like your real job? Or your real name?"
"Please," she whispered, but he was done arguing. He lowered himself onto the bed, straddling her, moving inch by inch up the bed on hands and knees until his massive body was directly above hers.
"Or is it like your real intentions?" he mocked her. "Seriously, help me out here. Because you're throwing some very mixed signals. If you want to leave, go ahead. I'm not stopping you."
And he wasn't. Though his hands and knees were planted on either side of her, she could easily slip out from under him. He wasn't even touching her.
Even worse, Jocelyn believed him. This alpha was a man of his word—she was as certain of that as she was of her own name.
Frustration swelled inside her, and she leaned gratefully into it. Anger was so much easier to deal with than fear and uncertainty and everything else in her head.
"I am not your fucking omega!" she shouted.
The bastard didn't so much as blink. "I just told you to go ahead and leave. I won't stop you. Just get up and go."
Jocelyn tried…she tried so fucking hard. But she couldn't do it. Her body absolutely refused to budge.
No. That wasn't entirely true.
Her body wouldn't move for her—but it had its own treacherous designs. As Jocelyn gritted her teeth and sent signals to her legs to run, her hands reached up instead and began to stroke his chest, her palms sliding over against an irresistible mix of hard muscle and warm, silky skin.
Then her knees opened of their own volition, and she watched her legs wrap around his waist. "This is cruel," she cried.
"No." He didn't react to her legs encircling him, other than to lean down and hiss against her neck. "This is nature. Stop fighting, and you'll see how fucking right it is."
Jocelyn's hips began to grind up against him; her heels pulled him closer. Through the soaked lace of her panties, she felt the hard outline of his shaft. She shifted so the bulge grazed against her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure.
"That's right," he murmured.
No—it wasn't right, not at all. Jocelyn's conscious mind rebelled at the satisfaction in his voice even as more slick poured from her pussy. Even as she pulled him closer, she slapped his chest ineffectively.
"You're a bastard, and I hate you!"
The alpha held her gaze while he reached down and tore her panties free, exposing her wet, aching pussy to the air.
"If that's all it takes to make you hate me," he muttered, "then what I'm about to do will make you fucking loathe me.”
Chapter Eight
The slick pouring from Jo's pussy and soaking Aric's bed was making his head swim, its scent changing him every bit as much as it was changing her.
It brought to mind his own transition so long ago, back when he'd lacked the maturity to fully understand the jolting sensations. It had felt as if some supernatural force was changing his DNA while his mind had been kicked into overdrive. But unlike that day, everything about being in this new omega's orbit was pleasure and need…and the overwhelming urge to fucking own her.
Aric needed to taste her—right now. Since the moment he realized Jo was an omega, he'd been planning to slowly seduce her mind…but he didn't think he could hold out that long.
Every cell of his being urged him to dive deep inside her and never return. To take her completely—body, mind, and soul—and leave no part of her untouched or unpleasured. It wasn't that Aric wanted to have sex with her—he needed to. And the longer he held out, the more urgent that need became.
Did Jo feel the same?
The way she'd writhed against him, the slick gushing from her, signaled that she did. That her body was on fire just like his own. That trying to hold back was as painful for her as it was for him.
He had a feeling that if he did nothing at all, he'd still end up fucking her—it seemed inevitable from the way she writhed and ground against him more and more urgently, searching for the only thing that could give her release.
And still her mind got in the way. Not that it could stop the release she craved—but Aric feared it had the power to rob the moment of its joy. He had never known a person so detached from her physical self, not even during his adolescence back in the beta world.
But Aric had a feeling that