“Maybe he’s actually a millionaire,” Winona announced, lifting her eyes off the tablet she had been scrolling on for the greater part of lunchtime. Carrie quirked an eyebrow. “Then why is he working here?” “Because he wants to. Isn’t that what rich people do? Just whatever they want?” Carrie shook her head, ignoring her secretary’s random thoughts. Whatever the young Alpha does outside the office was none of their business. Although in reality, she was more than curious to know why he was at the party and how. Winona practically knew the young Alpha’s social media accounts inside out, investigating them thoroughly as if it were part of her job description. Her Alpha, she thought. Her spirit omega was rejoicing in her. Her Alpha.She could hardly remember what it felt like calling her previous mate as hers, but it was certainly different from this. Greg had told her to call him her Alpha again and again while he fucked her hard and fast just how she liked it. Carrie blushed, th
Carrie couldn’t sleep. Closing her eyes only brought her visions of what she had heard earlier. “He had his hand up her skirt,” the young tech support had said.He also had his hand up Carrie’s skirt before. Too many times, she knew exactly what it would look like. Feel like.Her heart was pounding wildly against her thin nightie. She wanted him. Before she knew it, her hand was on her pelvis, massaging soft circles over her quickly heating skin.Carrie had no idea how badly she needed it in her life, how it was to have him inside of her, ramming his cock into her wet, needy cunt. Now that she had had him, the loss of the thickness in her pussy made her keen in grief. Steamy wetness brewed under her inquisitive fingers as she dipped one down her slit. Her clit was so sensitive that her hips jerked at the slightest contact. Her body was doing its utmost to remind her just how much she needed him. Her fingers would never suffice. But what if Carrie wouldn’t suffice either?Inside h
Something wasn’t right. The other day, Carrie refused his offer to take her home. Yesterday, she said she was working late. Today, she wasn’t at her office all day, but Greg received not one text telling him where she was and what time she would be back. They used to update each other on their whereabouts. Now it was radio silence.It couldn’t be about the party. Carrie seemed fine the day after. A few questions came up, but Greg easily avoided them. Well, he hoped he did. He trusted Carrie, but he pledged to protect his family. Even if they were somehow attached, no commitments had been made between him and the Omega. Greg knew better than to bare himself to someone not his mate yet. He knew if they decided to take it to the next level, then he would have to tell her about his family, but for now, he wanted to keep this bubble they had. Besides, the truth would only complicate things. Greg preferred his quiet life anyway. Snapping fingers in front of him made him blink. “Yoo ho
Instead of the loud and crowded club they favored, his companions chose a different bar—something Greg appreciated. The dartboard in the back had a small crowd gathering, cheering someone on like it was a championship game they were playing. Music hummed beneath it all. Some jazzy song he wasn’t familiar with but very much enjoyed.The atmosphere was suave. This level of cheerfulness and warmth was exactly what he needed after this stressful day. He still hadn’t heard from Carrie even after all the messages he sent, and he was completely convinced she was avoiding him. He scrolled through their messages, trying to figure out when he messed up. Was it something he did? But he had spent a long time ruminating on this question, and he was yet to find the answer. “Lady problems?” He looked behind him and found Nina holding a tray of drinks. Greg quickly stood to help her. “Thank you,” she said, then sat across from him on the booth. “So?”His gaze fell behind her at the bar. The oth
Barrel in was exactly what he did. He went over to Carrie’s without any warning. Not a text message nor a call. He rang the door as soon as he got there, before he could hesitate. “Who’s there?” A faint voice came from behind the closed door before it opened. It didn’t smell like the Omega, so he wasn’t surprised when Winona appeared in front of him. “Greg?” She frowned. “What are you doing here?” “Leave.”“Huh?” Confusion materialized on her face, but she stepped to the side to let him in. “Leave,” he told her again. More firmly now. From the foyer, he could see glasses of wine, a cheese board, and a box of tissue littered on the coffee table. No trace of Carrie, but he got a whiff of her scent as soon as he entered. It wasn’t a pleased one. He turned to Winona, who was still gawking at him on the doorstep. She was surprised, alright. But Greg had no time for this. Barrel in. That was what he must do. “Go, Winona. Now.” His voice reverberated in the air, low and affecting a
Carrie was a statue. Not only did Greg order her not to talk, he also told her not to move. She stood facing the wall, her hands over her head, trying her best to regulate her breathing. She felt him moving down her back, his warm lips on her thin nightie. He hiked the hem of her dress up her chest, and now it was embarrassingly askew.When he stirred her body to face him, she automatically opened her legs, allowing him to access her nether parts. Greg nibbled at her hip before tracing a path down where she needed it the most. Except it didn’t happen. His lips skimmed past her sex and instead pressed on her thighs, tickling her. She squirmed and he pressed his palm on her stomach, reminding her who was in control. He sucked and licked her skin, making sure to leave marks. When Greg took a long drag on her inner thigh, licking up close to her crotch, she knew her slick was already leaking. She felt overstimulated. The mere feel of his wet tongue on her skin could drive her to orgasm
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.
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
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.