Page 11 of Jace

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 façade 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.

Chapter Four

Jace

The omega lay there, panting and writhing on the bed now as her awakening frenzy slammed into her hard, and I was there for it. Those tight little beads of nipples, her cunt glistening with slick… She was caught in the midst of a change that would transform her life, and I’d be the one to finalise those changes. As I moved closer, wanting and needing her so fucking much, my teeth began to grind with the effort of holding myself back, because I was an alpha with fucking hang ups and I’d never been with an omega before.

I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. I should get someone else, someone more experienced, to tend to her for her first time.

But it was too late now. I was close enough to taste.

Mine! he roared.

Shut the fuck up, I snapped back, feeling my fangs ache with the need to bite her, claim her. I can’t do this with you riding me.

A growl rumbled in my chest at the thought of any other male touching Sloane. They’d need to tranquillise my arse to get me to leave this fucking room. She needed tending to, even if it wasn’t yet for heat, but I could get through this. I could give her what her body craved, and after, I would not turn into a raging maniac. If I didn’t bite her, if she didn’t go into heat, we could get up and go our separate ways afterwards.

My hands shook as they skimmed down the side of her body. When had my hands ever shaken like this? I couldn’t fucking remember. Her scent was crawling under my skin, driving my mind deeper into the dark, edgy underworld, where animal instinct ruled.

My lips followed the path of my hand, closing over the stiff peak of her nipple and sucking hard. Her back arched into it, little mewling sounds pouring from her lips as her fingers clenched my hair. Her responsiveness lit an echo of her fire in me. I flicked my tongue back and forth over the nipple, a low purr of satisfaction rumbling in my chest.

Primal needs tore through me, each seeking precedence.

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