“Winona? Chief Carson? Hi!” Surprise painted his face, then quickly replaced by a smile that battled the afternoon sun’s glow. He wore a similar pair of overalls just like everyone else in their crew. The navy-blue baggy fabric hid the true shape of his toned body, and Carrie quietly thanked the Gods for that. At least that way, she wouldn’t be too distracted.“Oh, drop the honorifics. We’re outside work,” Winona chuckled, as if her name were followed by a rank.Carrie was about to protest when she gave her a wide-eyed look that clearly said: don’t you dare. “Carrie’s fine,” she said, taking one step closer out of courtesy. “By the way, this is my brother-in-law, Andrew. Andrew, this is Greg. He works at Blackbird.” From the other side of the fence, Greg extended his hand to shake Andrew’s.Carrie wanted to retreat to the house. She shouldn’t have come here. The sight of the young technician threw her into a panic, and it was taking her best not to sprint away from the fairground i
The sound of the thudding ball filled the empty driveway. Dex chased after it, his small hands struggling to hold the ball properly. When he finally managed to grip it, Greg cheered for him.“Into the basket!” He encouraged the boy, who did as he was told. The ring was nailed on top of the garage door, low, but still high for a six-year-old to reach. Dex lifted the ball with both hands, elbows jutting out awkwardly while he heaved it upward. The ball hit the backboard before rolling off the rim. “Ahh, that’s so close!”Dex chased after it again. He dribbled it in Greg’s direction. When the boy got close, he pretended to struggle to steal it, reaching left and right a second after Dex switched the ball from one hand to another.The boy laughed at his scuffle.“You’re a loser, Uncle,” his nephew complained. Greg chuckled. That was Mandy’s influence, for sure. Gods knew how much his mother badmouthed Greg. He made a face at Dex, who giggled back. They played basketball until headligh
“Catch me up, my Beta.” Lester did that. He rehashed their exchange before Mandy showed up. For her part, she oohed and aahed, clicking her tongue and shaking her head as if Greg was a great source of disappointment. As if she hadn’t already heard them talking a while ago. She was just in the kitchen, directly behind them.“So, it’s because of your boss?” She parroted her mate’s question.“We’re professional,” Greg deflected. “But she invited you to the fair.”“Her brother-in-law did. I bet he’s only being polite,” he argued.They were professional. He and his gorgeous boss. Today, she wore a sleek gray pantsuit. Her hair had been pulled up in a clean updo, showcasing the flawless porcelain skin of her enchanting face. The dark-rimmed square glasses she wore made her sterner. Hotter. Greg wondered what she wore at home. Did she have another set of glasses for lounging at home, or did she also have to be strict in her personal space? What did she do after work, before she went to
From where he was sitting, he could clearly see the bareness of his boss. He grinned at the view, enjoying how she flinched as the cold air hit her flesh. “Wider," he ordered, despite knowing how tight her pencil skirt was. Her face betrayed no emotion, eyes focused on her computer screen as she pulled the fabric higher on her legs so she could open her legs wider. Her slit glistened with wetness.It was late. Other than them, the cleaners were the only staff left. Still, he grinned in satisfaction, knowing how humiliated she was right this moment with her legs wide open and her pussy exposed to anyone who would come through the door. He knew she was waiting for one of the cleaners to enter.The moment he got a call from her secretary, he knew it wasn’t the professional service she needed. The case she was working on was simple. His boss, hailed for her keenness, could finish it with her eyes closed. He slipped his hand into his pocket, finding soft fabric inside. It was red and la
“You will never guess what I found out!” Winona stomped into her office, heading straight towards her desk and letting the door slam. Carrie looked up from her salad. “What?”“Take a guess.” She frowned at her friend. “You said I’ll never guess it.” “Try anyway,” Winona prompted.While her secretary was the reason her work life was more organized, right now, she was the reason why Carrie would get wrinkles earlier.“Give me a hint?”“It’s about Greg Noir,” she said without missing a beat. Carrie paused for a second to think. What about the young technician would she not guess?Before lunch, she had sent Winona for a quick errand to give Greg some data she needed to be analyzed, but it seemed she found something juicer than the meatloaf in her lunchbox. “Did he curse you on your face?” Unlikely, but Carrie had to resolve that issue if there was any.It was Winona’s turn to frown. “What? No! He’s not even there right now. Not about work.”She paused again to consider. If not work, t
There was an unfamiliar weight in Carrie’s bag. When she put it on the sofa, the tote slouched a little until finally falling horizontal on the cushion.Carrie ignored it. Not yet, she thought.She went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, decided what to have for dinner, then headed into her room to change.Not yet, she reminded herself. Her hand itched to get ahold of the book. She had slipped it in her bag when Winona left. One could never be too sure, but Greg did not look like the kind who blatantly consumed pornography.Perhaps there was something in the novel that caught his attention. Carrie should at least give him the benefit of the doubt.She could already see Winona’s eyebrow raising judgingly if she heard Carrie’s thoughts. Painstakingly, she went on with her nighttime routine. By the time she settled down on her soft mattress,Carrie’s body was buzzing with anticipation.It had been almost ten hours since she was made aware of the book’s existence, and finally, fin
“Show me how good that pretty lips can take a cock.” Carrie closed the book deliberately. With the same snail pace, she took off her glasses and placed it on the book on her nightstand. The clock beside it said it was past midnight. Gods, how long was she reading? She got up from the floor and righted the hem of her shorts.Five chapters in, she slipped down the mattress out of fear of making a mess out of it. And indeed, slick trickled down her thighs. At this point, Carrie was beyond disgust. She took off her mask when she climbed down from her bed. Right, here, in the comforts and privacy of her own home, she could be herself.Closing her eyes, she let her imagination run wild. She followed the words, caressing the exposed skin of her thigh just like how Luis had traced Olivia’s. The straps of her camisole slipped off. Next, her tiny shorts. Then, her underwear. Cotton—a material she reserved for lounging at home. Warmth radiated off of her body. A stark difference from the cold
Outside, the sky was tinged purple. All around him, people had been standing up and fixing their stuff, ready to go. Greg on the other hand, remained diligently in his chair.“You sure you’re not going yet?” Ava pointed behind her at the elevator with her thumb. “What is it you’re doing anyway?” She sneaked a glance at his screen, and Greg scrambled to open a random file.“I’ll have to finish this,” he said, doing his best to put enough grudge on his voice. Ava nodded sympathetically. “I see. But don’t overwork yourself, okay?” She patted his shoulder for support. That’s right, Greg thought. Mourn my grievances. It was late, but Greg couldn’t leave the office yet. He had decided to wait until it emptied to go on with his plan. But as he sat at his desk, pretending to pull an overtime, Greg couldn’t help but feel pathetic. “Thanks, I won’t.”Ava squeezed his shoulders. Greg hoped she wouldn’t sense how tense he was.“By the way, the girls and I are planning to go out tomorrow with
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
“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
“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