We should just send the Omega to the cabin in the woods.
The thought twisted in my mind, and my gut hardened, knowing Aspen and Shadow had set their sights on keeping her, regardless of the dangers her presence posed to us. Sure, she’d affected me—my cock had been so hard in the car, I had blue balls by the time I got back to my room—but that didn’t mean we should risk everything to bond with her.
Exhaling loudly, I left the mansion and strolled around the grounds. I’d learned long ago, fresh air cleared my head and calmed me the hell down.
The night we arrived home with the Omega, Aspen and I had gone out to meet with clients. Returning last night, it seemed she had already caused trouble. Shadow and Daniel were acting strange around each other. Shadow’s scent was mingled with hers, and when he spoke of her, I noted the spark in his eyes and the slightly lower octave of his voice. Daniel just growled and walked away.
I shouldn’t be drawn to the Omega. Years ago, I found my Omega, then lost her. My chest constricting, I shook away the ache and memories I promised myself I’d leave behind. Fuck, I had, but with Trinity here, the past had risen its ugly head again.
Yet I’d just finished standing outside Trinity’s door for the past hour, convincing myself not to barge inside. I hadn’t decided what I intended to do, but her scent called to me. Her sweet perfume was driving me mad. I wanted her—wanted to own her and drive my knot into her until I couldn’t stand.
Grunting under my breath, I paced. For years, I’d been with local Beta females to curb my sexual appetite—no knotting, no heat—short-term relationships, which was all I sought. Nothing serious. Nothing with baggage. I’d carried enough for the entire fucking city. The arrival of the Omega had changed the energy in the air, and my attention was constantly on her.
Before her, Aspen had kept to himself mostly, while Shadow had Daniel. That would be an interesting dynamic to watch. Daniel could be a possessive sonofabitch Beta about his loverboy. We once had to fire a male servant because Daniel had caught him eyeing Shadow. I’d sat on the couch with my popcorn and watched the fireworks unfolding, enjoying it because it wasn’t me in the middle of the shitfight.
The night air around me grew warmer than it had been in a while, which didn’t help lighten my mood. Frogs sang their mating song and started a thump in my head, perilously close to the rhythm of the frogs’ song. A breeze blew through the tall pine trees at the back property line, softening the sound of the frogs to something that could be tolerated.
I walked the length of the backyard twice, watching the moon rise.
Throughout the compound, the Omega’s perfume permeated the walls and filled my senses, even on the top floor. Last night, my dreams had been filled with her gorgeous face, her curvy body, and her moans. I woke up in a sweat, overheated, and with a raging hard-on that wouldn’t go down, even when I thought about things I hated, like custard and sushi.
Normally, I didn’t have to tame my thoughts. I was a damn Alpha, even if my mother was a Beta. I could do whatever I desired, with few restrictions. I could fuck whoever I wanted and destroy anybody who crossed me.
What maddened me more was Shadow seemed more concerned about helping the Omega about to go into heat than the noose hanging over all our heads once her owners found the stolen Omega with us.
A sudden gust of air blew over me, bringing with it the heady scent of orange blossoms. My pulse raced in response as my adrenaline spiked.
Twisting around, I spotted the Omega standing by the pool, staring into the rippling water. The faint underwater lights shining up from the pool were bright enough to reveal the sweat on her face and the flush across her neck.
Locked in place, I watched her from the shadows. The balmy breeze swished through her pale pink hair and ruffled the white tee she wore, which fell halfway down her bare legs. In a heartbeat, she dragged her top up and over her head before dumping it on the wooden deck at her feet.
My heartbeat quickened, and the muscles in my arms bulged with desperation to take her into my embrace. Breaths sped up, my senses sparked with lust, and my cock twitched in my pants.
Every inch of me snapped to attention.
I knew she’d be beautiful with her clothes off, and even standing with her back to me, I was enthralled.
Such beauty—long, toned legs, thick hips that were a hallmark of an Omega, and a slim waist. Her ass was so firm and fucking gorgeous. I imagined my hands on her cheeks, pulling them apart as I slid my cock between them. Then I’d make her beg for more, and only when she was desperate and couldn’t bare another breath, I’d fuck her brains out.
The sight of her nudity hardened my cock, my skin buzzing with an overwhelming need to possess her.
Fuck, her presence out here was so erotic.
When she twisted around, her face jerking up toward the area where I reclined against the tree, I thought she might have seen me. Her nostrils flared, making me wonder if she’d smelled my scent.
I inhaled the sight of her. Her busty breasts, tipped with rosy nipples, had me licking my lips. Her torso dipped to a tiny waist and a triangle of pink pubic hair. I bet that freaked her out.
She turned back around and stepped into the pool, then dove beneath the surface and emerged from the depths at the other end, her pink hair slicked back from her face. When She sighed with what sounded like relief, I assumed she’d sought out the pool to combat the fever that raged within her.
The Omega swam a few laps before she paused at the built-in steps and settled on the second one. Her nipples tightened, and her moan sang on the breeze. Was she distressed, or was it desire that roiled through her?
I received my answer when her hands moved down to her full breasts and her fingers clamped on her nipples. She let out a loud groan, so full of carnal longing, I nearly stepped out of the shadows. Her hand glided between her legs, still hidden by the water, but I saw her knees moving.
I wanted to help her, to run my fingers along her dripping entrance, through her damp folds until I found her clit. I wanted to taste every inch of her on my tongue and drink her slick.
“Fuck,” I groaned as softly as I could, freeing my cock with a push of my hand along the zipper and unclasping the button with the other. Pulling out my thick length, I fisted it, then palmed it and started jerking off.
I inhaled sharply when her hips lurched up, and she cried out, her lips opening as her head came forward, her eyes staring into the darkness. She had to smell my scent now, had to know I was staring at her, that I was gazing at her naked body with pure lust.
I’d told myself I didn’t need her, but the moment she stripped, I was lost. As much as I yearned to go over there and have her sit on my cock, to show her real relief, I held back and jerked off to sate the fucking starved beast inside me.
The Omega cried out again as her fingers worked overtime between her legs. Her free hand climbed up her neck until her fingers reached her lips. She sucked on the middle finger, pulling a groan out of me that was louder than intended, but that didn’t stop her. As if she heard me, it drove her on.
She added another finger to her mouth before she brought them down to her nipple, teasing the hard peak with her slick fingers. Did she imagine a mouth there? Maybe two mouths?
Licking dry lips, I wanted my mouth around her nipple, around the clit she teased. Her young face, a mask of desire, fell out of my sight again, but her back arched to press her breasts higher into the air, begging for attention. She made a keening sound, almost imperceptible.
She wasn’t as artful as some of the women in the clubs I’d been to over the years, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for with real hunger, uncontrolled movements, and the sweetest sounds of need and pleasure I’d ever heard. The young woman was purely the most seductive female I’d ever seen.
I pictured taking every single part of her until she cried out with climax after climax.
Growling as my arousal built, the pressure at the base of my cock close to blowing, I imagined burying myself between her thighs, deep inside of her hungry core, knotting her until she cried for me to stop.
The Omega sucked in a strangled breath, then her body was still.
Shaking as my orgasm built like a rocket readying for takeoff, I never took my eyes off her, watching her hips move again, mimicking the act she wanted the most.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
My seed spilled, shooting outward, pulse after pulse. I shuddered, the sensation fucking incredible as I pumped out more and more. Thing about Alphas was the sheer mass of cum we produced, enough to fill an Omega for breeding and then some.
Staring at her and wanking off didn’t come close to satisfying the deep-rooted hunger clawing through me. A shiver ran up my spine as the sensation faded, leaving me lethargic, feeling the emptiness of not having her over me, beside me, anywhere near me.
I wanted her.
Could not deny it.
I had to have her.
Completely spent, I slammed back against the tree, cock in hand, my emotions a complete mess. I told myself I wouldn’t bond with another Omega, that I’d had my chance with Lillian five years ago. But after I lost her, I lost myself hard.
But apparently I still knew shit all, as I balanced on the edge of despair about Trinity. I knew nothing about her, but I wanted to. My weakening control around her scared the shit out of me. It hadn’t occurred to me until now just how much she affected me. I’d forgotten the animalistic urges between Alphas and Omegas completely ruled us.
So, what the fuck would it be like if I touched her?
Tucking myself back into my pants, I glanced over at the Omega, who was panting and gasping as she hurried out of the pool. She snatched her top and slid it over her body, despite being wet. It clung to her delicious body, and my cock throbbed once more at the sight. Swallowing hard, the languor that had flowed through me was gone in a rush.
So, how long before I really lost control?
