Page 53 of Broken Harmony
“Fuck,” he curses, his cock pulsing inside me again as another smaller orgasm hits me. “Omega,” he says more firmly. “I need you to relax. You’re going to hurt us both.”
I lay there and pout up at him. He lets out a strained chuckle.
“Let my knot go down, and I’ll fuck you again.” He kisses the tip of my nose.
That’s a good enough answer for me. For now, I want some more sleep.
***
Over the next few days, I’m in and out of it. Only remembering bits and pieces. I feel guilty, making Liam work so hard. The poor guy seems so drained, but all I want is more cum, more knots, more orgasms.
This is why Omegas have packs. It’s too much work for one Alpha to do on their own.
Thankfully, at some point, someone delivered some sex toys. When I have a more lucid moment, I let Liam sleep, using the toys on myself until I need more.
“Bite me,” I plead, sobbing as he fucks me ruthlessly.
His thrusts slow, chest heaving as he looks down at my pleading face.
“What?”
“Bite me. Please. Mark me, Alpha. Make me yours.” Oh, how I wish my heat-fogged mind would shut up. My mouth needs to stop moving. God. This is so damn pathetic, but every instinct in me demands it. Needs it. Craves it.
“Ally, baby, no. I can’t.” His face morphs into one of anguish.
Rejection hits me, and I start to cry.
“Shit.” He pulls out of me, wrapping me up in his arms. I bury my face into his neck, my sobs growing harder. “Ally, I want nothing more than to bite you. To make you my Omega. But not like this. I can’t, baby, I just can’t.”
I hate his words. I want him to stop talking.
Why doesn’t he want me? Why am I not good enough?
The need for sex is gone for the moment. I’m too hurt to want to be touched like that. Pulling away from him, I roll over and curl up into a ball, covering myself in my blanket, hiding myself away from the world.
“Ally, don’t be like that.”
“Go away,” I croak, sniffing as I use the blanket to wipe the tears away.
He curses, lying down next to me, but not touching me.
I know I’m going to feel so stupid tomorrow, embarrassed more than anything, really.
If I were to not remember any part of my heat, I pray it's this part.
I’ve been rejected by this Alpha one too many times. And this? Yeah, this is the lowest point of my life.
How could it have gone from this mind-blowing heat sex with the man I’ve been wanting for so long to... this?
I cry myself to sleep, Liam’s tense body right next to mine. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he murmurs. “I wish it could be different. I wish so fucking badly it wasn’t like this.”
Me too. Me fucking too.
Chapter 10
Am I watching Liam sleep like a creeper? Yes. But how can I not? The man looks like a fucking god.
Tattoos, tanned skin, and muscles for days.
