The Entryway

Mari

N o one speaks, leaving my question hanging in the air. It’s a bit awkward, but I refuse to break eye contact with Izan.

The sooner he fucks me, the sooner I can check this place out without someone breathing down my neck.

That, and I hate putting off the inevitable. I’m here for these men to rut me. There’s no point in pretending otherwise.

I just wish I wasn’t so nervous.

Izan leans down, looking deep into my eyes. “You want me to take you to bed?” There’s an obvious bulge at the front of his pants, telling me he’s eager to give in to my request, but I’m sure they’ve been told too many times that omegas are too reserved and fragile to outright ask to be fucked.

The stereotypes that surround my kind are beyond stupid.

“Yes, alpha.” I place my hand on his chest. His heart pounds beneath my fingertips, and his fresh scent grows thick. He smells like vanilla-dipped apples, crisp and warm at the same time. It’s a nice scent. Almost romantic. “Will you take me to bed?”

A soft growl pushes from Izan’s chest as a shadow crosses his face. Then his hands fly out, snatching me up and flinging me over his shoulder. I let out a girlie gasp, pretending to be too weak to fight him off.

Izan marches up the staircase on the right, and I catch a quick glimpse of Dassy deeply kissing Everly before I’m carried down a long hallway. I have to be honest, the beta is nothing like I pictured. She’s tall and thin with black-rimmed glasses and mousy brown hair. She seems very kindhearted, but she looks like a frightened librarian.

I memorize every turn and every painting. I count the doorknobs and take note of every window. Everything is painted a silky white with matching white molding along the ceiling. All the paintings are modern, with clean lines and bright colors. We turn another corner and one wall is covered in high windows that look out over a large garden, and the other wall is draped in colorful silk canvases. The threads are blue, green, yellow, and gold.

“You need a bath,” Izan says, pushing open a door at the very end of the hallway. This must be his bedroom.

I quickly take note of the two large windows covered in thick blackout curtains. There’s a king-size bed with light blue bedding in the center of the room, a neatly organized desk, and a spacious sitting area with a couch and matching arm-chairs near what looks to be the bathroom door. There are cables near the chairs, telling me Izan charges a laptop or maybe his phone there, but I don’t see the electronics anywhere.

“Do you prefer a bath or a shower?” Izan carries me into the massive bathroom. Everything is white. White marble countertops and tiled floors. White cabinets and a large clawfoot tub. Everything except the fixtures are white. Those are solid gold.

“Do I prefer what?” I ask as he sets me on the bathroom counter. The marble is cold, pressing against the back of my exposed thighs.

Izan moves a little closer, wedging his big body between my legs as he looms over me. His expression isn’t the enraged lust-filled look I’ve grown to expect from horny alphas, but instead he looks almost concerned. It makes me feel a little better. A little.

“What do you need, omega?” he asks, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I just need you,” I say, pressing my chest to his. His body radiates so much heat through his crisp white dress shirt.

“Omega,” Izan cups my cheek, forcing me to look up at him. “Please know that we don’t have to rush into this right now. You can have dinner, or sit with Everly for a bit. We can connect later.”

“No,” I say a little too firmly. Izan’s eyes narrow at my tone, but I clear my throat, quickly speaking in a softer, more flirty manner. “I haven’t been touched by someone else in over two years.” And that’s the truth. “I want to feel an alpha’s hands on me.” That’s a lie, but it doesn’t really matter. “I want to feel your hands. Your mouth. Your tongue.” I sit a little taller, ghosting my mouth over his. “Please, alpha.”

The corners of his lips lift, then he presses his mouth to mine in a gentle kiss.

The second our lips touch, my stomach churns.

It’s a startling reaction to his touch, and I have to remind myself that Izan won’t hurt me. Alphas don’t rape the omegas they intend to mate. They coax them, maybe even manipulate them, but they don't outright hurt them.

“Let’s wash the day off of you.” Izan places one more gentle kiss on my lips, before stepping back.

I try not to fidget as he moves to the shower, turning it on. The water grows steamy, and he begins to strip down. He removes his tie and dress shirt, followed by his pants. His big dick pops free and my pulse skyrockets. My plan was to put on a bit of a show for the alpha. I was going to slowly undress, tempting him inch by inch, but now that I’m faced with the sight of his bare enormous body, all I want to do is run and hide.

Suck it up , I silently scold myself. You HAVE to do this.

“Let me help you.” Izan places his hands on my hips, helping me get off of the counter.

I stand frozen in place as he lifts my dress over my head. His hands are gentle as he removes my bra and then my panties. This is probably the last time I’ll wear undergarments. Alphas prefer their omegas ready to rut at a moment's notice.

The second I’m fully naked, I angle my hips away, covering my sex with my hands. It’s not that I want to hide from him, but I have deep ugly scars along the insides of my thighs and I don’t want to answer any questions about them.

“You are stunning,” Izan purrs. He tenderly runs the back of his hand down the top of my left breast. He pauses at my one inverted nipple, caressing it, and my face burns with embarrassment. The small flaw has always made me feel self-conscious, but not as much as my scars. “Come.” He takes my hand, leading me to the shower.

The water is hot, making me sigh with instant relief.

“Does it feel good?” Izan chuckles as he steps under the water with me.

It’s not a small shower—the space is large enough to hold two, maybe three alphas at once—but Izan stands impossibly close to me. Crowding me.

“Relax, Mari,” he whispers, resting his hands on my hips. “I won’t hurt you.”

Determined to get through this, I grit my teeth and close my eyes as Izan begins to wash me. His touch is unexpectedly gentle, and the soapy water feels good as he caresses my arms and back. The big alpha even washes my hair before turning me around to face the opposite wall. I rest my cheek against the cold white tile as he cleans my shoulders, all the way down to the curve of my ass. His fingers feel unusually good against my skin, and for a moment, I forget I’m dreading this.

“Spread your legs,” Izan whispers in my ear. “I need to clean all of you.”

Fear tightens my gut, but I do as I’m told, spreading my legs for him. I tense as his soapy fingers glide across my folds. Then he cups between my legs, holding my mound.

“How does that feel?” His mouth is right at my ear, his words warm and rumbly. “Do you feel clean?”

My instant reaction is to say no, so he’s forced to spend hours cleaning me, but there’s no point in putting this off. I traded my body to escape Havenfield. And if I don’t let Izan fuck me, he’ll definitely return me.

A swift tremble works through me and I spin to face my new alpha. Swallowing hard, I tip my chin up, looking Izan in the eyes. “Take me,” I say firmly.

Izan’s dark eyes flash and then he moves.

I gasp as he places one arm under my ass and lifts me as if I weigh nothing. With breathtaking speed, I’m carried into the bedroom. My hands tremble against Izan’s shoulders, but I can’t let my fear show.

“ Omega ,” Izan growls as he gently lays me in the center of the blue bedspread. Heat radiates from his muscular body as he crawls over me, planting one hand next to my head. “Open that pretty mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

Intent not to think and just obey, I stick out my tongue, shocked when he sucks it into his mouth. He moans around the wet muscle, before plunging into me, kissing me hard. My body instantly responds despite the apprehension swirling in my head. Slick gathers between my legs and my nipples grow hard.

What’s happening doesn’t feel bad, in fact, it feels rather good, but it doesn’t really matter. Alphas don’t care if their partners like the things they do to them.

“Let me taste that pussy.” Izan breaks the kiss, leaning up. Not wanting him to see the ugly marks on my body, I grab the back of his neck, holding him to me.

“No,” I say forcefully, then I realize how ridiculous it is to expect an alpha not to look at his omega. “Can we…” I lick my suddenly very dry lips, feeling overly exposed and very foolish.

Why did I think this was a good idea?

Why didn’t I try harder to escape Havenfield?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Can we turn off the lights?” I ask, praying Izan won’t laugh at me.

“The lights?” His green eyes search mine as a twinge of worry settles between his brows.

“Yes.” My voice is so small and shaky. I want to shift away from the alpha, but I’m trapped beneath his monstrous body. “Can we turn off the lights?” I point at the weird lamp sitting on the nightstand. The base looks like it’s made of marble or stone, black and white swirling together.

Izan’s hand moves to cup my face, and I flinch without meaning to. “Of course, omega,” he murmurs, then he lifts off of me. I take the opportunity to pull in several deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down.

There’s no getting out of this , I remind myself. But you can do it. Do it for Stefan.

The room goes dark with only the soft light from a single flickering candle sitting on the dresser. The blackout curtains keep out the sun or moonlight— I have no idea what time it is .

“Better?” The bed dips as Izan crawls back over me. He pauses at my middle, looking down at my sex. I squeeze my legs together, praying he can’t see my scars. “Do you want me to lick you?” He slips one hand over my hip. “It might relax you.”

“No.” I paw at his shoulders, trying to pull him up my body. “I don’t like that.” His cock taps against my stomach as he moves over me, and I squeeze my into fists tight balls as they rest against his shoulders.

“You don’t like to be eaten out?” His eyes widen at my confession.

My mind races, not sure what to say. Will he force himself between my legs, slobbering all over my sex? Will he force me to kiss his slick-covered mouth, or will he want to lap up his cum, then spit it all over my face? Alphas do horrible things in the heat of sex.

“I want your cock,” I say, forcing my legs to fall open on either side of his hips.

“Whatever you want,” Izan says softly, then he dips his head, sucking on each one of my breasts. He caresses my sides and stomach as he plucks at my nipples. Each touch sends a fresh jolt of electricity through me. Slick pours from my body as the coil in my belly grows right in time with the dread.

This happens every time I’m taken against my will.

My mind screams “no,” while my cunt eagerly prepares itself to be defiled.

It’s very confusing.

“Are you okay?” Izan whispers in my ear. “Do you want me to stop?”

Squeezing my eyes tight, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and firmly say, “Don’t stop.”

I want this over with.

Slowly, Izan presses the tip of his dick to my entrance. Then he inches his way inside me. The pressure of his cock stretching me wide is immense. It forces the tension in my gut to fall away as my palms begin to sweat. It’s a wild contradiction of fear and relief, mixing together. Forcing my body to accept this, I rest against the soft bedspread as Izan begins to fuck me. A fluttering sensation begins to grow deep in my belly, but I ignore it.

In the past, alphas have made me come against my will, and I’ve found it easier to let it happen. My body does what it wants, when it wants, but that doesn’t mean I have to pay attention to it.

Turning my head to one side, I stare at the opposite wall, waiting for him to be done.