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“Did you want them to look?”
I turned to face him. “No. If they found me, I’m sure Father would force me home again, back behind his closed, locked doors. I was his. Like one more item he owned. He would not give me up.”
“He wanted to mate you.”
I winced at the memory. “He didn’t know it, though. He was delirious. And I’m the strongest of all my brothers. I could fight him off again and again if I had to. He knows that. He wanted to keep me simply because I am his. His to control. Like an object. A pet. Father controls everything around him. Even his Alpha sons. He had our lives all planned out for us.”
“You were happy, though. As a child, I mean.”
I thought about that statement for a long time. Thorne was right. I had been happy. I excelled at everything I did. I looked forward to design school. I’d even looked forward to my first Burn and experiencing the Omega farms for the first time.
That thought shamed me now that I’d woken to reality. My own condition forced that waking, and Thorne showed me a different way of looking at life than I had ever known.
Thorne had his shame and I had mine. But together we gave each other such pleasure.
“I thought I was happy. But I am happier here.” I snaked my arm around Thorne’s waist and leaned my head into his shoulder.
Thorne took my face in both palms and tilted my face up to his. He kissed me long and deep, his lips warm and pliant, moving his hands until his fingers carded through my hair.
My heart pounded and I knew I was where I was meant to be. How it happened, or why, I couldn’t know, but this was right.
We had not talked of his impending Burn since those first few days after my own. But I had plans.
Whenever Thorne went to town for supplies, I sneaked out his bag of toys. I turned on the shower and experimented with things. Lots of things. Including anal stimulation.
Though I never spoke of it, or had fantasies of bottoming before my diagnosis by Doctor Pokeme, now I dreamed of Thorne taking me. Thorne penetrating me. Thorne inside me.
I was legally an Omega, but I still didn’t have the right body chemistry to be fully Omega. I used toys on my ass, trying to stimulate it, but never made my own slick. I had to get myself hard first, then play with a vibrating dildo to open myself. I didn’t like it too much at first, but my new fantasies to please Thorne in this way spurred me on.
One day I found the prostate gland deep inside that shot my pleasure center off the charts. My cock jerked and when I slid the dildo in again to rub that spot and turned on the vibrator, I came so fast I saw stars.
With the right amount of lube and foreplay and stretching, I knew I could take Thorne. And I knew I could handle myself, too. I was still an Alpha through and through with an Alpha’s strength and constitution. I would never really be dominated by him. And I didn’t have a weak heart. I didn’t need him to be perfect in his Burns, or to control himself or his black outs, because I could control the situation. I knew I could.
There was only one thing left to do. Convince Thorne I could handle myself. That I would be strong enough to not only handle his Burns, but to take charge of them and give him everything he might need.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Thorne
Thorne heard the car before he saw it come up the dirt drive. A sleek dark blue sedan with black tinted windows and a quiet hum.
One man got out, tall and muscle-bound, thick at the shoulders and neck.
He knew it was about Kris. There would be no other reason for a stranger to come on the property.
Weeks ago he’d gotten an email from a private detective employed by Varian Vandergale. Maybe this was the same guy.
Kris sat in the living room watching a movie.
As Thorne came out of the kitchen to open the front door, he said, “Kris! Take your tablet and anything else you have lying around. That drink, too! Go in your room and lock the door. Don’t do or say anything until I come get you.”
Kris’s eyes widened, but without a word he did as he was told. Thorne saw him stand and glance about, straightening the pillows, grabbing his coffee and his tablet, and jogging from the room.
Thorne went to the door and peered out the little window at the top, watching as the man looked about, taking assessment of the property as he walked swiftly up to the porch.
Thorne moved back from the door and waited for the knock which came in seconds.
Slowly he approached. He undid the upper lock and opened it, looking through the locked screen at the strange Alpha standing before him.
