2. I want her

Neylan

Fuck! Her body is burning, mirroring the heat raging through mine.

The more she presses her concealed ass against my dick, the more her pheromones choke the air, wrapping around my senses until I don't know where my rut starts and her heat does.

Fuck, she must have gone into heat triggered by my rut.

Her head falls backward against my shoulder, exposing the delicate line of her neck, and fuck, I can't control myself even if there's a gun held to my head.

I bury my nose into it, dragging in her delicious scent.

Damn…she's trembling. I can tell she wants me just as much as I want her.

I can feel her gasping for air as my hands move, pulling down her pants with less patience than I should have. Her body is soft beneath my touch, warmer than before, more responsive, like every nerve is alive.

It feels better.

The scent in the air thickens, mixing with mine, clouding my thoughts, stripping away every ounce of control I have left. The only thing that makes sense right now is her.

And the only way to stop her from choking on my pheromones, and control the chaos building in my chest, is to kiss her.

I have never kissed anyone before.

But damn it… my mouth feels dry, my chest tight.

My lips crash into hers, she gasps at the contact, and the sound alone pushes me further, giving me all the reason I need to deepen it.

My tongue slides into her mouth, savoring the taste, not giving her a chance to pull away.

She moans.

The sound sends waves of pleasure down my throbbing dick.

My hand tears her clothes out of the way, the button of her tight jeans snapping loose as I drag them down her hips without care.

I am already at my limit, licking from anticipation. I want to be somewhere tight and hot.

It feels like I might lose it any second.

I don’t even remember how we moved, her hands are pinned to the wall, ass pressed against me, I'm buried balls deep inside her. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” I grit out as she squeezed, every movement pulls more from me, every reaction from her pushing me closer to the edge.

Her pheromones flood the space between us, wrapping around me, telling me everything I need to know.

She wants me.

And I want to own her. Mark her.

Claim her.

“You're mine.” I groan, and I feel her tighten around me just then. Pleasure runs down my back.

I might regret it the moment this ends.

But right now, I don't give a fuck.

Pinned against the wall, her body arches into mine, leg hanging on my arm, and my mouth drags along her skin, tasting, and breathing her in. My tongue traces the softness of her neck.

I sink my teeth into her collarbone, the instinct taking over before I can even think.

Fuck.

She smells and tastes divine.

I thrust faster and deeper, my body tightening as I feel myself swelling inside her.

“Wh… what are you…?” she chokes out, her voice strained. “Pull the fuck out, you bastard…”

I hear her.

I do.

But my body does not listen.

I want to stop.

I try to.

But it is already too late. I'm knotted tightly inside.

Shit… what have I done?

“Fuck,” I groan, the word tearing out of me as everything crashes over at once.

Pleasure explodes, leaving nothing but heat and exhaustion behind.

Minutes later, our bodies collapse onto the cold floor, the world around me fading as my mind goes completely blank.

“Neylan? Man, what the fuck? Why are you on this damn floor with nothing but your boxers?”

A familiar voice cuts through the fog in my head.

Desmond.

My eyes open slowly, the light pierces through the haze, my body feeling heavy, like I have not slept in days.

“What are you doing in my room this early?” I mutter, my voice rough as I rub my face, trying to shake off the lingering haze.

“Your room?” he scoffs. “How much did you drink last night? And this place is filled with pheromones. Did the Omega I sent go into heat? I thought you were taking her to your lodge.”

Pheromones? Omega?

My eyes snap open fully.

Everything rushes back. I scan the room quickly, my senses sharpening as I pick up the faint trace still lingering in the air.

I jolt upright from the floor.

“Dude, you need to find her,” I say quickly, running a hand through my hair. “Shit, I lost control and knotted her. I think I marked her too.”

Desmond freezes for a second before his expression twists.

“Did you lose your mind?” he mutters. “Well, technically, you did. But how the hell do you knot and mark a random Omega? Do you even remember who you are in this city?”

My jaw tightens.

The major issue here is, I have no idea what she looks like.

I push myself to my feet, grabbing the jersey hanging on the door frame and pulling it on quickly. It smells faintly familiar.

Desmond drags me out and toward the security room. If there is any chance of finding her, it would be there.

But my hope crashes immediately when we get there. The footage from last night is gone.

Completely wiped.

No one knows who took it.

“This is a mess, Neylan,” Desmond says, running a hand through his hair. “Your father will kill you. That girl is a prostitute. Do you even understand your situation?”

Of course I do.

Every part of it.

My engagement to Elyce Jordan, the dominant Omega daughter of my father’s closest ally, is in a few months.

The hell am I supposed to do?