Page 24 of Her True Alpha
“Come for your mate, Phee. Come for your alpha.”
She tried to say something. “Who—how—?” but her words morphed into a howl as he increased the volume of his demanding growl. No omega could resist the growl of her alpha. Her hips swinging and her vulva parting with arousal, slick dripped down her thighs.
“Beautiful.” Alreck set his hands on her hips, touching Phee for the first time. She fit. His cock jerked like a bastard in celebration, his own dribbling pre-cum splattering onto his thighs. The action seared him down to his soul.
She had been born for him. That was how bond and biology worked. She didn’t know who he was, but it didn’t matter. She would feel him, know him, understand him the way he understood her.
When he stopped growling, she stopped making noise, trapping her sounds in her throat. Though the table was at her back, and her still hands braced upon it, Phee still didn’t push him away. The precious girl was trembling all over. She made groans and grunts behind her clenched teeth, but didn’t tell him to stop.
Deliciously warm and silky under his hands, he had to feel more and get closer. He had to. Was compelled to. There was no fucking way he could stop himself. Alreck dropped his head between the valley of her breasts, immersing himself in all the omega had to give, offering himself in return.
“I’m broken,” she whispered hoarsely, right above his hair.
“No. Not,” he said.
“I’m selfish, just like her. I—bad. I’m bad.” As if to punish herself with the confession, she urged him to believe it.
He didn’t know who “her” was. But he didn’t care. It wasn’t true. Phee was her own, one of a kind. Did she think he would leave? Did she think he could walk away?
He moved his mouth against her tender skin, kissing her. A beautiful pale white, no sunlight ever touched this vulnerable, delicious space. It was his now. “No. Not.”
“No children. I’m broken. You can’t want me.”
When he tipped his face up, her tears splashed onto his cheeks. “I’m broken too. We will be whole together.”
Still holding on to the table behind her, she didn’t move, so he kissed her eyes and her cheeks. At the same time, he stroked his palms up her sides to cup the perfect curve of her breast.
Alreck had always thought answering an omega’s heat would be ruthless, a meeting of two greedy animals bent on mating. He only had one couple as an example–they had mated in a blood bath.
But Phee called a patience out of him he didn’t know he had. He didn’t know what had stolen her confidence, but they were going to find a way to fix that.
When she leaned into his next touch, seeking his heat, he answered with a kiss to her lips. Her mouth was open just slightly, a polite invitation. Alreck kissed her top lip, then the bottom, then rubbed the two in a tease between his. Inhaling her breath, he hummed to keep himself from taking over and opening her mouth to take her tongue.
She was gonna give in and ask for more; Alreck would wait as long as it took, but his omega breeder would choose him. He didn’t know her past. No one in the house bothered to inform him or explain why she had no bond-mate. He didn’t care. All that mattered was her wanting him enough to open her mouth on his shoulder and give him her bite.
She was heaven, and he would fill up his soul with her.
“Open to me, girl. That’s it. Open to me, pretty girl,” he coaxed.
The little noises she made as he kissed her drove him mad. He doubted she was even aware of them. All twisted up to get to him with her hands anchored down for dear life, she stood bent with her legs spread, presenting herself to his touch. Her omega body gave him permission that her mind hadn’t caught up with.
He was bent awkwardly too, still on his knees and bowed back under her mouth, keeping his touches light. Kissing clean all the wet places on her face where tears had fallen, one by one, claiming her pain as his own. Accepting her.
“What do you want, Phee? What do you want? Do you hurt? Do you need something?”
She whined, trying to trap his mouth in a single place.
He resisted. The promises of this woman’s deeper recesses were a siren’s song, yet he’d use that self-control he’d suffered years to learn. This was why. Don’t force. Don’t crush. She was more beautiful than any new bloom, and ten times as delicate.
He cupped and caressed her breasts, her skin light against his dark. Damn, that was amazing. He loved the contrast of her dusky nipples. Fantastically colored, longing for pinching, with swollen, puffy areolas. Nipples he was gonna bite, suck, and play with.
For now, he just barely touched, rubbing back and forth with the tip of his thumb before leaving them alone and smoothing his palms over her ribs instead. Cataloging her shape, he traced out muscle and contour, heartbeat, and gasping breath.
Phee growled, a guttural noise of raw hunger that went to his head and made Alreck dizzy with need. He tightened his grasp. How he wanted to pull her to the floor, flip her face down and ass up, and ram himself home. He wanted to fuck her more than he wanted air. But he wanted her bite more than he wanted to live.
She was getting closer to letting go and letting herself fly. Hunting after his lips, she tried to bite him when he went to kiss her chin and jaw. He smiled, bringing his hands back to her breasts again. She thought she would get the kisses she wanted. Opening her mouth wider, she licked his bottom lip in welcome.
Alreck ducked away. She was ready for more. Pushing her back to standing with one hand while following her breasts with his mouth, his put his other hand at her side. When he had her pushed back against the desk, cornered, he took his first taste of his omega.
