giggle, and I’m not the sort of woman who cries so right now, I’m angry! I’m pissed as hell. I’m ready to burn the whole fucking city down at this point.”

Fuck, he would gladly pour the gasoline and hand her the matches in an instant. His beautiful mate talking about burning it all down because of the injustice done to them? It was unrealistically erotic and had his cock waking up.

“Don’t think I’m not angry,” he promised as he crawled across the bed, heading toward her. “But all I ever feel as an Alpha is either rage or nothingness. Right now, with you, I feel content . Peace. Even, dare I say it, happiness. And I refuse to let my rage take over when my only concern right now is pleasing you.”

Gabriella whipped around to face him, and he was prepared for more rage. Instead, she burst into tears again. Before he could reach her, however, she let out a scream and rubbed her face while turning away from him. The whiplash had him frozen, uncertain of which emotion she would turn back toward him with, so he was forced to wait and wonder.

“I hate this. I hate crying,” Gabriella yelled. “And I hate that it feels like we’re alone in a city filled with those who will bring us down. I don’t know who I can trust anymore. I don’t know who will betray me next.”

“We’re not alone.” He moved toward her and touched her hip before moving his hand around her belly to hug her back against his chest. “The other Alphas are with us. All of them. And that’s more muscle than the rest of the city combined.”

“That first night, you told me all the Alphas would follow my orders. That I could trust them. Did you all know even then or was it—”

“No, we didn’t know but we could sense the power within you from the start. It was instinct, really, the need to protect you and stand beside you. You demand the attention of every person in a room when you enter. Alphas respect nothing more than power. One look at you and we all knew who we would follow. Who we would choose, if put to the test.”

He waited for her to ask another question, for her to ask if they would all, in fact, choose her over her father, but she didn’t. This meant he didn’t need to broach a subject brewing in the back of his mind ever since he had realized her father had betrayed her.

It was a question for another time. A time when his cock wasn’t growing hard against her back and when they weren’t both naked.

She swayed against him as she shifted her weight, almost like a casual dance. Moving with her, he knew she was working through something in her own mind.

When she was ready, she would speak.

“You know, I’m not really the sort to even get angry,” Gabriella finally said. “I’m the sort of woman who seeks vengeance.”

“You’ll make them pay for what they did to us. You should know, I find that insanely attractive.”

She giggled, turning in his arms. While she didn’t want to be the sort of woman who giggled, he enjoyed hearing her levity. It was far better than seeing her cry, although not as erotic as watching her get angry.

“We’ll make them pay. Both of us.”

He nodded guided his touch down her back and lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was closer like this, close enough to kiss her. But not yet. Not until she knew the depth of his devotion.

“I’ll be one step behind you, all the way, ready to kill anyone you point at. Or, take a bullet for you, if need be.”

She grinned at him and shook her head. “You better shoot fast because if anyone hurts you ever again, they will never know peace. I will decimate anyone who touches you.”

Fuck, he loved this woman.

Matthew moved toward the bed and climbed onto it, not letting go of his Omega as he kissed her. He knew she wasn’t ready for another round yet, as her skin wasn’t unbearably hot to touch, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t begin his worship now. He wanted a taste of her cunt and to have her writhing under him, begging for his cock.

Yet it wasn’t his cock she needed but his knot. A knot he couldn’t give her. Not yet.

Soon. He would slaughter any who stood between him and giving her that pleasure. Very fucking soon.