by Jayce Carter
“You think you can make up for what happened? Think that if you do good, that the fact your alpha dad killed your omega mom means you ain’t the same as him?”
Another alpha would have sailed across the room at such a blatant guess, but not Marshall. His eyebrow twitched, the only outwardly reaction, before he gave a quick nod. “You’re more observant than I’d have given you credit for. However, if you’re tearing open wounds and ignore basic privacy, why don’t you do the same? How long do you plan for this nonsense with Kieran to continue?”
He almost told Marshall to fuck off, but the turnaround was fair play. He shrugged. “As long as it takes for her to pick me. With the fun-sucker Kieran is, shouldn’t be too long.”
“So, this is a game to you two? You’ll keep pulling her in different directions until she breaks?”
“Ain’t a game. Game implies I don’t give a shit about the outcome, but I do. It’s less a game, more a war, and I don’t plan to lose.”
Marshall shook his head before picking the pen back up. “Trust me, push too hard, you’ll both lose her.”
“Surprised you ain’t jumping at that chance. With us out of the way, she’s all yours. Don’t think I can’t smell you on her, don’t think I’m stupid enough to miss all the eye-fucking you’re giving her.”
“I never claimed not to want her. However, I’m not trying to win.”
“You’re playing with her?”
“Not at all. I tried to explain this to her, but you all seem equally stubborn. There is a reason there are fewer omegas than alphas. There’s a reason so many alphas settle down with betas in the end.”
“Survival of the fittest. It’s a way to force alphas to fight over mates, so the strongest passes on their genes. I did learn some shit at school.”
Marshall huffed a soft laugh but didn’t comment on the jab. “Some people think that, but I don’t, not anymore. I don’t think the reason there are more alphas is because we are supposed to fight over mates.”
“What is the reason then, professor?”
Marshall dropped his gaze to his paper, returning to his work as his final statement sat between them. “I think we were always meant to settle in groups. I think alphas were always meant to share omegas.”
Chapter Thirteen
Tiffany squirming beneath Kieran only made him harder. The more she moved, the more she struggled, the more he wanted to bury his teeth in her neck and his dick inside her. The chase had thrilled him in a way he’d forgotten, the hunt, the kill.
When he’d finally cornered her, when he’d taken her to the ground and pinned her, he’d known.
He had to have her. While Kane might have talked about the game, about winning or losing, Kieran now understood he had no other choice. The more of her he touched, the more he discovered, the surer he was that she was his, that she had to be his. He wanted to take her as his mate, wanted to breed her until she bore his children.
He didn’t want this for a year. He wanted it forever.
Funny that the moment of clarity came when only instinct ruled him, when he couldn’t think beyond the demands of his nature. It pushed aside all the rest. It made him forget that she was too young, too inexperienced, made him forget all the omegas he’d helped who had run off on him.
Those things failed to matter to his baser side, so he reveled in the simplicity of the moment. When it ended, he could work.
He scraped his teeth over her pulse, sating himself with the small sting it would offer as he gripped the flimsy leggings she’d worn.
Those fucking leggings…
The chase might have lasted half the time if she’d not worn them, but each time he caught a glimpse of how they hugged her ass, he’d damn near tripped.
He gave up his annoyance with them when he tore them free with a single jerk. The flimsy things had their usage.
“Hey! I only have a few things to wear.” Tiffany hit her palm against his shoulder.
“So now you’ll have one less. Be thankful, because if I saw you wearing them again, I’d have had to fuck you right then.” He reached between her thighs to find no underwear, nothing hiding her pussy from him.
To think he could have stroked her at any time during their game?
Next time he would pin her, cup her cunt through a pair of those thin leggings, then let her go again.
Catch and release with her cunt sounded like a game he could get behind.
Perhaps they’d play as a group, herding her. Kane would—
Kieran froze at the unwelcome thought. No. Whatever had him even considering such a thing could go to hell for all he cared. He didn’t share, and certainly not with that idiot.
Tiffany pressed her heels against the dirt, lifting her hips toward him, forcing his fingers to move.
Right. Focus.
Kieran found her folds drenched. At least he knew she’d enjoyed the game as much as he had, and it was a good thing. He doubted he had the patience for much foreplay. The chase had woken every instinct inside him, and they all screamed to knot the omega beneath him.
Still, as he forced her thighs wider with his body, as he buried two fingers in her, he held back. “I’m going to fuck you, girl. Are you going to tell me no?” His tongue darted out to taste her lips as he waited for an answer, his breath frozen. What if she said no? What if she wasn’t ready?
He’d stop, even if it fucking killed him. He groaned at the ache in his cock. It just might kill me.
“Hurry up, then,” she whispered against his lips. “I’ve waited long enough.”
His shoulders sagged at the truth that she wanted him, that she wasn’t going to turn him down or push him away.
“Have you and Kane—”
She silenced him by nipping hard at his bottom lip. “Even if I have, I’m not going to feel bad about it.” Her words came out strong, but a waver through them showed a deeper hesitation.
“I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I need to know if you’ve done this before.”
She shook her head.
Possessive need roared through Kieran at the idea she hadn’t had sex, that his dick would be the first to take her untouched cunt. He nudged himself against her sex, against the heat and wetness that demanded he plunge into her, that he fuck her the way he’d imagined since he’d first met her.
Still, he waited as much as instinct and need would allow. He rubbed the head of his cock against her slit, savoring the tightness that tempted him, the shudders and wanton gasps she let out.
Kieran sank his length in her wet, hot heat, filling her in one solid thrust, knowing she’d adjust, that her soaked pussy would accept every thick, hard inch of him and still want more. Even when her nails gouged into his sweat-dampened skin, even when she cried out, her cunt pulsed around him in needy waves.
He closed his eyes at the way she gripped him, the way his knot ached, wanting to swell and trap her to him.
Not yet, though.
He planned to savor each second, to commit each to memory, to swallow whole every sound she made, every taste he had of her luscious body. He held still, letting her cunt adjust to the way he’d stretched her open, to the space his shaft claimed inside her.
Except no, Tiffany wasn’t the sort to wait for anything. Her breath came out in harsh panting that broke on moans while her heels dug into the dirt to thrust up. She couldn’t move much, not with his weight pinning her, but she still writhed for the friction she needed.
Kieran released a harsh laugh at her desperation, at the needy, hungry way she moved, before reaching down for one of her thighs. He hauled it up, spreading her open for him, wide enough he could tilt his body and see how her pussy lips stretched tight around his dick.
He’d never seen a better sight, even in the darkness of the night, than the way he looked sunk into her tight body.
The first time he pulled back, when he slowly slid himself from her tight body, she twisted like a caught animal beneath him. Her hips raised, her back arched and she tried
to get him to return.
When he’d pulled almost all the way out, so only the head of his dick rested inside her clutching cunt, he shoved back into her, filling her all at once.
“Fuck!” Her filthy curse accompanied her nails in his skin. Her mouth parted, head back as her neck, arched like an offering.
Kieran took the offer, leaning down to dance his lips across the column of her throat. He loved that space, the delicate curve of a woman’s throat, the submission it took to offer it to someone. He glided the tip of his tongue up the center of her throat, then set a hard pace.
His abs curled as he fucked her, as he pulled out and plunged even deeper. Maybe her first time should have been slower. Maybe she’d hoped for candles and romance, but Kieran didn’t have those things to offer.
He had this to offer, his hard cock and his willing body and a promise to take care of her. He showered her with the only affection he knew or understood as he released her leg to grip the neckline of her tank top and rip it down the center.
Tiffany’s leg stayed put, her thighs spread wide when she grasped the knee herself. The tiny rolls of her hips were like pleas from her lips, a begging for him to keep going. Hell, she didn’t even complain about her shirt, which told him how far gone she was, how lost in the haze of lust.
Good. He didn’t want her thinking. When she thought, she second-guessed herself and worried about things she shouldn’t. Worse? Maybe she’d change her mind. Maybe she’ll start thinking about—
Kieran snarled. Kane had no place in this moment. This was Tiffany and Kieran, and he’d damn well have it without the other alpha. No matter what happened, no matter who she chose, he wouldn’t let the asshole sully this moment.
The thought of his competition had Kieran snapping his hips harder, had him fucking her as if he could reach deep enough to scour away the memory of the other alpha. He wanted to take her so fully she had no room for Kane, had nothing left untouched or unclaimed by Kieran.
The aching in his knot, the tension that ran through his thighs, his ass, his lower stomach—it all said he neared his end. He yanked her sports bra up to free her full breasts. He leaned down and feasted on the hardened nipples, using his tongue and lips to tantalize them.
Tiffany’s knuckles brushed his stomach, and he released her breasts to look between them. He found her hand moving toward her clit.
“Good girl,” he whispered against the soft skin of her breasts, against the full under-curve he traced with his tongue. “I want to see you come. I want to feel you come on my cock, want you so desperate you get yourself off because you can’t wait another second.”
She dropped her legs farther open and reached her clit. The way she’d graze his cock on some rubs had him gritting his teeth to hold off. The throbbing of his knot refused to be ignored, but damn it, he’d wait.
He sucked at her breast, near the top, high enough that a low-cut shirt would show it. The mark would sit on her skin, and he knew he’d grin each time he saw it. Well, grin and think about this moment, about how he’d fucked her on the ground because neither had been able to wait another moment.
It was the bite of his teeth on that spot, however, the gave him what he wanted. When his teeth closed down, her body went wild. She bucked her hips, taking his dick deeper still, like a feral beast who didn’t want to be caught. Her cunt cranked down on him, tightening like a fist until neither moved, and she went entirely still, not even drawing breath. A deep red flush sprang up over her chest, her face, her hands drawn into fists and chest pushed forward.
The sight of her so defenseless and at his mercy lost the fight for any control. Kieran let himself come, let himself spill into her like he’d needed.
A building pressure inside Tiffany allowed fear to creep through. Kieran’s thick cock already felt as though it tested the limits of her pussy, like it filled her until she had no room for anything else. When the base swelled, when it wedged behind her pelvic bone and kept growing, spreading her walls more than she’d thought possible, she whimpered against the strange sensation.
Kieran’s voice dipped low and rough as if it slid across sandpaper. “Take my knot, girl. You can do it.”
She pushed his chest, but nothing moved him, even as he rolled his hips forward to lock himself inside her already over-full cunt.
Her moment of panic didn’t last long, and it couldn’t stand against the crushing pleasure that overwhelmed her at the first jerk of his dick inside her. She could feel his hot cum fill her in quick jets, as though it soaked into her body, and it didn’t give her the chance for fear. Instead, as if instinctual, she came around his heavy knot, the pushing of her hands turning to clutching, like the source of all the exquisite sensations might get away. She ground her hips forward against him, seeking more, body behaving as though she had no control over its frantic movements. It wanted, and she was powerless to stop it.
Dirt dug into her back, but she hardly felt it. The ground beneath her, the way the scraps of ripped clothing hung off her limbs, none of that mattered compared to the way Kieran’s length stretched her pussy, the way his body imprisoned her and the way his demanding lips moved against hers even if her own pleasure kept her from responding.
After the last hard kick of his cock, all the tension that had strung his body tight drained away. His weight rested on his elbows and his knees, which sank into the ground between her thighs. Still, his pelvis pressed against hers, not a whisper of space between their bodies.
The closeness of the moment, the way his fingers mindlessly danced over her jawline, grew nervous energy inside her. She squirmed, wanting to get up, to put distance between them, to gather herself. Only, when she shifted, a universal ‘get off me’ sign, Kieran’s massive knot held her tight.
He wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck to keep her still. “You can’t go anywhere yet, Tiffany. We’ve got at least ten minutes before I can pull out of you.”
Ten minutes? He expected her to lie there trapped for ten minutes? Didn’t he understand how uncomfortable that was? Forget the way his dick would still shift inside her, sending sizzling streaks of pleasure to her clit, even though what she wanted was to sleep for at least twelve hours. Forget that even the tiniest of movements caused his hard knot to pull against her, making her toes curl and goosebumps rise over her skin out of need.
Sex was new. It was different. She wanted to get away and feel like herself and—
A sting in her lip had her refocusing on the alpha above her, his brows furrowed. “Whatever you’re thinking, whatever you’re telling yourself, stop it.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to think.”
“Well, I am, so get used to it.”
She narrowed her own eyes at the commanding tone in voice. “What do you think gives you that right?”
Kieran’s abs contracted, bringing his hips forward so his pelvis ground against her clit before he pulled back enough to tug his knot against her pussy. He didn’t pull out of her, couldn’t, but the point was clear and forced a whine from her. “I think being knotted inside you gives me that right, at least while you can’t get away. Besides, I’m not trying to control you, but whatever was going on there? It was nothing good. If you insist on entertaining it, I expect you to at least share it with me.”
She parted her lips, but no words came out. It seemed that explaining she needed space was even harder than wanting space.
Kieran used his other hand to caress her bare side. “You’re going to be with me for a year. This won’t work if you can’t even talk to me.”
She released a sigh as if that would help her figure it out.
When nothing else came out, Kieran gave a soft growl, an oddly playful sound, before repeating the gentle bite to her bottom lip. “Let me try. You’re overwhelmed, because you’ve never had sex before, and you were hoping to escape and build up your defenses again. You wanted to do this, but it ended up being more than you expected, and you end up knotted and stuck against me, and you w
ant nothing more than to think about what you want away from me?”
“How did you know?”
“You’re not the first omega I’ve dealt with. There’s a reason the judge was willing to let me take you for the year.”
The words sucked the lust from Tiffany. Was she just a job to him? An obligation? Another omega in a line of ones he liked to knot, train, then release?
The idea prowled inside her, like an ugly stain on something she’d grown to like. She’d foolishly thought about a future, but they had an end date, didn’t they? Kieran had never implied he’d want her for longer than the required year.
In fact, he’d admitted he wouldn’t have taken on the contract at all except circumstances required it.
Sickness churned in her stomach, and she fought the desire to shove at him again. It would only show him the ache inside her, the stupid part of her as childish as he’d claimed, that had thought for a moment she could have more.
He stroked harder against her side as if to try to coax her back to their conversation. “What did I say?” He asked the question with honesty, lips tipped down.
Tiffany swallowed thickly and shook her head. “Nothing. I’m just tired.”
His shrewd eyes searched her face, but he’d find nothing there. She hid the worry and the hurt so far beneath the surface even he couldn’t find them.
She’d learned her lesson, hadn’t she? Even knotted as she was by Kieran, he didn’t want her.
Chapter Fourteen
Kane sat on the bed he’d taken, too much energy running through him for sleep to come. He couldn’t get over the sight of Kieran and Tiffany walking in, her wearing his shirt, his scent clinging to her.
Why would she fuck him? What’s wrong with me?
Kane caught sight of his arm, the tattoos that ran across so much of his body. From waist to neck hardly an inch was left uncovered, like some addiction he couldn’t help.
Stupid question, ain’t it? Too many things to list.
He rolled his shoulders, trying to keep from doing anything, because anything he did would be bad. He’d bounced around the idea of waking Tiffany up with his tongue as deep in her cunt as he could manage. He’d bet a few more orgasms and she’d see reason, give him a chance.