Page 8 of Jace

Breeding… How the fuck had my mind digressed to that? That was not on the program. She needed gentling and careful handling. She needed assistance adjusting to her life now, because everything had changed. Her body was in turmoil, sensations, scents, needs, all mixed up into a potent cocktail no drug or alcohol could emulate.

The betas tried to fake that too. There was illegal shit you could take that made their pussy cream and their head a little woozy, like that was all there was to it.

It didn’t interest me.

The little omega sending coy glances my way did.

A beta server approached with a thick, plush comforter in her hands. I took it from her.

Sloane’s nose twitched as it was handed over, her small hand sliding up my chest and a glare shot at the waitress to let the other woman know I was off limits. Instincts she didn’t even understand were kicking in. Damn, it was cute.

“What’s this?” Confusion entered her pretty face as I tucked the comforter around her. Her hand went to it tentatively, giving a little squeeze and test before her sigh said it was to her satisfaction. Fingers stroking the soft pile of the blanket, she was caught up in the sensory banquet of the fabric like any omega would be.

I’d always thought my beast driven into rut, that sexual urge so fucking intense, it felt like your balls were boiling, would make me fall. That one day, he’d just fucking snap, collect up the closest omega, and drive himself into her over and over until all that repressed need was exhausted. I hadn’t been prepared for this.

I swear my chest swelled with joy at seeing that I had pleased her. I knew it was just pheromones, instincts, and chemical bullshit that both of us were pumping out, but fuck if that mattered because she did. I watched her spine loosen, her body softening as she tucked herself in tighter against me, and I knew I was in deep fucking shit.

However the hell this came to be, right now, I knew without a doubt that Sloane was mine.

I heard his laugh inside my head, low and dirty, but it didn’t matter. Seeing her curled up against me, so sweet, completely surrendering, that was what it took.

It was her needs that punched into my gut. She needed tending to, and there was no fucking way I could hand her over to anyone else. I’d go on a fucking rampage. I had to accept what was happening to me and that I wouldn’t willingly let her go. I could do this. I could be there for her. I could help her through her change and give her what she craved.

If she chose me. I needed her to choose me, because if she didn’t, someone would need to knock me the fuck out before I could let her go. In my mind, I was already forming a plan if she said no.

“Eyes on me, baby,” I said, cupping her chin, and drew her to face me.

As our eyes met, she twitched, hand going to the comforter over her tummy.

“You feeling needy, omega?” I asked. “You want me to take care of you?”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“I think you do. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

Her small hand tightening into a fist on my T-shirt shredded the last of my control. I growled low but quickly shifted it to a purr, feeling like a fucking king when she softened in response. My hand slid around her throat, resting against the delicate column and feeling the pulse leap under my fingertips. Her pupils seemed to explode so wide, the last of the pretty blue disappeared. Another twitch, another whimper, and her eyes lowered to my lips.

“Please, Jace,” she said.

“Fuck,” I muttered before lowering my lips to hers.

She whimpered into my mouth before her tongue came out to play, tentatively at first, then becoming emboldened as it tangled with mine.

That fast, I was drowning. My purr dropped to a growl again, but I didn’t care that it would be driving her pussy to weep slick, nor did I worry about the potent effect it would have on her rampant, newly awakened emotions. Slanting my mouth over hers, I deepened the kiss, hand slipping under the comforter to cup the gentle swell of her tit. Even through the material, her nipple was hard as stone. I swallowed up her mumbled nonsense as I stroked it with my thumb, feeling it grow fat and engorged, begging for my lips. Pinching it between finger and thumb through the material, I squeezed hard.

It was like a shot of electricity went through her. Wrenching my mouth away, I cupped the back of her head, pressing her nose against my chest as I tugged roughly on her sensitive nipple. “Breathe deep, omega,” I rumbled against her temple. “That’s it, baby. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. Going to work my fat cock in just how you need it and fill you all up. Then once you’re taking that like my good girl, I’m going to work my knot in as well.”

Fuck, I’d never given anyone my knot before, but now… My heart smashed in my chest, the beast inside clawing at me. He was coming out, and the only thing I could control was how soon. Mark, breed, claim.

Nails scored my throat, and she shifted, trying to climb me. Her other hand was at my belt buckle, tugging on it with an impatient sob. I gave her a little shake and a growl, and her attention was once more on my face.

I thought about letting her lead this. She was so deep down the hole already, I could spread her out on the low table and rut her and she wouldn’t give a fuck. I was right there with her, but there were other alphas here, and her scent was enough to send even the most stoic alpha bastard right over the edge.

“Tell me to take care of you,” I said. “Tell me to rut you, and I will give you everything you need.”

“Please,” she said without the slightest hesitation. “I need you, Jace.”

My reservations imploded. My omega, she needed me.

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