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Aubrey

I don’t know what I’m doing out here.

I take that back. Caius and Willow are why I’m standing outside the door to the room Miranda was assigned in the bunker.

No, that’s not right either. I’m here because I want to be. Because my Omega is in there, and she needs me, whether she knows it or not. And I need her, too.

But how am I going to tell her?

If I touch her and my curse isn’t affected, and I try to speak...I could kill everyone in this underground bunker.

I want to growl, but of course I can’t. Instead, I pace, my sneakers tapping against the tile floor in the hall, my arms crossed over my chest, and I’m certain a scowl on my face.

When the door I’m hovering near swings open with a violent gust of air, I stop in my tracks and turn to face the woman who has tortured me for months. Or, maybe I’d done that to myself, I realize, as I stare into those silver eyes of hers. But her beautiful face is marred by anger, her head tilts to one side, lips pursed, behind them her tongue runs along her teeth.

“I could hear you huffing and pacing around out here,” she says, tone clipped. “What do you want?”

I blink. The aura around her is dark, abnormal. It pushes against my chest with great force, nearly choking me.

Feral. I’d never encountered a feral anyone before, let alone a Cursed Omega.

“Well?” she demands, her voice a near growl, low and guttural.

My eyes widen despite myself. All I can do is gesture toward the room behind her, which makes Miranda roll her eyes and turn from me to enter the room. I follow and close the door behind me, cross my arms again, and watch her.

She’s the one pacing now, but not with the same nervous or frustrated energy I’d had in the hall; she prowls like an animal looking for a fight, or at the very least, prey.

I narrow my eyes as I watch her. Miranda’s breathing grows ragged, her shoulders rising and falling at an increasing rate. A noise comes from her as she spins on me, silver eyes fierce, teeth bared. I blink, and that’s all it takes before she’s lunging at me and I’m sidestepping her advances.

“You shouldn’t be here!” she shouts, more angry than I’ve ever seen her. “You don’t care about me or our pack!”

Another swipe from her small hands has me dodging.

She couldn’t be more wrong. And now I know how wrong I had been, too. In my attempt to protect us all, I’ve made a terrible mistake.

She lets out a frustrated yell, and her hands are instantly encased in ice, formed into claws like an animal. The shock of it makes me misstep, and her swipe catches my cheek just below my eye. My hiss turns to an uncontained growl, the entire room shaking with my rage. Rage at her, at myself, at this absurd situation we’re all in due to lies and hunger for power.

I reach out and grab her hair in my fist at the back of her head, my knuckles pressing against her scalp. I already knew she could touch me without killing me, but now for the ultimate test.

“ Miranda!” I bark her name with a growling force that makes her go utterly still in my grasp. My voice is raw, rough, but it’s there, and the bunker hasn’t collapsed around us.

My curse is neutralized, just like it had been for Colt and Rai that day at the training ground. When I’d refused to even test the effects of her proximity.

Now, thanks to me, I have an unruly Omega to take care of before she turns into a danger to herself and our pack.

Our pack.

The creature in my chest loves that I’ve acknowledged it at last; I can feel it preen inside me. Smug.

Miranda turns wide, shocked eyes on me, her lips parted, breathing still quick and ragged.

All this time, I’ve denied myself her luscious form. Denied us both of the connection we have, of the draw she has on me. Of the love I most certainly feel for her.

I stare at her pale pink lips and lick mine a second before I pull her body to me and devour her mouth. She squeaks with surprise before I loosen my grip on her hair, just a bit, and wrap my other arm around her back, hauling her small frame against me.

She sweeps her slick tongue against my lips, and I take control, opening my mouth and ravaging her, my tongue commanding hers, leading the swirling dance before I suckle it, bite it, drawing a groan from us both.

I pull away just long enough to yank my shirt over my head, taking another second to enjoy her even wider eyes as they take in my chest. Then I’m pulling her shirt over her head, sending that mouthwatering scent of hers wafting through the air, and then gripping her pale breasts in my large hands. Her bra is black and cotton, and I hate it. I’m sure under different circumstances, it would be alluring or sexy, but right now, it’s just in the way.

I yank on it, knuckles pressed into her flesh. “Take it off,” I rasp, my voice still weak from lack of use.

Her hands quiver as they go to her back to do as I command.

My cock is so hard it hurts as I move backward to sit on the edge of the only bed in the room. Before I do, I unbutton my jeans but leave them in place, giving me a bit more breathing room.

Miranda’s bra drops to the floor, and she stands there, unwavering and beautiful. Her areolas are tan, lighter than my skin but almost the same shade, the tips of her nipples pink. I feel an aching in my gums as I stare at her, my eyes gravitating to the fresh bite mark above her left breast and the more healed one on her right collarbone. There’s no jealousy at the sight. Instead, I find a sense of pride growing for my pack brothers who had taken care of our Omega. But anger wells in me at my previous actions—or inaction.

I’d shunned my Omega. Made her think I didn’t care or want her. All in the name of protection. All for nothing.

I clench my jaw, push those thoughts from my mind, and gesture at her to remove the rest of her clothing.

She does as I silently command, quietly removing her pants while I lean back on one arm, watching, and grip my cock through my pants with my free hand.

Miranda watches my movements like a contained beast, those pale eyes sweeping over me after she kicks her pants off and reveals her every curve to me.

I fight the shudder that threatens to wrack my body, and beckon her to me with a wave of my hand, still resting on my dick.

She approaches slowly, and when her knee bumps mine, I splay my hand on her quivering belly so I can speak. “Kneel.”

Her movements are fluid, her right breast grazing my clothed knee on her way down. I let my hand glide up her torso as she lowers herself to the floor before me. My fingers find her right nipple and pinch hard, drawing a gasp from her.

She’s holding herself back from me. My Omega isn’t going into heat.

I have to change that.

“Take out my cock, Omega.”

She blinks before her hands move to my fly and grasp it, pulling what I’d already undone down further, then gripping the elastic of my boxer-briefs. My dick twitches, my hips reflexively pump toward her and she slowly pulls them down, letting my cock spring free like a caged beast ready to pounce.

That awed look crosses her face again, even more prominent than when she’d stared at my chest a moment ago. Part of me wants to revel in her gaze, but the rest of me is far too impatient. Pinching her nipple again, I say, “Suck my cock, Omega.”

She lets out a small whine, and I know I’m getting close to what I want. What we both need.

Her scent grows stronger as she grasps my cock with one hand, her fingers unable to meet on the other side. As she leans down, her lips part, that pink tongue slips out, and she swirls the tip of it around the head of my dick, drawing a hiss from deep inside my chest.

She’s going to make me come with her tongue alone.

“I said suck, Omega,” I command through clenched teeth.

Those silvery eyes turn up at me, capturing my gaze as she opens her mouth wide with a little sassy smile, and takes me as far into her mouth as she can.

The warm, wet cavern is bliss, her back teeth scraping the sides of my cock making my body jerk. Then she does what I’d told her to, and sucks me. I try to hold back, but the guttural groan that escapes me fills the room, and at the sound, she sucks harder, taking even more of me into her mouth until the tip of my dick is squeezed in her throat.

No matter how much I want to keep feeling her mouth around me, I know it’s a losing battle. I won’t last, and that’s unacceptable.

“Stop,” I rasp.

She sucks even harder, swirling her tongue around my cock faster, her head bobbing up and down until my teeth clench before I bark, “ Stop.”

She obeys, her puffy lips wet and pouting as she peers up at me.

I take a moment to catch my breath before standing and shucking off my shoes, pants, everything, until I’m completely naked before her. She bites her lip and reaches for me, but I swat her hand away and sit back on the bed, gripping my cock, watching her silver eyes sparkle as I give it a stroke, her saliva helping my hand glide effortlessly.

The whine she lets out is like the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard, her scent ramping up even more, filling the room with that delicious smell. And then, I see it. Her slick glistens on the insides of her thighs, and I hiss, squeezing my dick at the sight.

With my free hand, I beckon her, then take her hands and place them on my shoulders, freeing me to give verbal commands to my Omega. “Straddle me.” My voice is still gruff, not matching that in my head.

With measured movements, Miranda slides one knee and then the other on either side of my thighs, her chest right in my face. I wrap my arm around her back and pull her to my mouth, taking one nipple between my teeth and biting, drawing a hiss from her, before swirling my tongue around the bruised flesh. I grab the globes of her ass with both hands and repeat my assault on her other breast, and this time, she tosses her head back with a mix of a groan and a whine that makes my cock jerk, tapping against her pussy lips as more slick splashes onto me.

She moves her hips to try and take me inside her tight body, but I hold her ass up, denying her, drawing a louder whine from my Omega.

I do this to her until my cock is about to explode without being inside her. I pull us both further up the bed and lie flat on my back, my hand splayed across her sternum, holding her upright. When I grip my dick again, aiming it at her center, I spread my thighs, taking hers with me, lowering her pussy to the head of my cock in a slow, torturous movement, until the head slips inside of her tight ring, making her gasp, her hips circle.

“Do. Not. Move.” My command isn’t a bark, but she turns her wide eyes on me, and I wonder for a moment if this is too much. I’ve denied us both our mutual comfort for months, and now, I am showing her my deepest and darkest desires.

But I can see that flicker of excitement in her gaze, of recognition. Of acceptance.

She wants me as I am. My solemn vow is to make sure she never regrets it.

“I’m going to give you so much pleasure,” I rasp. “You will never want to be without my cock inside you. Your pussy will weep when I’m not in it. Your body will yearn to feel my skin.”

She shudders above me, but dutifully remains still. Her slick now slides from her core down my cock and onto my hips, and the feel, the scent, is more than I ever wanted. More than I ever dreamed.

Without any more preamble, I bend my legs, place my feet on the mattress, and piston my hips upward, sending my cock deep inside her tight core with one, smooth motion.

Miranda cries out in surprise and pleasure, and I lower my hips before slamming into her again, forcing her body forward, her hands positioned on either side of my head to hold herself up. I grip her ass again, tight, pulling her open as I slide my length from her body and slam back in, over and over again. As my balls begin to tighten, so much unspent come inside them from years of celibacy, years of never knowing my fated mate, something moves inside my chest, and I emit a sound I’ve never made before.

My body vibrates with the loudest purr I’ve ever heard, low and deep in resonance. It fills the room along with our mingling scents, and Miranda’s body begins to quiver in a way that lets me know she is close.

My purring intensifies, and I sigh, sliding my length out just a bit, making her gasp and moan, writhing above me as I tease her. Out just a bit, back inside, out a bit more, again and again. Each move brings a moan or a whine from my Omega’s throat as I catch my rhythm and look up at her face.

“You like that, Omega?” I grunt, feeling even more possessive than before. “You like taking my cock?”

“Yes,” she sighs, her ass jumping as my hips meet it again.

I give a dissatisfied hum before pulling almost all the way out of her and slamming back inside, making her cry out.

“I asked,” I growl between brutal thrusts, “does my Omega like taking my cock?”

“Yes!” Miranda shouts, her head lolling back and forth with my forceful fucking.

“You love getting fucked by your Alpha, don’t you?” My voice is even more unrecognizable, guttural, and fierce.

“Yes,” she barely manages to gasp as I intensify my assault. “Take me, Alpha!”

My hands come up and grip her breasts tight, fingers pinching her nipples and drawing yet more slick from her pussy that gushes down on me. The feel of it spurs me on, my speed increasing to a level I never imagined possible. With each thrust, her entire body bounces almost off of my dick as I fuck her mercilessly from below.

When her pussy clenches me like a vice, I know she’s nearly reached her breaking point.

I stop.

I pull her hips to mine by her ass, my cock seated fully inside her, and don’t move. We’re both gasping for air when she turns wide eyes on me, a whine rising from her chest.

My head tilts on the mattress as I tsk her and shake my head, chest heaving from exertion. “Do not move, Omega,” I command through gritted teeth. “Don’t you dare come.”