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Pan’s hand snapped out and clamped around my chin. He leaned in until his breath puffed against my lips. Something riotous turned in the haunted depths of his expression as he searched my face. In The Barracks, he’d been lost, but jovial.

There was nothing humorous in him now.

“Have you ever wanted something you can’t have?” Pan whispered.

Chase’s perfect white smile flashed into my memory. How many nights had I built dreams around his sparse, harried promises?

Pan’s thumb dug into my chin. Severing the harrowing memories and bringing me back to the present. The edge of pain was an anchor to the present, and I leaned into it.

Chase would never touch me again, not any part of me.

“Hasn’t everyone?” I replied.

This alpha was perilously close to secrets I tucked safely in the shadows. The combination of his voice, eyes, and rough touch threatened to coax it to the surface.

Pan chuckled softly, licking his lips. “You’re right, sweet little angel. Do you want to know what I always wanted?”

“What?” I breathed.

The dark room was a cocoon, and the shadows weighed over my body. Pan’s scent swirled up my nostrils, invaded my every pore. Begged me to let him play. To use me like a toy.

“I want to be like you.”

Before I could protest, Pan circled his hands around my waist and lifted me to straddle him. I squeaked when his hard cock pressed against me. His fingers spanned over my back, and he forced my breasts to soften against his rigid chest. I couldn’t breathe. The thread of desperation in his tone belied the sneer painted on his face.

“Pan.” I wriggled in his biting hold, but the friction only encouraged a flood of slick.

Pan’s forehead pressed against mine. For a moment, we shared a hot breath. I could taste him everywhere, and my body responded with a rush of heat through my veins.

“Gods, I can feel it. If I slipped my fingers in those god-awful shorts, how sopping would you be?” Pan crooned.

My hips jerked as my mind flooded with the vision of grinding against Pan. No clothes between us. His teeth flashed and his fingers tightened on my hips. I slid down a tunnel into darkness, but he came with me.

“If I ordered you with my bark, would you toss that pert ass in the air for me? Would it feel right? To submit to your alpha? Tell me what it feels like.”

Disturbingly, his forceful tone tapped into the instinctual side of me. My senses blurred on the edges in the grip of his tight fingers. A willing captive. I would have been afraid if not for the desperation in his voice. He didn’t want to do those things to me; he wanted to know how it felt. I shook my head, dislodging his hand from my chin.

“You’re not my alpha.” My voice warbled.

His cock pressed insistently against me, and I had to fight the urge to ground down. Pan was wild. Pan was dangerous. He was the kind of alpha that broke omegas like me. Just like Chase. I struggled in his hold.

“You’re wrong, angel. You were mine the second I saw you in The Barracks.” His laughter echoed off the walls. “You were trying so hard to blend in, but I couldn’t look away and now that scent.”

His fingers slipped into my hair, and he wrapped the blonde strands around his refined fingers. I froze, and my nostrils flared with alarm. He massaged my skull until I sagged against him. I wandered into the spider’s web. Now the silky threads had me tangled and the more I stared into his gaze, the deeper I fell.

I whimpered.

“Sweet honey and ripe fig. Decadent innocence. So soft. The perfect omega.” He continued to press his fingers into my head. Our scents tangled together, the bitterness gone. Now there was only perfume, sweet and cloying.

“Please.”

What was I asking him for? To let me go? To keep me forever? I couldn’t make sense with his nails digging so hard. Before I could process the desire ramping inside me, Pan lifted me off his lap. This time, my whine escaped.

Now I knew what I wanted.

More of his dark, strangling possession. I wanted him to make the memories of Chase disappear. I wriggled toward him, but Pan held me at bay with a flash of his sharp teeth.

“See?” He leaned forward and kissed the end of my nose. “Perfect. Angel. Omega.”