Page 5 of Give Me You
Liam guides me to turn around, his fingers hooking into the loops of my pants, and tugging them down. The fabric slides over my hips, catching briefly on the curve of my ass before pooling at my ankles. Liam lets out a low whistle, his voice rough with appreciation. “Damn, pretty boy, you always fill out your panties so beautifully.”
I almost forgot that I still slip on the lace from time to time, loving the way it feels against my skin while my body ischanging. If my brother or the investors ever found out, I’d be done for.
My breath catches in my throat, a sharp gasp escaping as his hand connects with my ass in a quick, playful smack. The sting sends a jolt through me, my cock twitching as slick coats my panties and the inside of my thighs.
I fist my hands on the table, knuckles whitening as I grip the edge to steady myself. I hate how much I crave these moments, the way his praise makes my chest tighten with something dangerously close to affection. It’s a betrayal of everything I’ve built, everything I want for myself. I’m an Omega, yes, but I’m also Emilio Ardyn, owner of Aurum Pulse, and I’ve fought too hard to let biology dictate my life. Yet here I am, trembling under his gaze, my resolve crumbling with every word he murmurs.
Those elegantly long fingers knead the flesh of my ass with a gentleness that contrasts with the earlier smack. His fingers slip under the thin strap of my thong, peeling it down my thighs until it joins my pants on the floor. The cool air hits my bare skin, and I bite my lip to suppress a shiver.
Liam’s grip shifts to my hip and I stutter out a half-formed protest, my voice catching in my throat. He releases me almost immediately, his hands sliding lower to rest on my thighs instead. It’s a small adjustment, but I know why I reacted. Any higher, and his fingers might brush the slight swell of my belly, the secret I’m not ready to share.
The sound of his zipper cuts through the silence, my pulse racing faster, anticipation mixing with dread as I hear the rustle of fabric behind me. Then, the blunt head of his cock presses against my ass, slick easing the way as he pushes in slowly. The stretch is familiar and achingly perfect, my body yielding to him without resistance. Liam lets out a low, pleased groan as he bottoms out. “You feel just as tight as you did before, pretty boy. God, you’re perfect.”
I grit my teeth, fighting the instinct to beg for more. My nails dig into the table, the wood creaking under my grip as I force myself to stay silent. This is just sex. A physical need, a distraction from the mess of my life.
It’s not supposed to mean anything. I clench my jaw tighter, determined to keep this purely physical, to keep him at arm’s length even as he’s buried inside me.
The Alpha keeps his pace torturously slow, each thrust dragging against my inner walls. My cock strains for release, my thighs trembling as I try to keep myself from pushing back against him. But, fuck, I need more.
“Harder,” I snap at him. I want it rough, something to drown out the thoughts spiraling in my head.
Liam leans over my back, his chest warm against my spine as his lips brush my ear. “I don’t think I want to, Mili,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “I think this pace is perfect, and you’re going to come just like this with my fat cock stuffed in your sloppy hole, aren’t you?”
The words pull a whimper from me, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but I can’t stop the sound or the way my body arches into him, chasing the pleasure he’s coaxing from me. Liam’s hands tighten on my thighs, holding me steady as he continues his slow, relentless rhythm.
His knot begins to swell against my ass, stretching me further, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He fucks his growing knot in and out of me, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge, but he pulls out just before it swells completely, avoiding the lock. The sensation of his hot cum spilling into me sends me over the edge, my orgasm hitting a second later, my cock pulsing as I sag against the table.
Liam’s hands linger for a moment, running up and down my thighs and over my ass before he steps back. The absence of his warmth is jarring, but the moment I hear him rummaging in thesmall cabinet, I twist around to find him with the wipes stocked in here. Were it two months ago, I would have loved the care he took to clean me up and make me right again. Now?
“I can do it,” I say quickly, wiggling my fingers to the small case. “I… thank you.”
He looks at me, his expression flickering with something like shock, maybe hurt, but he recovers quickly. “Yeah, okay,” he says, his tone softer now. “Come back out when you’re ready, yeah?”
I nod furiously, my throat tight as I watch him walk out, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence that follows is deafening, the weight of my actions settling over me like a shroud.
“Fuck. Shit.”
The feeling of Liam’s cum slipping out of me is an odd feeling but worse, I don’t like it. I don’t like that I’m no longer stuffed with him inside of me, my Omega looking for something to stuff it back in.
Tears cloud my vision as I waddle over to the cabinet, furiously searching for what I need and coming upon the shelf of toys patrons pick and choose from when they come in here. Each one is still neatly in a package, new for whoever needs a little more fun in their lives. Right now, I just need to feel full.
I grab a small, clear buttplug and rip open the package before bending over to slowly work it into my hole. Bracing myself on the cabinet, I bite back a whine as it slips in, locking his cum and my slick inside of me.
The relief is immediate, my body sagging against the cabinet as the tension in my chest eases. It’s not just that I crave an Alpha’s touch. It’s that I cravehim. Liam Stark, of all people.
He wasn’t supposed to be the one. When I decided to get pregnant, I had a plan, a carefully curated list of Alphas who fit the bill—safe, distant, uninvolved. Liam was never on thatlist. He was just a fling, a moment of weakness that turned into something more, something I can’t shake.
But he can never know. Not because he wouldn’t be a good father. I know he would be, with his quiet care and unshakable loyalty. But because I can’t let myself want him. I can’t let an Alpha define me. I can’t afford to give in, to let Liam’s warmth and his stupid pet names unravel everything I’ve built.
I wipe my eyes, forcing myself to stand straight and pull my pants back up, smoothing the loose linen over my hips. The mirror on the wall catches my reflection, and I pause, staring at myself. I look like the Omega everyone expects me to be—soft, pliant, needy. But I’m not. I’m Emilio Ardyn, and I’ve clawed my way to the top of this club, this city, despite every Alpha who’s tried to put me in my place.
Liam
Returning to the table, I plop back into my seat across from my brother, still trying to get my breathing under control. I washed up a little in the bathroom, making sure I looked presentable, but I can still feel Emilio on my skin. Even if the Omega doesn’t have a distinct scent, it's intoxicating in a way that makes it hard to think straight.
Akira grins at me, that knowing look on his face that I've seen a thousand times before. "Get your fuck in with boss man?"
"It's not like that," I say, even though I'm not sure what it is anymore.
