Page 15 of Accidentally Forever

And now I have a choice to make to ensure my Omega’s safety, her comfort, and her happiness. Fingers shaking, I brush damp strands of hair back from her face, pressing my lips to her temple, whispering, “Sof, baby, what do you want?”

She sniffles, lips trembling, breath catching as another wave crashes through her. “I—I just—” Her voice wobbles, tears clinging to her lashes as her body shudders, her small hands gripping at my chest like she’sbeggingfor something she doesn’t know how to ask for. She lets out a tiny, wrecked sob, pressing her face into my neck. “I just want it tostop.”

There’s no choice here. Not really. Inod, once, barely more than a twitch of my chin. Lance is already moving. He drops onto the lounge beside me, his movements measured, but his eyes—hiseyesare burning with something raw, something I can’t name.

I don’t stop him. Don’t pull Sofie back as he reaches for her. Don’t say a word as he lifts her into his lap like shebelongsthere, cradling her against his chest, handling her like something precious, somethinghis. Sofie whimpers, her hands immediately curling into his shirt, her body instinctively pressing into his warmth, into the relief sheknowshe can give her.

Lance exhales, a slow, steady breath, his fingers stroking down her spine, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

I swear my heart breaks just a little more as I step outside, closing the door behind me, the first of many tears falling down my cheeks.

Chapter nine

SOFIE

I can’t think of anything other than the Alpha holding me, his fierce citrus scent mixing with my melon one. His caresses are so soft, his whispered words drawing another moan from my lips but it’s not enough. I curl my fingers into his suit jacket, crying out for more. My pleas gut me, the pain curling in my gut pissing me off. This is the part I didn’t want—the need so goddamn strong that my Beta couldn’t help me.

Her scent is gone from the room, panic clawing at me but the knot I crave overrides the fear. I can’t expect her to sit and watch this, watch someone else fuck me to sate my biological impulses. A tear slips down my cheek as Lance reaches between us to undo his pants. There’s no time for formalities but I don’t think he minds.

“Sweetheart, I got you, okay?”

My head bobs up and down as the sound of his zipper hits my ears. It isn’t until he lifts me up, angling his cock at my pussy as he pulls my drenched panties to the side that I finally let out a sigh of relief. And when I slide back down, the Alpha filling me to the brim, I melt against his chest, the heat fading just a bit. Sweat licks down my back, clarity coming back in small waves. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh, we’ll talk after I give you what you need.”

I just hum my response, Lance doing all the work as he pumps up into my heat, his knot fluttering at the entrance. My instincts have me rubbing my face all along his suit, coating him in my scent. Something almost animalistic tells me that this man is mine even if I know I can’t have him. It doesn’t stop me, though.

Lance’s hands fall to my hips, fingers digging into the bare skin. Before I know it, those beautiful hands are cupping my ass, as he drives up harder and deeper into me. A broken cry leaves me as he hits the perfect spot, my voice something I don’t recognize. He presses kisses to the top of my head, this obscene scene only heightening as more slick drips from me, coating my thighs and his pants.

It makes the slide easier, although the way he’s fucking me feels possessive. I feel owned in the best of ways. It’s different from the nights we spent together, not a care in the world. This feels like something more, something I shouldn’t be reading into. So, I don’t. I just focus on getting what I need so that this embarrassing moment can end.

“Knot, please,” I ask, my voice cracking. I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around what I can reach, a strangled groan pulling from Lance. “In. Fuck, just put it in. Why are you playing with me?” Tears stream down my cheeks as I try to force myself down onto his knot.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to hurt yourself. Come for me and I’ll give you what you need.”

I let out a little frustrated growl, leaning back to curse this man withholding his knot. That stupid smile on his face doesn’t surprise me but the earnest look in his eyes overwhelms me. My body tenses and then I melt, pleasure spreading through me as I come. Another cry falls from my lips as he thrusts up into me one last time, his knot slowly expanding to lock us together. It’s almost too much, feeling like he’s about to split me in half as that muscle continues to swell inside of me.

My body goes numb with the sensation of Lance letting go, filling me with his come and that’s when I truly become undone. My lips part as ecstasy bleeds through my limbs, Lance capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. I had no idea it could feel like this. I had no idea the pleasure that could come with giving into my instincts, with having what my body needs.

It feels like forever before the high dissipates, Lance still holding me against his chest. “You alright, sweetheart?”

“Better,” I mumble, sleep trying to pull me under. “It’s not supposed to feel like this. Not supposed to be good.” The words are meant mostly for me as I lean against his chest, burying my face against his suit.

“What are you talking about, Sofie? It’s always supposed to feel good. Did I do something wrong?”

A snort comes from me at how selfless this man is. Well, not entirely. With his scent mixing with mine, it’s hard to ignore how much I crave it. Finding a scent match is terrifying because it means my body really does need more than my Beta. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” My words slur as the infamous stories of Omegas falling asleep after getting knotted flood my mind. I’m trying to have a damn conversation and my instincts are telling me to rest. “Violet. Just her. Need her. Only her.”

After today, it’s going to be impossible to convince Violet or myself of that.

Chapter ten

VIOLET

Hearing my name, I slip back into the room, freezing at the sight of Sofie passed out on Lance’s lap. She looks so perfect like that, like she was made for him. Her breathing is still uneven, catching in her throat every few exhales, but the tension that had her shaking before is slowly bleeding out of her limbs. She’s steadying, grounding herself in the warmth of him, in the safety he’s offering without hesitation.

Sofie told me that I was the one who needed an Alpha but I think we both need one—we both need that extra tether, that one person we can lean on, someone who takes our worries and gives us a place to feel safe. It can’t be Lance, though. He has a pack already.

Lance glances up at me, a weight behind his words when he speaks. “What’s your plan?”

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