“Go,” she challenged. “You’re lucky no one else found that book, Mr. Noir.”His head snapped in her direction. A wrong move because seeing her titillated expression almost swept him off his feet. For an Omega, she really knew how to provoke. That confidence was part of what made her so appealing, but it was something else when that sharp attitude was pointed at you.“Is that a threat?” In reality, it was the Omega who was in danger. Looking at Chief Carson with her blouse slightly ajar, showcasing the grove of her cleavage, her red full lips parted, her eyes swimming with desire, her pulse almost ringing in the quiet room with only their heavy breathing as the sound, Greg was slowly forgetting the teachings his mother engraved in his head.He’s a gentleman, he reminded himself. No, he was a wolf. “You still haven’t told me,” she whispered—she was so close that he could hear even the slightest of sounds. “What do you think of the book, Greg.” Her voice was husky. Almost hoarse.The
Carrie’s fingertips darted over her lips for the fiftieth time since she had left the office thirty minutes ago. In the rearview mirror, she noticed they were a little swollen. She pursed her lips just to feel a tension, a weight. She closed her eyes, and she was in her office again, Greg’s hand caressing her waist, his lips pressed on hers in a rough kiss. Carrie had been kissed before. She had been kissed softly, sweetly, harshly, hardly, but never like that. With so much intensity. Desire and restraint brawling between them. She hadn’t had extensive experience with kissing, having kissed only two other people before. She remembered her first kiss. Archie, that sweet Beta from junior high school, then her first mate, Albertus, the powerful Alpha. Kissing Greg was nothing like any of them. There was the familiar hunger, that insatiable desire, but there was also the sigh of relief that Carrie couldn’t explain. Her head had been a mess since Greg left, but it had never been so clea
“Oh my gods!” Winona slapped the thin wooden folding table in front of them. The box of random items and the flyers wobbled with the impact.“Shhh!” Carrie scolded while gazing warily around them. They were manning the information/lost and found booth at the fair. Luckily, amidst the crowd, no one was paying attention to their little corner. Carrie had given Winona a condensed recap of what had happened last night at her office. She spared the inappropriate details, those she wanted to keep to herself. At 3:30 in the afternoon, the fair was bustling with people. The air carried chatter, laughter, and screams from the carnival rides, as well as the delicious smell coming from food trucks and booths. Children dart between legs, clutching oversized lollipops or cotton candy. Some had stuffed animals won by parents who were just as excited as their kids. Carrie herself had a candied apple sitting behind the flyer stand. It had been Cassie’s, but the girl lost interest when she saw the
“I’m so glad you came!” Ava screamed over the loud thudding music from the speakers. “Yeah!” Greg shouted back.The bar is alive with energy. Laughter and conversation bounced off the walls. He purposely stayed by the bar to avoid the noise and the crowd, yet he felt the bass in his chest, and Ava was almost cheek to cheek with him.Greg was late. When he came, Nico and the others already had a round down. Ava was dancing with her girlfriends but ran to his side the moment she saw him. She hadn’t left since. Neon lights cast a colorful glow over his coworkers who were on the dance floor. Twice, Nico returned to their spot at the bar with a different Omega every time. “Sorry I was late,” he leaned in to say it in her ear because it was the only way they could have a conversation. The Omega took it as an invitation to scoot even closer. “No worries. Where were you by the way?” “I took my nephew to a fair.” And he shut down their boss’ advances. Seeing Chief Carson again after what
“Not enough,” Carrie whimpered.She pressed a toy to her clit and plunged her fingers into her pussy. She had been going at it for over an hour.Carrie had felt a unique uneasiness well before the gala started. Seeing Greg must have stirred something within her. When he suddenly left, the yearning took a turn for the worse. She wanted him. She wanted to have him. Most importantly, she wanted him to have her. She excused herself from the event right after she made her speech and quickly went home. When she took off her clothes, her skin was flushed and burning. The cold shower wasn’t enough. She ended up under the spray of water for minutes, strumming her clit and fondling her breast. She thought of soaking in the tub. Even dumped ice on the water. But after a few minutes, the water started to steam. Her head hit the ceramic as she arched into her pumping her fingers. Her legs hung limply out of the tub, parted wide. Water sloshed over the rim. “Not enough,” Carrie cried out.Carr
“You don’t hold back, do you? That’s all right, I know how needy that cunt of yours is.”“It’s not,” she blurted out of shame. The same intoxicating shame that made her push her fingers deeper. Another chuckle. “Don’t worry, that’s a good thing. In fact, if you show me how well you’re fucking yourself, I’ll show you something you’ll like.” He sounded so confident. In control, while Carrie was out of her mind, finger fucking herself and photographing it like a whore. Greg’s whore.She was quick to send it.Here, she thought. Here I am. While waiting for a response, she picked up her toy and stimulated her clit again. There was an amused laugh on the other line when it started buzzing. The humiliation was worth it. She was rewarded with a photo of Greg’s erection. His cock was half covered by her underwear but it stood proudly. Her mouth watered with how big he was, how long. Bigger than her ex—the only cock she had experienced.Three fingers were nothing compared Greg’s cock. She kn
‘Don’t forget to eat.’ Greg sent the text, grinning as he did.Two days had passed since his thing with Carrie had started. So far, it had been purely virtual, and Greg was still in some limbo state, confused whether whatever they were doing was enough to warrant a relationship. Greg couldn’t care less. At least, not yet. The constant exchange of messages and calls were reassuring.Carrie needed his assistance during her cycle, and Greg was more than willing to attend to her needs. Especially during their nighttime calls.Hearing her pleading voice always triggered his instincts. Every moan, gasp, and whimper made him more and more territorial. Even he was surprised with himself, being largely inexperienced with this field.Greg wanted to set his claim, conquer, and mark. But Carrie wasn’t a conquest. She was a prize, a gift from the Gods.He was scared all of it would end when her cycle passed. How could he return to normally greeting her in the morning at work when he knew how she
“What’s this?” The metal tumbler made a dull clinking sound when Winona flicked the cylinder. “Tea.”The Beta raised an eyebrow but took the tumbler. “Of course.” If she had something on her mind, she didn’t say it. She slipped the tumbler back into the bag where other items were for pain relief. Mandy had given him a list of things she used during her cycles. Maybe the Chief already had a back massager, but he still bought one just in case. It had been the third day since Carrie’s cycle had begun. Greg asked her if she needed something, but the independent Omega told him not to worry. Winona took out the items one at a time. A set of scented soothing candles, some calming bath salts, a pain relief rub. “Hmm,” she opened the rub and smelled it. “Spicy.”“Too strong?” Greg inquired a little anxiously. Mandy said camphor and menthol were helpful for her. He picked an ointment with both ingredients in it.“She likes vanilla, but if you’re asking me, I think she needs more spice in h
“Where’s Ava?” Greg suddenly asked, noticing the absence of the Omega. He and the team were having lunch together. It had become a custom after they caught him sneaking away and forced him to join the group since then. Greg didn’t understand the need to include him when he only sat quietly for the majority of the time. His table mates stopped talking, making him regret asking. But he was curious as to why Ava was missing. “Stomach bug,” Nina replied. “She’s at the infirmary. Oh, actually, she said she wanted some hot tea, but I have a meeting after this. Can you bring her one, Greg?” “Sure.”Beside him, Nico whistled. “Way to go, Noir!” He cheered, hitting him on the back. If encouraging was what he was going for, he missed. Greg dreaded doing so, not wanting to send the wrong message as always, but not rude enough to turn his back on someone in need. He finished his meal and excused himself before the others were done. No One batted an eye, contrary to when he attempted the sam
My Alpha. The words echoed in his mind, and Greg couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t know it would feel this good. He felt giddy and warm and pumped up even after their vigorous fuck session that left his boss snoring back in the villa.She was deeply asleep, and Greg didn’t have it in him to wake her up. He’d arranged a new set of clothes for her and left a note before returning to the party. If he had a choice, he would have stayed and slept next to his Omega.His Omega. Greg grinned.“Where have you been?”The smile was instantly wiped off his lips upon hearing the hurried voice of his half-sister.He turned around and found her standing with both hands on her hips, her perfectly shaped eyebrow quirked up, and her red-painted lips set in a stern line. She was a spitting image of their mother.“Outside? Fresh air,” he lied.She clearly was
Before she could even recover, he mounted her fucked his cock deep inside her pussy. It was still gaping and incredibly sensitive from the peculiar finger fucking, but that didn’t dampen the pleasure. If anything, it added to the already overloaded sensations. She was so wet from her previous orgasm that he slid effortlessly, bottoming out against her cervix.“Ohhh,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around her waist and fucking herself into his massive pole.“Has he fucked you this good, Carisa?” The Alpha demanded. She squeezed her eyes shut, submitting to the delicious girth of his hard cock.“No!” She hissed. Greg rammed his length into her willing cunt without remorse. “That’s right. And no one will ever fuck you this good other me. Your body is mine, Carisa.”“YES!” The way he said her name, in outright possessiveness, made her clench. “All yours, my Alpha.”She met his hot, dark eyes and reached up to cup her hand over her sharp jaw. His desire was sweet in the air she breathed.
Her scent decorated the air. “What—Ohh,” she gasped, unable to finish her words.She shivered when he dove straight to her pussy and gave it a hot, wet kiss. “Greg,” Carrie moaned, throwing her head back while his tongue traced the length of her slit. “Gods, yes!”He flicked her clit with his hot tongue before taking the swollen nub between her lips and sucking. “I love it when you moan my name, but remember your place, pet.” One sharp slap hit her wetness, making her scream.“I’m sorry, Master,” she cried out.The Alpha smiled approvingly. Licking her with his skilled tongue, she writhed while moaning loudly. It was all she could do not to erupt in orgasm. She wanted to make it last. She wanted to get fucked by his tongue for hours and let pleasure cast a shadow over everything else she was feeling.She spread her legs wider, welcoming his thick tongue as he circled her clit and delved into her dripping hole, tasting every inch of her needy cunt as if he had ownership of it.“Ooohh
“I don’t want to hear another word,” he said pointedly.Carrie was just about to open her mouth in protest when he pulled her hair down and kissed her possessively. He stood up and unbuckled his belt. “Let’s put that pretty mouth to use, shall we?” He pushed down his pants, showing off his thick erection behind his boxer briefs. “Pull them down. Use your mouth.”Carrie crawled to him. She was still dazed from the previous events, but she bit on the garter of his boxers and pulled it down like he instructed. His hard cock popped out and hit her cheek. His scent swirled around her, and a shot of lust passed through her.“Now suck, my Omega.”She did. She licked the head of his cock sampling the salt of his precum leaking from his slit. The arousal that dissipated earlier came in like a rush of wind. He tasted wonderful. Somehow better than before. Again, she licked the pulsating head, coating it with her saliva.He groaned, showing his approval which she took as motivation.Carrie le
Surprise, confusion, agitation, anger, and relief all fought inside of her, making her into an overwhelmed pot of emotions boiling over and threatening to spill. No. She was already spilling. Flawed assets, Albertus had said. She was flawed, she knew that. But that wasn’t all she was. Carrie was much more than her reproductive system. Still, hearing it from the man she once swore herself to, the man she disappointed gravely, felt like a stab in the heart. One that caught her by surprise. As it turned out, no matter how strong your guard was, facing your dark past would still make you stumble.Her lips quivered as another sob escaped her. “Shhh,” a voice cooed softly above her, paired with a gentle pat on her back. “I’m here, Carrie.”Warm arms wrapped around Carrie, pulling her back to reality. Greg was here. Not Albertus. Greg, who wanted her. Greg, who stuck with her during her cycleBut she was still broken. Defective. Greg was a young, good-looking Alpha full of vitality a
As soon as she located the powder room, Carrie made her move. The guests milled around the room, and she squeezed between silks, velvets, and brocades, greeting and smiling at those she recognized but never sparring a second to stop. When she walked towards a long table lined with crystal flutes of champagne, Carrie snuck one bubbly for encouragement. Her heart thudded with a nervous thrill. A couple swept past her, the woman’s beaded gown catching the light where the man’s hand was firm against her waist. “Carisa?” The man stopped, taking his partner with him. The thudding in her chest took a sudden crescendo. The lust drained out of her body. Still, she paused and turned.“Albert,” she smiled. Run! Her spirit omega was screaming in warning. “I thought I’d see you here.” Her ex-husband flashed her a condescending smile. “You really made a name for yourself.”Carrie forced herself not to roll her eyes. “I did.”The Alpha looked the same, but different. Time had sharpened his
The moment she stepped into the grand ballroom, she was swallowed into an alternate world of gilded decadence. Carrie looked up at the chandeliers overhead, spilling golden light across the polished marble floors. A slow melody was being played by a live orchestra tucked into the corner. The music mixed with the laughter that was ringing out, low and conspiratorial. All the guests mingled with their associates, leaning toward one another.She took a champagne from the passing server before mixing in with the crowd.Carrie spotted at least three board members, a couple of executives, a few of their business partners, and plenty of familiar faces. She even noted two or three politicians among the throng. But was man of the night was yet to be seen. Lucius Cavendish, a close relative of the Blackbirds, turned 75 recently and was formally announcing his retirement today. He held an important seat on the board for almost as long as Carrie was alive so his retirement meant a huge change i
“Ow!” Carrie winced as soon as the cotton swab made contact with her bruise. “Sorry,” Greg said quietly, guilt obvious in his voice. Carrie looked behind her and found the Alpha’s face scrunched up in concentration. He dipped the swab in the ointment, then carefully dabbed it on the purple patch of skin on her hip.Just a few moments ago, they were consumed with overwhelming passion, rushing inside her house with the urgency of fugitives hiding from authority. Greg had used her to shut the door, holding her hostage between it and his hard body and kissing her like they were star-crossed lovers sharing a stolen moment. His tongue invaded her mouth, and Carrie had moaned at the sweet taste of his lips. With their lips still sampling each other’s, they moved to her room. As always, Greg took charge, handling Carrie delicately but with the thrilling harshness she liked. However, when he threw her on the bed, something hard hit her, a sharp pain shooting from her hip. Carrie had forgo