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“This is still your choice, Sloane. You can tell me to stop at any time, and even though it’ll fucking kill me, I will. But I’m telling you now, if you run, that’s a big green fucking light. Get it out of your system now, because it’s my turn later.”

Choice? I could tell him no… I eyed him warily. I’d asked for this, begging him, causing him to bring me here, my body aching so badly.

“Run, little omega, and I will rut you how you need. Say no, and I’m gonna walk away.”

His words lit a bomb underneath me, muscles I didn’t know I had firing as I ran through the living area, curling around the couch, and into the warm, woody scented haven of the bedroom.

I was gasping for air, despite only having run a short distance, and slammed the door behind me, swallowed now by all the comforting gloom of the room.

Hands shaking, I felt for the lock, engaging it, and then slid down the door, hoping to jam it closed with my body weight.

A small sob escaped me then, my whole body shaking, but not from fear like I imagined a sane beta would.

Whatever part of me resisted this, what I was, what he was, it was dying a slow, horrible death because when I felt his presence outside the door, scenting him, hearing the creak of the wood as his weight pressed against it, the knife inside me cut deeper.

I ached, that was what the adrenalin had been masking, my hand sliding through my slick, my palm cupping my pubic mound at the sudden sharp stab of agony.

“I’m not gonna kick this door down,” he said, seeming to know the moment when my body went into revolt against me.

“I’m not gonna smash the lock, or any fucking lock in this place that you might think to use against me.

I could, without a fucking thought. You think you can fight this, hide from this?

Hide from me?” I heard the pain in his voice, even if I couldn’t see it.

“You can’t. I’m your alpha, baby, and you want and need me.

Do you feel it now—a pleasure so sharp, it feels like your insides are turning out? ”

I nodded, panting rapidly now as another wave came, pleasure and pain mixing so intensely, it was hard to make out which was winning, my whole face screwing up to try and bear it.

“You could decide before to let some fucking unworthy bastard between your thighs. Let him pierce you with a few unspectacular thrusts, completely ignoring your clit. Let him blow his pathetic little bolt inside you, leaving you unhappy and unsatisfied. That’s the privilege of a beta—you decide when, where, and with whom to have sex.

But that’s not you anymore, baby. You’ve only got one choice, omega, and that’s when.

How much pain are you going to put yourself through, pretending what I’m saying isn’t true? ”

As if summoned by his words, the knife twisted sharply inside me now—not pleasure, just pain.

“How much time are you going to waste sitting there on the floor, smearing your slick all over it, while your cunt throbs for what only I can give you?”

I didn’t want to let out a whine, but it forced its way out from between my teeth as I moved now, onto my hands and knees, the position soothing the ache, if only for a second. I heard the wood of the door creak as he pressed harder against it, the slight groan of the hinges.

“Open the door, omega. You don’t hurt yourself, aching for me, and you don’t fucking lock me out, away from what’s mine. Open the door.”

His voice was a heavy hand on the back of my neck, clearing all the chaos inside my head and redirecting it.

“Open the door. Choose to accept what you are while you still can. Choose to alleviate a pain that will only grow the longer you hold out. Choose me, omega.”

It was that, that slight break in all those fatalistic words, where the alpha facade cracked for a second and then there was only this—an answering need, pain, desire, a twin of my own.

One that would sweep in and take us over, make us one.

That was what I knew would happen, as my trembling hand slid up the door, what had me running earlier.

Betas made love and broke love with seeming incomprehensible ease, but us?

We were dragged together by instincts we didn’t understand and welded tight, for better or worse.

And all I could do was hope for better.

My body was racked by waves of pain as my shaking hands turned the knob, Jace coaxing me, talking me through it, praising me for being such a good omega.

Then there I was, on my knees before him, seeing those powerful thighs, those big broad hands as they made short work of his jeans, unbuttoning, unzipping, undressing until there was only him.

I surged up, feeling a certainty I’d never felt before, my hands on his thighs only for seconds before I wrapped them around him.

“Fuck yes…” he hissed as I tried to close my fingers around his thick girth and failed, pumping that rigid cock before moving closer.

That scent of his that eased my pain, drowned me in him, was the most intense here, and he chuckled, low and rough with his need, when I pressed my nose into the curls of his pubic hair, breathing him before my other instincts kicked in.

A firm hand to the back of my neck, a real one now, it helped guide my mouth where it needed to go.

Initially, I struggled, just licking up and down his length, unsure what the hell I was going to do with a frigging monster cock, but then my tongue flicked over the broad crown.

He groaned, more a growl.

The taste of him, his pre-cum, exploded in my mouth, right as another deep groan escaped him. I made a frantic little sound before fastening my lips around him, sucking hard, seeking more.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that’s it. Take what you need.” His voice turned dark, intense, but I didn’t care anymore. My hands, my mouth, my head, his hand, we worked together now, all focussed on a common goal.

One of my hands moved on instinct, cupping those massive balls, coaxing them to give me what I needed, but discovering that big swelling that no beta sported—the near legendary knot. My fingers spanned it, tightening to the almost painful sound of his groan.

“Omega, you’re destroying my fucking control,” he rumbled. “Harder…that’s it, baby. So fucking good. Soon, your tight little cunt will be snapping around it, squeezing the cum out of me. Fuck, that’s it. I’m coming.”

His hands cupped my face, not letting me pull away as the deluge came.

Rope after rope of a cum so sweet, I almost mistook it for something else, shot into my mouth.

I swallowed frantically, wanting and needing every drop, a weird kind of euphoria suffusing me as he filled my throat to my continued suckling, until finally, he pulled away with a pop.

He looked down at me like I’d hung the fucking moon or something, not blown him from my knees. Reaching down, he swiped a stray drop of cum off my chin before forcing it between my lips, groaning, eyes hooded when I sucked him clean.

“That’s my good girl. I think it’s time for your reward. You said you needed me.” His fingers squeezed over his hard dick, what we’d done having barely taken the edge off, so he was more than ready for more. “I’m a man of my word, baby. You’ll always find that to be true.”

And with that, he scooped me up, throwing me onto the bed and following me down. His body was hot, heavy, but I wrapped my arms and legs around it, needing and wanting that contact. His lips found my neck, breathing me in, nipping at the skin there, which only made me squirm harder.

“Need your taste, your slick, your cunt…” he mumbled between kisses, forcing my mouth open to take all of him. “Need you, omega.”

I didn’t have the words to reply, being too far gone at that point, but right then, every part of me agreed.