Chapter Two: SWEET CREATURE 

ALPHA JACE

Despite my best efforts to ignore this Omega she did things to heighten the burn in my loins.

A chuckle almost left me as I watched her shrivel under the duvet pulling it above her head.

Fighting the sting in my chest, I propped up on one arm to watch her still body, pretending to be asleep yet, her heart thundered in my ears.

"What is your name?" I tugged the duvet from her flushed face.

Her big brown eyes fluttered open, met mine, and instantly averted hers to beddings before she sat up causing the duvet to drop to her waist.

"Carly."

I'd never seen such luscious lips, skin that begged my hands to touch. Tits molded to scramble a lesser man's brain. Honey brown eyes cluelessly searching my face. This omega was such a sexual fantasy yet Nate chose to look the other way.

I had studied her the entire night as she served, her innocence gave her an air of being off limits—to bastards like me.

"Don't do that again." I sounded harsher and louder than intended. The guilt in her eyes glimmered but swiftly got shrouded by confusion as she regarded me, "Don't fuckin' try to fuck yourself right before me again."

The words reverberated through me, leaving sensual damage in its wake, causing her cheeks to redden the more.

"I wasn't trying to..." Her mouth fell and hung open, the words trapped.

Or too heavy to say?

Carly seemed too sweet to sully. How could Nate not have wanted this?

"I'm an omega." She murmured.

There was no fuckin' way in hell this pathetic creature could've read my mind.

"Hmm, yeah, with a body like that."

Goddess, I didn't mean to admit that aloud. The blood drained from my brain to my groin certainly made it hard to think straight. She could've just let me sleep in peace.

"Can we just do it and get this done with?" She gurgled, dropping her arms on her thighs. Looking like an entire tomato.

As a pack ruler, I had no room for weaknesses, I never paid attention to the Omegas in my pack but this one right here became my kind of Omega.

"For a girl that can't even say fuck," I chuckled at the sinister plan in my head, I shook it off and added, much to myself, "It's not happening. You're Nate's girl."

Nate rejected her and was with Ophelia now. I knew that for a fact.

Why did it matter now?

"I thought you were afraid of the consequences?" She pursed those bee-stung lips and my cock turned harder than a fucking steel in my sweatpants watching her ramble on, "I don't want to be the object of your regret."

She sounded confident. Appeared too confident.

"Do I look the type to be afraid?" I scoffed, "Was just fed up back there." Not wanting to extend this heated conversation, knowing what was involved, I chose to give her options. "You can leave now, Carly."

I didn't expect her to oblige. Well, she didn't. Not even an attempt to move.

"I don't want to have to face Addison." Fear momentarily clouded her vision, "Your girlfriend isn't very nice when we go against her."

"I'm not very nice either," I barked, hoping to scare her off the bed with my tone and clamped features.

"I'm not leaving." She tugged the duvet up her chest. "I don't want to leave. I like it here."

Her words rammed me in the throat like an invisible object. If they were targeted at knocking off every bit of sense from me, well, then, they worked.

Drawing closer, I ignored the pressing need to seal our lips in a ravenous kiss, with frantic hands I peeled the duvet from her, found the hem of the shirt she wore, and abruptly tugged it over her head. A short gasp escaped her lips from our sudden contact. Goosebumps pricked her skin.

"What are you doing?" She took hold of the shirt and returned it in place with a sneer on her beautiful face.

"You're not going to sleep in my shirt."

"I, um, but..."

"No, you're not." I cooed.

Inwardly groaning at the slope of her bare back now registered in my brain, the perfect indent of her spine, her perked-up nipples stiffened into pebbles, begging me to touch them.

"I'm being nice," I dampened my lower lips with my tongue, mustering all the willpower in me not to touch this sweet creature before me, "I want you to leave."

Every bit of fear seemed to be stripped off, jaws dropped as her hands pulled the duvet up her shoulders, about to sleep, giving me a chance to catch my breath.

"I can't wander the hall, what if Addison sees me?"

"You should be afraid of what could happen to you in here," I glowered.

"Do I look the type to be afraid?"

It took me less than a minute to realize she was returning my words and even less time to realize her hand was back to surreptitiously stroking her tits under the duvet. A habit she refused to break from even after I warned her.

It certainly was going to be a long night with a girl as stubborn as Carly with her intentions plain. Just like she said, this was exactly why we were here. Why then did my head give way to my feelings?

This wasn't right, trapping an innocent girl in our game wasn't right at all, Omega or not one thing the goddess might be er forgive.

However, I'd waited all night just to give it up now. When did I grow a quitter?

Tugging the duvet aside, my eyes dropped on her, skin that begged me to touch her, without the least resistance, I gently took hold of her chin, hauling her to my chest, and in a fluid movement, I sealed our lips in a slow but ardent kiss.

The worst decision of her life. She just didn't know. Not yet.