Page 39 of Bullied Forced Omega
She is my Luna, and she is ready to breed.
The cottage door closes, and Mira walks into the living room. In two long strides, I’m following her. I grab her arm, not meaning to be so rough as I pull her toward me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I snarl. “Why keep your heat cycle a secret and go through that pain? Why do that to yourself?”
Mira’s brows furrow, and she struggles to look at me. Her breathing is heavy. “I…I don’t have an answer, ok,” she blurts out, struggling again with the same painful need I saw in her earlier.
“A Luna should never hide something like this from her Alpha,” I growl angrily, riled up by her scent.
I release her and force myself to take a step back.
Mira finally lifts her eyes and looks at me, holding my gaze with worry glistening in those light golden pools.
“What are you going to do?” she whispers, clearly noticing that my body is rigid and responding to her scent. She watches me struggle and pace until I can’t take it anymore.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I growl, my voice low, sounding more dangerous than it should.
She bites her lower lip, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
“I can ease the pain you’re in, Mira. It’s the only way to stop it and give you some relief. Besides, I need to claim you fully to finalize our marriage,” I say, desperate not to force myself on her. She already knows everything I’m telling her. I can see it in her eyes. The struggle, the desperation she feels, too. But she also looks upset about it. She pulls her mouth tight and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes to consider her options.
How is she still reluctant?
“Ok,” she whispers, finally.
A moment of sheer relief rushes through me like a wave. Jux wasn’t going to wait much longer. I couldn’t wait much longer.
I take a step forward, wanting to explore every inch of her, to taste her and feel her. But she holds up her hand and pulls her mouth into a stern line.
“Can we make this as quick as possible? Just do whatever you need to do and get it over with. You can… You can tell me how you want me to stand or something, and then… if we can make it quick. This is strictly for…for relief and…”
Pressing my lips together, I do my best to hide my grin. So business-like, so professional. It’s like she’s dictating the terms of a contract instead of speaking of deep, intense pleasure. Being with me is going to be better than anything she’s ever experienced in the past. Not only am I her fated mate, but she’s also in heat.
Nothing trumps that.
I don’t even know what to expect being with my fated mate, but I am fully aware of the rumors.And I’m fully aware that Jux is about to tear me apart from the inside.
“Mira,” I sigh, stepping closer to her. She tenses as I reach for her. “Stop thinking so much,” I suggest, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her closer to me to kiss her, hoping that this will break the awkwardness and help her ease into it.
The moment our lips touch, a nuclear explosion goes off inside me. Every nerve ending in my body ignites, and Jux goes borderline feral.
I push my tongue into her mouth, unable to believe how good she tastes. Mira nips at my nip, and I growl ferociously, warning her not to push me in ways she isn’t ready to handle.
But it’s too late. Her eyes are glowing gold as Mika pushes her way to the front. Mira hasn’t shifted, but she isn’t alone. Her wolf is eager and right there with her.
In response, I release Jux and give him a portion of control.
Mira gasps at the sight of my wolf in my eyes, and suddenly becomes frantic. She grabs my shirt and hurriedly tugs it over my head, running her nails against my bare skin.
I shove her backward onto the sofa and leap onto her, grabbing her t-shirt. I rip the thin fabric from her breasts and groan in pain at the sight of her perfect, hard nipples pressing against the sheer lace of her bra.
Tugging her bra aside, I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking at it until she moans and rocks her hips up against me. I push my hand down her body, kneading at her skin, her softness, wanting to rip her apart and taste every piece of her.
Her scent is literally making me insane.
I sit up, kneeling between her legs, and tug her jeans open. I lift her up and pull them from her body as she kicks at them to help wiggle free.
Cupping my hand over her panties, I can feel how soaked the fabric is between her legs.
