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DAVID’S OFFICE

Mitchum

“Mr. Survelle.” Tia rises from her desk, quick to greet me. “I don’t have you down to see Mr. Gall today.” Her smile grows tight as she says, “Is he expecting you?” She hates it when I pop in, but David is the fucking CEO. He can take a few hours out of his day for me without his secretary copping an attitude.

“I don’t have an appointment,” I say, not bothering to explain myself. I’m an Alpha and if I want to see my boyfriend, I will. “Is David free?”

Tia takes my jacket and bag. I hold the thick manila envelope a little tighter, making it clear that I don’t want her to take it. “I’ll have to check,” she says, and I instantly know he is, otherwise, she would have given me some excuse and asked me to wait in the parlor.

“Let him know that I have a little surprise.” I hold up the envelope.

“Of course.” Tia’s smile stays firmly in place as she hangs my jacket on the hook next to David’s office door. Her tight lilac dress hugs her trim waist and narrow hips. I do love the way she dresses, so fresh and young.

I turn, admiring the vast room. I take in the sleek light fixtures overhead and the modern art hanging from each wall. Clean lines and vibrant colors cover the canvases. It makes the space look more like an exhibit than the top floor of a corporate skyrise.

“Mr. Gall will see you now.” Tia gives me another tight smile as I pass.

“What are you doing here?” David stands to greet me as I step into his office. He rounds his desk, his arms out to hug me. “Are you worried I won’t get off work in time?” His dark eyes sparkle.

“I know how much you’ve been looking forward to Game Night.” I press my mouth to him, loving how his beard tickles my nose. The sides fade from blond to the same salt and pepper covering his temples. He’s so fucking sexy.

“What can I do for you, my love?” He tucks a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear. I’ve been thinking about cutting it short, but David says he prefers it long. He likes that it makes me look younger than I am. After all, I was in my twenties when we met, but after three years, people aren’t nearly as shocked to see a forty-five-year-old Alpha with a thirty-year-old. It’s not as taboo. Not as thrilling.

But we’ve found something new to inject some excitement into our sex life.

“I got you something,” I say, “and I was too excited to wait.”

David leans in, his sexy smile shifting, growing more mischievous. “Is it for tonight?” His voice is a deep rumble, pushing straight to my aching cock. My goodness, this man can so easily undo me.

“Actually, it is.” I move to the lush green couch next to the massive window. It overlooks the city, showing countless buildings and tiny people milling about along the streets. “Come here.” I sit down, patting the spot next to me.

“What are you up to?” David’s voice lifts, almost playful.

“Game Night is in,” I check the app on my phone, “four hours.” I set the envelope on my lap, giving my Alpha a heated look.

“You are killing me,” he chuckles. “Spill. What do you have planned?”

I give him a flirty smirk, loving how easily I can command all of his attention. “We can both agree that last year’s Game Night was unbelievable. Right?”

A deep rumble pushes from my Alpha’s chest. “Yes.” He leans in, his sweet breath fanning across my face. His spicy aroma makes my heart race. I love it.

“I know you didn’t like being forced to find the omega on our own. It was…” I scrunch up my face, trying to find the right word. “Frustrating,” I settle on that word, and David nods.

We both thought the hunt would be exciting, but my sexy Alpha found it more anxiety-inducing than anything else. He was enraged, pissed that we only got a little over an hour with our prey once we nabbed him. I, personally, loved all of it, but I also like the idea of having a full fourteen hours with our next victim. The things we could accomplish in that time.

“This year,” I place my hand on David’s knee before handing him the envelope, “I’ve decided to go with a service.”

“A service?” He glances down at the thick packet of paperwork.

“Yes.” I tap it, urging him to open it. “In four hour’s time, we will be served a lush, ripe, untouched omega.”

“Really?” David’s eyes light up, and his hands tremble as he rips open the envelope. His eyes fly over the company’s letterhead before reading over the terms of our agreement. He skips over the bill—money isn’t an issue for us. “Mitchum,” he gasps as he comes across the one-sheet for our omega.

Breanna Clark.

She’s young, only twenty-two, with long dark hair and hazel eyes. There’s no picture, but the description of her body type is pretty thorough.

“Oh, Alpha,” David rumbles as he stares at the last line: CERTIFIED VIRGIN

Lust flashes in his warm brown eyes, then he winces hard. The chip in his head steals away his joy. I'm enraged for him. But I quickly calm myself, not wanting to be zapped as well.

“I wanted to make sure we didn’t run out of time this year.” I squeeze the back of his neck. “I want to see all the wonderful things you can do when time isn’t an issue.”

Memories of last year’s Game Night flit through my mind. Slick and sweat-tinged with a hint of virgin blood. He was a really good omega. It wasn’t our intention to kill him, but he was so fresh and clean, tasting like pure innocence. By the time we realized he was dead, it was too late.

But the memory has injected something wonderful into our relationship. Our sex has been hotter, more carnal, ever since.

David is a savage when he takes me, biting my neck and back as that fucking chip does its damndest to steal away all our joy. But in four hours, we’ll both get to indulge in all those wonderful sensations once again.

Hard, violent, delicious sensations.

A quick jolt erupts in my temple, shooting down my spine. It steals my ability to think, and I blink repeatedly. My face warms as that fucking chip recalibrates my brain, forcing me to be calm.

I hate it.

“Getting a little excited, too?” David chuckles, slipping his hand across my thigh, to my straining cock.

“You have no idea,” I moan as he squeezes me through my pants.

“Oh, I do.” He squeezes me again. “I’ve been sitting here with a raging hard-on all fucking day thinking about the way that sweet omega begged and panted.”

“It was hell not biting him. Wasn’t it?”

David laughs, pressing his forehead to mine. “It really was.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to get too worked up again. “You know…” I slip my hand down his chest. “I was thinking. Maybe we could bite this one. Knot her, mark her, fully stretch her out.”

“What?” David jerks, sitting away from me. “You want to mate her? Do you want to be saddled with the kind of omega that would sell their body for money? Do you not want us?—”

“No,” I quickly cut in. “I’m not talking about keeping her. Just enjoy her, and then,” I shrug, giving my Alpha a heated look. “We can get rid of her…just like last year.” I wink.

A slow-spreading smile fills David’s face, making his eyes sparkle and his breath hitch. “Oh, you dirty, dirty Alpha.” A sexy rumble leaves his chest. “Are you going to strangle this one too?”

My eyes float closed as I think about the way the light went out of that omega’s eyes and his body went limp. I expected to feel bad about it once Game Night was over, but the only thing I regret is not using his corpse a bit more.

“It was fun to play with him once he was dead, wasn’t it?” I skate my tongue over my bottom lip, loving the way David’s eyes follow the movement.

“It was fun watching you shove that fat cock in his slack mouth.” Then he flinches again, groaning as he’s zapped again. “Shit,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “I’m assuming there’s a fee for damaging the omega?” He grits out, clearly trying to refocus his mind.

“There is a pretty hefty fine.” I snort at the absurdity of the amount as I take the contract from him. I flip to the clause on death, finding the bottom line. I’m nervous as I hold it out. David can afford it, but it’s still a lot. He might not want to spend that kind of money on one night.

“Wow.” David’s brows shoot up, then he laughs. “That’s a bit excessive.”

I nod, rolling my eyes. “It’s clear the company doesn't want the omegas damaged too much, but what can they expect? We Alphas are savage beasts, spending our whole lives controlled and restrained. This is our one chance to let loose.”

David quickly agrees, kissing me on the cheek. “I guess we can consider this an early anniversary present.” And my heart soars.

I knew he’d give me what I wanted.