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His fingers unpeeled from my throat. “Baby, I don’t have it in me to deny you anything. I’m yours, Em.”

This powerful male was mine. But only for now , I reminded myself.

I sank to my knees, heedless of the hard tile floor.

“Fuck!” he muttered gruffly.

I met his eyes as I took his big cock in my hand and lowered the tip to my waiting mouth, where I lapped up the sticky pre-cum.

His growl was low and steeped with pleasure. I licked and sucked the head as the water sluiced over me.

He slammed his hand against the wall as I sucked him deeper, cheeks hollowing, and his eyes turned hooded as I worshiped him. “Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last ten fucking seconds.”

I opened my mouth wider, forcing my jaw to relax, and sucked as much of his length as I could into my mouth.

He was shockingly big, and I gagged a little, but I was also determined.

He’d imprinted himself on me so heavily, driven my body to the heights of pleasure, and taken his pleasure from me.

I wanted to do this for once. I needed him to remember me when I was on the other side of that high, chain-link fence.

I took him into me deeply, my head bobbing and hands working up and down his length, and I never once looked away.

The muscles of his throat were drawn tight, with more corded lines down his chest and abs.

His legs trembled faintly with the strain.

I sensed his need to touch and take control.

He was an alpha—it was hard-wired in his nature.

But he gave me this.

Cupping the heavy sacs of his balls, I rolled them gently in my hand as I lapped up the spicy pre-cum leaking from the tip. He tasted unique, and I craved more of him, gripped by a savage urge to score my nails in his thighs, to sink my teeth into his throat, to mark him as mine.

But I couldn’t, and I didn’t.

So I sucked, swirling my tongue around the head, fingers gliding up and down his thick length.

“I’m going to fucking come.”

I sucked harder, determined to have my prize, rewarded by the first thick, shocking jet of cum. I coughed, sucked, and coughed again.

“You want this baby, don’t you? Want my cum in your belly?”

My eyes pleaded with him, showing him with my actions how much I did.

“Fuck! Ah, fuck!” His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me to him, forcing me to take the next heavy jet of cum deep. I swallowed, with no thought to struggle. His hips jerked, and his cock hit the back of my throat just as another heavy gush shot down my throat.

He popped out of my mouth, fisted his length, and jacked it in his big hand, jerking roughly, sending heavy splats of cum over my chin, throat, and chest before he pushed into my mouth again.

I sucked.

He was still coming.

I might never get used to the way an alpha could come over and over.

“Good girl,” he said, voice hoarse. “Clean me all up.”

I did, licking and lapping, sucking him, playing with the thick ridge that had inflamed near the base, and being rewarded by more of his cum.

His legs trembled harder, but I didn’t let that deter me. My jaw ached and my knees hurt, but I didn’t even care. I was making memories that I would hold on to in the lonely days to come.

His fist tightened on my hair, and he dragged me from my prize long before I was done.

“Baby, you just blew my damn mind.” He pulled me up, hauling my smaller body against his as his mouth took mine.

The kiss was hungry, ravenous even. He was still hard as he turned, lifted me, and pinned me against the shower wall.

The water had turned cold, and I shivered as he lowered my body until the tip of his cock snagged my sore pussy.

His lips popped off mine. I looked up into the stormy eyes of this powerful, towering male.

“Do it,” I said. “Fill me. I want you to. I want to feel where you’ve been and ache.”

He lowered me, letting gravity impale me on his thick length. I groaned, sore from prior attention, but it was so, so good.

I knew when I left this room, the spell would be broken, and I needed to store all this up, to brand every touch and sensation on my memory so it could last the rest of my life.

He pulled out, only to slam all the way in…but not fully, because his knot remained outside. To take his knot, I would need to accept several inches more.

We didn’t fit. We weren’t compatible, and there was simply nowhere else for him to go. The pain, when he drove too deep, was both agonizing and enticing. I willed myself to accept him, but it didn’t help.

He began to piston in and out, deep, rough strokes that made me quiver. I tried to stave off my climax, but like my mere desire to make this last was the catalyst, I came again, splintering, squeezing around his hard length, mumbling nonsense.

He growled, took a tighter grip, and slammed me on and off him.

It was wild.

It was savage.

And I couldn’t get enough.

“I’m going to ruin this fucking pussy,” he said. “Ruin it for everyone but me.”

“God, yes.” I would beg him for anything, so long as he was inside me. I didn’t care.

I clung to him as best I as could, shaken about like a rag doll in his arms. A sound emanated from his chest, one he’d only made a few times, like a growl mixed with a purr. It triggered a sharp clench deep inside.

A mask fell over his face. I didn’t recognize Ryder anymore. This was an alpha—powerful and determined.

The word rutting sprang to my mind. That was what alphas called it when they took an omega. He plowed me over and over again, crushing my smaller body against the cold, wet, tile wall, forcing me to acknowledge in the most basic of ways that he was not merely a man, but an alpha.

I splintered yet again, coming around him, and this time, he roared and stilled. The adrenaline rush was followed by a hot flood as he filled me with his seed.

“Mine,” he rumbled. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

The little warning voice in the back of my head told me these were just words said in the heat of passion.

His hand closed over my throat, tightening, bringing a surge of panic that went straight to my sore pussy, making it fist his cock so hard, it stirred a whimper from my lips.

I gazed up into the eyes of the huge, feral alpha.

“I’m yours.” This time, I put my heart and soul into those words, pouring in all my hidden wants and needs and filling them with everything I desired.

“Better,” he said, eyes turning hooded as he eased the pressure on my throat and lowered his lips to mine.

The kiss was gentle, like a balm over the savagery that had just passed.

I wanted so badly to cling to the words, even as I clung to him. Although I knew in my heart I was his, life and circumstance were about to rip us apart.

* * *

Ryder

I didn’t know what the fuck was happening between us.

I was convinced Emma should have tipped over by now if she was going to.

Panic clawed at me. I wanted her to be a fucking omega so badly, but if she was going to reveal, it would have happened by now.

She couldn’t take all of me. She couldn’t take my fucking knot.

Every time I drove a little too deep, pain clouded her face and I fucking hated myself.

Yet I couldn’t temper it.

Turning the cold shower off, I eased out of her hot cunt. I hated the way she winced, hated that it reminded me I’d been like an animal with her.

I lowered her feet to the shower floor. When I brought her in here, she hadn’t been too steady on her feet. She was worse now. My beast wanted her and was determined she could take us, even though she clearly couldn’t.

I felt like I was being ripped in fucking two.

Her screams should be of pleasure, not because I’d womb fucked her, but my beast didn’t care about her status or the nuances of her caste. Putting a mark on her and claiming her was his one and only aim.

I’d already marked her. Welts littered her body, where I had sucked against her delicate flesh and nipped her with my teeth, and her poor beat pussy was well claimed after I just hammered her into the shower wall.

Something was fucking wrong with me, because I wanted to fuck her all over again and keep doing it until she said she was mine and meant it.

Even as I berated myself, my beast fucking preened, thinking about how she’d feel where I’d fucked her for days.

Sitting on the side of the bed, I stood her in front of me and carefully dried her off. She let me, all the while looking small and lost.

I should be fucking shot.

Afterward, I helped her into some clothes I’d had picked up for her…not that she’d spent a second in them since I first brought her to my room.

She sat on the side of the bed, unmoving, while I wiped the last of the dampness from my body and dressed.

Something was happening, but I had no clue what. I needed to stop thinking about her as an omega, because it was all terribly clear that really, she was not.

Now, I had to decide what that meant, because I knew I couldn’t let her out of my life.

Personal desires aside, this wasn’t a place for a beta, especially not a sweet, bratty one.

Emma deserved nice things and to feel safe.

We could keep her safe , my beast whispered, but it wasn’t the same kind of safety.

Her sister was an omega and there were no other options for her now, which made her situation completely different.

Emma had friends out there and a life she’d told me all about.

She’d just finished college and was trained in design, ready to step out into the world.

She would graduate in a few days and mentioned a job offer was waiting for her reply.

I couldn’t go there, and while she could visit me here, it wasn’t the same.

We were like two planets circling, passing briefly and drifting away again.

I was dressed, but I stood there, drinking her in, taking a moment before I took her hand in mine.

She was so fucking tiny and precious, and for the first time, all the sass had left her. “Are you ready to go see your sister, baby?” She smiled, but it was weak, and a sick feeling settled in my gut. I tipped her chin. “Was I too rough?”

Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head vigorously. “No, never.”

I thought I might have been, but for reasons that eluded me, she wasn’t prepared to admit it.

“I can be gentle,” I said. “I’ll learn to be fucking gentle.”

She shook her head again. “Please don’t ever try to be something that you’re not. I loved everything about what happened between us, and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Her words hit me right in the gut…and in the chest. They were earnest and held sincerity. I also sensed that something was underlying them, but now wasn’t the time.

My cell began to beep where it rested on the nightstand. I snatched it up, hit accept, and lifted it to my ear. “Yeah, we’re leaving now.”

I tucked it into my back pocket. “Come on, Em. Your sister’s waiting for you.”