Page 55 of Bullied Forced Omega
This is taking a lot longer than I would’ve hoped, and honestly, I’m shocked he’s still here. I’ve been going through lines and lines of code for so long that my head feels fuzzy.
I lift my coffee mug to take a sip and groan when it’s empty. I hate that feeling, when you think you have one last sip, but you don’t.
Behind me, Jace notices and comes to stand next to the desk. His scent is like a slap in the face. It pushes my body into some kind of overdrive, and I groan again, shifting in my seat to stop my mind from racing with images of him.
“You need real food, I think. You can’t go the whole night on coffee and cookies,” he says.
I nod, “Yes, I think so, but I’m not anywhere near done, so it’ll have to wait,” I sigh.
“I’ll go get us something. I won’t be long,” he gently runs his hand down my back. “You craving something in particular?” he asks.
You. I’m suddenly, intently craving you.
“Anything is fine,” I say hurriedly. In all seriousness, I need him to leave as soon as possible. I think it’s because I’m so tired, or I’ve been staring at this code for too long, but all my defenses are dropping, and I really, really want him.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he calls out, leaving. I let out a sigh of relief.
But just as I do, pain shoots through my body.
“Oh no,” I groan, clutching my belly. I thought the worst of my heat cycle was over, but here it is again, at the most inconvenient possible moment.
I take several deep breaths just like Jace taught me to do when I get a stitch from running. But it doesn’t help at all. This pain is different. It’s relentless and unforgiving. My body has decided what it wants, and it wants it now.
Standing up, my legs shake, and I almost collapse when a fresh wave of pain shoots through me. I fall back down into my chair and lean forward in the seat, gasping for breath and trying to push through it.
I don’t know how long I’m sitting like that for when I hear Jace behind me. He runs to me. “Mira!” he exclaims, wrapping his arms around me. “What’s wrong?” he scoops me into his arms and immediately catches my scent. His eyes widen. “Your heat cycle,” he mumbles.
“I’m in so muchpain,Jace.Please, can you take me home? I need to go home,” I beg.
“Don’t worry, little one, I’m going to help you,” he says gently, carrying me away from the desk. I sigh in relief. Home is where I need to be. Home is where he can help me ease this pain.
But to my shock, he carries me to the corner sofa instead.
“Jace,” I murmur, horrified. “I have to go home…we need to…”
He places me on the sofa and kneels in front of me.
“Spread your legs for me, Mira,” he purrs. My heart races faster as my eyes trace over his perfect jaw, shadowed with dark black stubble. His pitch black eyes were piercing into me.
My body obeys before my mind has a chance to process. I spread my legs apart, and he gently pulls my hips closer to the edge of the sofa.
He runs his hands slowly up my legs, pushing my dress up as he goes.
I groan again as the pain intensifies. “Jace,” I gasp, scrunching my nose in agony.Someone might see us.
I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but making this pain stop.
“It’s ok, Mira. I’ll take care of you,” he promises me in a whispering growl as he pushes my dress up over my hips and hooks his fingers beneath my panties. I shiver when his fingers brush over my clit.
He pulls the lace aside and lowers himself. My mind practically explodes when he wraps his mouth over my clit and slips his fingers inside me at the same time.
I gasp, almost choking as pleasure shoots through me.
He licks his long tongue over my pussy and between my pink folds. My mind slips, the pain eases, but it’s not enough.
Jace moves slowly, taking his time. He’s giving me just enough to keep the pain at bay, but he’s also teasing me. And by the sounds of it, he’s enjoying every moment of it.
He slides his fingers out of me and replaces them with his tongue. Pushing it deep into my pussy he licks inside me, pushing and pulling, fucking my pussy with his mouth.
