Semua Bab Mated: My Infertile Omega Boss: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Apparently, when Greg said he would take her home, he would take her to his home. It was a work night. A sensible part of her told her to refuse, knowing full well what would happen if she was left with the Alpha in a private space. But her wolf, a major part of her being, was already thrumming with delight. ‘Finally’, it cheered. Carrie examined the helmet in her hands. Was it really this heavy? Probably. It was supposed to protect the head after all.Greg’s bike was massive. The sharp bodywork was a striking blend of intimidating and sleek, characteristic of the Alpha. Like its owner, it was tall, lean, stylish, and most importantly, rebellious and agile. It looked like a machine built for controlled chaos. That was exactly how she would describe Greg in her life. “First time on a bike?” Greg asked. He took the helmet, unlocked the buckle, and positioned it over her head. “Ready?”“Yes,” she said. Before the helmet engulfed her head, she added, “And yes, my first time.”She took

“He wаѕ gоіng to hаvе hіѕ wау wіth hеr. Hе rеасhеd down under the sheets and hіѕ fіngеrѕ tоuсhеd hеr naked thighs.” The sheets were under her. None covered her body giving her a full view of how Greg followed the words she just said. Carrie shivered. The book was sinful enough. Acting it out was beyond what her sensitive body could handle. She had only started but Carrie knew she wouldn’t be able to last long.She had found the book on his nightstand while he was in the shower and cracked it open. When he saw her reading it, the Alpha was quick to instruct her to strip and read it out loud. Now, they reenact the scene she had been reading.“Go on,” Greg ushered.She forced her attention back to the book.“It was just as she wanted. To feel his hands on her. His strength holding her.” Greg gripped her thigh, his nails digging into her skin. She inhaled sharply, feeling the sharp pain. She was already naked, unlike Olivia from the book, and even with her legs pressed together, the sc

“Gods,” Carrie hissed as she slipped the small bean-shaped vibrator into her bare pussy. It went in seamlessly. How could she be so wet already?The girth of the toy, albeit small, stretched her walls. It wasn’t even on yet, but the feel of the silicon inside her, plus the thrill of doing something obscene in the office was mind-blowing. She sat down before her legs got too weak. Carrie turned to her computer screen, keeping her expression impassive. From the corner of her eye, she could see the Alpha smirking. He said nothing, so she continued working. Better to finish fast before he decided to tease and torture her for his own entertainment. The scene from the book flashed in her mind. Carrie would never forget it. Olivia with her underwear off, her legs wide open and her cunt exposed for anyone to see. Carrie had imagined it—fantasized about it—how embarrassing it would be to have her cunt on display. How wet the woman was. And when she was the one with her panties off, right

Greg didn’t bother knocking, he went into Mandy’s house with one purpose in mind: to get whatever she wanted to give him and leave to return to Carrie. When did he become attached to another person? He didn’t know. But one thing was for sure, he didn’t hate it. Greg hardly knew himself these days. Always wanting to be around the Omega, yearning to touch her, hold her, and kiss her. If looking at her was enough for him before, it wasn’t anymore. Being with Carrie turned him into a new man.Or perhaps this had been the true him, only this obsessive, possessive part was overshadowed by everything else. In that case, maybe he should make her take responsibility for it.Greg grinned, already imagining what he would tell the Omega to do. He knew she liked it when he took charge. “Uncle Greg!” A whirlpool of a child slammed into him, almost making him fall back. He took the boy in his arms and turned around so that it was like he was flying. “Weeeeee!” Dex cheered while he twirled in t

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