“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
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
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
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
“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
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
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.
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
The second the door of Carrie’s hotel room closed, they were on each other.Carrie reached out and brushed her hand along his chest. Her skin felt warm and soft. All pretense fell. He brought his hand to her neck, to guide her to him as they took hurried steps back to the bed. The plan had been to part to their own rooms after checking in, but even in the elevator, they could barely resist each other. Not when Carrie was still slick from their flight activities. No words were said, but the mutual understanding was there. Greg eased her coat off her shoulders and was surprised by what he found.“You naughty girl,” he growled. She must have taken off her clothes when she excused herself to the powder room while they were checking in.Gone was her business attire.; Carrie had nothing but a lacy lingerie under her coat. Greg recognized the plunging neckline. It was the same as her top. Did she have it on earlier? Greg was amazed by how she managed to make such salacious clothing look
She felt the hand that was on her knee move up over her skirt, trаvеlіng uр her lеft leg with thе fіngеrtірѕ саrеѕѕіng thе іnѕіdе of her thіgh. He had managed to push her pencil skirt inches over her knee.Carrie wasn’t sure whether or not she was lucky that she was wearing a tight skirt. One thing was for certain: this act he was pulling was starting to make her wet. “As I’ve mentioned before, for this simulation, we’re focusing on the engine system, especially around thermal performance, propulsion behavior, and real-time risk assessment,” she enumerated, trying to focus on the discussion rather than what was happening under the table.Biting her lip, she fought a moan when he scratched the length of her left leg, causing a run on her stockings. Carrie realized how wasteful it was to spend time with the Alpha when most of her clothes got ripped and torn for his own pleasure. Although they do end up naked at one point and stay like so for the whole time they were together, so perhap
From his spot on the second floor, Greg could see his boss saunter inside the airbase, her lush curve of her hips swaying in her pencil skirt. Her low-cut blouse presented a good display of her cleavage, making Greg wonder whether this was her usual airport attire. How lucky her previous business trip companions were. As she made her way to the escalator, Carrie spotted him, and a soft smile appeared on her deep red lips. An overwhelming desire took over Greg. He gripped the railing he was leaning on, the hollow metal denting a little. Calm down, he reminded himself. But he felt his pants getting tighter. It kind of scares him how badly he wanted her. He stood to meet her halfway in the terminal. “Greg,” she greeted.“Chief Carson,” he replied with the same level of professionalism he received. “Did you wait long?” Carrie asked, still sounding formal even when her gaze was blazing with desire. “I’m sorry for the delay. I had to attend a meeting with the CEO.”Greg did his best
Greg was buzzing with excitement. Despite all his complaints about Mandy treating him like a child, he felt the same way he did when he joined his very first school field trip to the zoo.He had slept soundly last night after a steamy call with his boss, but he was yet to see her today.Greg, like the eager wolf that he was, looked forward to spending the weekend away with his Omega. Sure, they were together almost every day, but a different setting had a promise of something new, and while he was very much comfortable in their own houses, Greg welcomed the chance to spice things up with open arms.It was a work trip, he reminded himself, and his spirit Alpha. He had seen the itinerary, and they would be attending the Flight Testing Supervision the whole day on Saturday. They would be flying back by Sunday afternoon, giving them a few hours to wander around town.Greg had looked up a few spots to check out during their free time. A restaurant,
Mandy poked his suitcase, already posing to open it.“Step away from my things, girl,” he warned from the kitchen. He rushed to the living room where his half-sister was assaulting his suitcase and rolled it away to the hallway.Mandy protested, but flopped back on the couch once the suitcase was out of reach. “I’m just checking! What if you left something? Did you have enough clothes? How about your toiletries? You have your deodorant, right?”“You make it sound like I smell.”“You don’t,” she assured. “Oh, but after an auto shop session, it’s like you used motor oil as scent suppressants,” Mandy laughed, hitting the couch as she guffawed at her own joke.“Good thing I won’t be doing any manual work.” He walked back to the kitchen and continued plating the pasta she brought for dinner. “Why are you even here?”No answer. O
“How about this one?” Winona held out a pair of lacy underwear. From the floor, she frowned at her friend. “It’s a business trip, Winona.” Although, she had been contemplating whether to bring something fancy. With the trip coming in a couple of days, she had employed Winona to help her pack. Her companion was running errands himself, taking care of the stuff he was supposed to do over the weekend.Normally, Carrie would bring a preset collection of business attire she reserved for trips like this, but this coming trip wouldn’t be like any other trip. “It’s a weekend getaway with your mate,” she replied matter-of-factly.Her mate.That made her warm and queasy. Any thoughts about the Alpha made her warm and queasy. “His not my mate.” Unfortunately. Her friend scorned, looking somewhat peeved. “But he’s knotted you, right?” “Winona!” She scolded with disgust. She balled a shirt and threw it at her friend.“What? It’s not a bad question. In fact, it’s essential information,” Winon
Greg was already packing his things when a notification popped up on his screen. Already half inside his bag, he pulled out his notebook to free his hand. An email from his boss. Subject: Weekend Business Trip – Flight Testing SupervisionHi Greg,I hope you're doing well. I wanted to inform you that you’ll be accompanying me on an upcoming business trip this weekend.We'll be overseeing key testing phases, and your presence will be valuable in handling on-site documentation, coordinating with the technical team, and assisting in preliminary evaluations. It’s a great chance to observe the process up close and contribute directly.Please clear your weekend schedule, and I’ll be sending you the detailed itinerary, travel arrangements, and any prep materials by tomorrow. Be sure to bring all relevant documents, safety gear if applicable, and a notepad—there’ll be a lot to take in.Let me know if you have any questions or need help getting things ready.Best regards,Carisa Carson, Chie
It was an odd hour, Carrie checked on her alarm clock. Outside was still dark, and the only light in her room was a streak from the lamppost outside. She had no idea what time she fell asleep. Carrie felt sore in random spots but completely warm all over. She smiled, remembering the tender attention she had received the night before. The Alpha had explained what happened between him and Ava at the infirmary. The gossip chain got it all wrong, as always, and the fact that he ditched his peers for her was enough to assure Carrie he wasn’t—wouldn’t look at another. Once they sorted out the misunderstanding, he proposed they stop her punishment, but Carrie insisted on continuing. It was her fault that all of this happened. Now, her butt was still red. Moving caused her bruised skin to rub on the sheets, and each touch made her wince. Still, she snuggled closer to the Alpha until she felt his groin on her behind.Immediately, she felt a response. His arm tightened around her waist, his
Greg rubbed soothing circles on the Omega’s reddened behind. She winced when he touched the small cut she had gotten from the intense flogging they had done earlier. Carrie snuggled closer to him, her warm body curled up against him.He tightened his arm around her as he felt his cock waking up from its nap. She must have felt it too, because she reached down to rub his hardness softly in small movements of her wrist.He moaned. The motion wasn’t enough to get him off but it would do fine to keep him up until she was ready to be fucked again.“I never touched her,” he said. “Never would.”She looked up, bright blue doe eyes meeting his gaze in a question.“I just thought—” Carrie started, but he stopped her, placing a kiss on her head.“I understand. I should have been more careful.” He kissed her head again to reassure and to bide his time.