your nipples. Until I'm so damned deep inside you that you don't think you can take anymore."
Jocelyn blanched, frozen in shock—everywhere but deep in her belly, where a traitorous, languid warmth bloomed.
It felt way, way too much like desire, though it had been a long time since Jocelyn had had so much as a first date. Nearly two years since she'd had sex, which had been disappointing enough—a brief affair with the man who fixed the copier—that she didn't miss it.
She really didn't want to be attracted to the alpha. Not when she'd felt the first stirrings last night, and definitely not now. But it seemed her body didn't care what her rational mind wanted. Its only goal was to feel more of that soft buzzing sensation that lit up her nerve endings every time he spoke in that low, purring voice.
Jocelyn made a mighty effort to get ahold of herself. This alpha was talking like she was a prisoner. He'd called her his captive, for God's sake. And all because she'd made one tiny mistake and mixed up an address.
Maybe the alpha was unhinged. Maybe he was simply a bully. But if she didn't do something quickly, he had the power to hurt her in ways that would make John and the mobsters he worked for seem merciful.
"Okay, okay," Jocelyn said, thinking fast. "I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this, but since you don't care about the money, maybe you should take a look at what's underneath the cash in the bag."
The alpha regarded her skeptically. "There's nothing else in the bag."
He couldn't know that for certain…could he? Jocelyn doubled down on the gambit. "Just take a look."
Without taking his eyes off her, he looped the toe of his boot through the strap and tried to use it to lift the bag—but the heavy cash made the movement awkward. With an aggrieved sigh, he bent down to pick it up.
It was the moment Jocelyn had been waiting for, her body tensed and ready. She bolted toward the door.
She was fast—she had set a state record for the 400-meter dash in high school—but she wasn't fast enough.
Her hand was on the doorknob when a massive arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her clean off the ground. Jocelyn struggled, twisting her body and striking out with her hands, but that only caused the alpha to fold his other arm around her, immobilizing her. Her back pressed against his chest, his hard muscle unforgiving. His breath on the back of her neck was warm and even, letting her know that stopping her had taken almost no effort at all.
Instinctively, Jocelyn opened her mouth to scream …but what came out was a soft sigh as her body melted into the heat radiating from the alpha's body.
Confusion slashed through her muddled thoughts, quickly drowned out by more of the pleasurable, melting feeling. It made no sense. At some base instinctive level, Jocelyn could understand being attracted to the alpha's undeniably magnificent body. But civilized people mastered their instincts, something she'd never had trouble doing before.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
As the seconds ticked back, Jocelyn gave her body orders that it refused to follow. Instead of clenching to fight, her hands slowly stroked his rigid forearms. Instead of arching in defiance, her back rubbed against his chest…and soon her ass was grinding against the huge, hard bulge of his groin.
But it wasn't until a searing gush of wet warmth seeped down her legs that Jocelyn stopped pretending she would somehow get out of this trouble.
"Oh God, yes," the alpha growled against her ear, his body tensing. "I knew you were something special. I fucking knew it."
Jocelyn had just enough presence of mind left to shake her head in an attempt to deny what her body already recognized as the truth.
"An omega," he roared. "And you're all mine."
Chapter Seven
"All mine."
It felt unbelievably good to roar, to fill the bedroom with his voice so it echoed all around them and shook the walls and floors. This was Aric's territory, his sacred domain, and in it he had trapped an omega. Now they were going to do what alphas and omegas were meant to do, what they did best.
They were going to fuck so hard and so long that neither of them would ever forget it.
Aric filled his lungs to capacity with Jo's scent. It was shifting with every passing second, becoming richer, more vibrant, and more alive as her nature took over, changing not just her