Page 6 of Not an Assistant (Tales of the Dreggageggon #4)

Mine

A cheron

She’s driving me insane.

Every hour she spends in this office is an hour I fight the urge to tear the walls down just to get to her. She moves like prey. Her scent is liquid fire—ripe, slick, utterly unclaimed—and every second I don’t mark her feels like a goddamn war inside my chest.

And yet, I wait. My dragon is enraged but I won’t take what we both want until she gives in. She needs to choose us, or it will always be a thing between us.

I give her tasks. Small things at first, menial, but always close to me. Always within reach. I watch how she reacts to pressure. To my proximity. To the way my voice drops when I speak her name. Every time her thighs press together, every flinch, every tremble, only fuels the beast inside me.

I send her to the twenty-seventh floor to deliver a sealed contract.

There’s no reason it needs to be hand-delivered, but I want to see what happens when someone else gets close to her.

When another male breathes the same air.

Will she react to another male they way she reacts to me? I need to know.

I watch on the security feed as the finance director, an unmated Alpha, leans a little too close.

Smiles a little too wide as she leans away from him, trying to get away from him before he can touch her, but he does touch her hand, and my vision goes red.

My dragon surges forward pushing at my control.

Mine.

He roars the word in the recesses of my mind, and I howl in pain. He has never been this loud before and it feels like he is going to rip me apart from the inside out.

I don’t remember standing. Don’t remember getting in the elevator. All I know is by the time I make it to the twenty-seventh floor, the director is already backing away from her, sensing the fury pouring off me like a storm.

Zahara blinks up at me, startled. Her hands are shaking.

“Sir?” she squeaks out.

I don’t say a word. Instead, I take her by the wrist and pull her into the elevator. She doesn’t resist me and that serves to calm my dragon at least a fraction.

I slam the button for the penthouse suite and hold her against the mirrored wall. The moment the doors slide shut, the scent of her hits me full force. Slick. Heat. Omega submission. She’s so close to breaking, I can taste it.

She looks up at me with wide, shining eyes. “You said you’d wait.”

“I did.” I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “And I tried, but I can’t fight this anymore. It’s pulling me apart and my dragon is losing his fucking mind.”

I don’t give her time to protest. My mouth crashes into hers with a snarl, my hands gripping her hips as her body melts against mine. She moans, gods, the sound of it, and her nails dig into my suit jacket.

I drag her into the suite the second the doors open. My mouth never leaves hers. I shove her against the wall, grinding my erection into her core, feeling the heat that’s been torturing me for days.

“Tell me to stop,” I growl.

“Please don’t.”

Her hands tangle in my hair and her mouth opens for me. Her thighs part on instinct and wrap around my waist as I lift her effortlessly and carry her to the bedroom. I lay her down on silk sheets and strip her slowly, worshipping every inch of her as she writhes and begs beneath me.

I kiss every inch of her skin I expose, from her ankles to her dusty pink nipples.

She mewls as I wrap my lips around a turgid peak and suck, spearing her hands into my hair and pulling me closer.

My cock leaks pre-cum into my pants, begging for release, but I need to wait.

Savor this moment because I want to remember this for the rest of my life.

Fully clothed, I push her thighs apart as I kiss down her abdomen until I reach the junction between her thighs and inhale deeply. Her scent is thick in the air, her thighs wet with her slick as her body prepares to take me, to take my knot.

A low growl builds in my chest as I run my fingers through the soppy mess of her juicy cunt.

“Acheron,” she moans, her back arching off the bed.

My dragon growls in the recesses of my mind. “You are so beautiful, my omega,” I say, the praise slipping from my lips like it’s second nature. “Your pussy is dripping for me. For my Alpha cock.”

“Acheron...” I can hear the nerves in her voice, and I stare up the length of her body.

“Yes, my omega?”

“I need to tell you...” her words fall away, and she blushes brightly. “There’s something...”

“I can smell it,” I reply, licking her from her entrance to the distended little nub of her clit. “I could smell this virgin cunt even when you weren’t in the damn building.”

She gasps loudly, both her hands covering her face. “Oh my God.”

I can smell her embarrassment, and I chuckle. “Don’t worry, my omega. I find it extremely erotic. Thinking that I will be the first, the only, Alpha to feel you around my cock. It damn near makes me delirious.”

I lower my mouth on top of her pussy and dive in, licking and sucking at her most sensitive flesh. I thrust a single finger into her wetness, and she explodes. Her slick pours from her and I swallow down every drop.

Leaning back, I stare at her limp, heaving form. Her eyes are closed as she hums in satisfaction. I tear my clothes from my body sending buttons scattering everywhere before I lower my body over hers once more.

“Zaraha, look at me.” Her green gaze collides with mine and for a moment I am lost, before I regain my senses and remember what I need to do. “Keep your eyes on me. This may hurt.”

I slam into her in a single fluid motion. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, but she doesn’t scream, and she doesn’t cry. I don’t move, savoring the feel of her tight pussy all but strangling my cock in its grip.

When she tilts her hips after a moment, I slip even deeper, and a growl so loud it rattles the windows falls from my lips. Her body takes me like it was made for me. Perfect fit. Tight. Wet. Clenching like she never wants to let go.

I fuck her like an animal unleashed, rutting her like a damn beast with my dragon shimmering just beneath the surface of my skin. I claim her with teeth and tongue and cock. I bite her neck, mark her shoulder, and brand her as mine so deep she’ll feel it for the rest of her life.

She screams my name when she comes. And I know, even before the knot swells inside her, that this is the beginning of the end.

We’re both drenched in sweat and barely able to breathe, lying tangled in each other’s limbs and the sheets. I run my fingers along the mark on her throat.

“You’re not staying in that shithole apartment again.”

She blinks up at me, still dazed. “What are you talking about?”

“You live somewhere unsafe. It’s too small and too far from me. There is no security, and I can’t keep you safe there.”

She frowns. “It’s all I can afford.”

“Not anymore.”

She stiffens. “I’m not a kept woman.”

“No,” I murmur, pulling her closer. “You’re my mate. And I’ll kill anyone who threatens what’s mine.”

She goes still in my arms. Then she whispers, “You don’t even know me.”

I brush her hair back. “I know enough. I know what you taste like. How your body fits mine. How your scent drives me insane. That’s more truth than a thousand conversations.”

It’s the same line I used in my office, but it isn’t any less true than it was back then. She’s quiet as she works through what we’ve said and done this afternoon.

“You can fight me,” I whisper, “but I’ll still take care of you. Whether you’re under my roof or not. You’re not alone anymore.”

Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears. But she nods and stays with me, in bed. And I know I’ve won ... for now.