CHAPTER 15: Not enough

I lay paralyzed on the mattress, completely drained by the thick cloud of Alpha pheromones heavy in the air.

The bastard was kneeling right over my stomach, stroking his rock-hard length. His head was thrown back, the cords in his neck straining under the intense friction as he stroked himself.

I had no choice but to lie there and watch. I was helpless and my body was burning up with a strange, dizzying heat I couldn't control or understand.

"Ahhh, fuck... it’s not enough!" he grumbled, suddenly snapping his gaze down at me.

His eyes were blown wide, pulsing with a dark red hue of pure, raw lust. He leaned down, his face inches from mine as if to kiss me, but I shoved my hand against his jaw so he just buried his face right into the crook of my neck instead.

He inhaled deeply, aggressively nipping and biting at my bare skin.

God damn this guy. The second I get my strength back, he is a dead man.

My eyes stretched wide as he rested his heavy, throbbing length directly over my clothed stomach. I could feel the intense pulse and heat of it right through my shirt. His hand moved in frantic, aggressive strokes over his shaft.

"Ahh!" he groaned loudly, right against my neck.

I could barely catch my breath, practically drowning in the suffocating tide of dominant pheromones he was pumping into the room.

Suddenly, he reached down, grabbed my wrist, and forced my hand onto his pulsing shaft.

Fuck.

"Please... move your hand," he rasped, his voice sounding entirely broken and desperate. "Make me feel good."

I froze, keeping my hand completely stiff. Fuck him. He can drown in his own sick horny mess for all I care.

But I had zero strength to fight back as he wrapped his thick fingers over mine, forcing my palm to stroke up and down his shaft.

I felt the burning heat of his skin against my palm, the thick veins ridging his shaft. He was so wide my hand couldn't even wrap around him completely, his pulse jumping against my grip.

"Ahhh, fuck, that feels so good... faster," he groaned right into my ear.

Keep enjoying it, asshole. The second I break free from this, you're dead.

As I breathed in more of his scent, an unbearable fire spread through my core. The intense tension running between his body and my hand was driving my system crazy.

I had to fight it. If this triggered my heat cycle right now, I was finished. He'd instantly figure out I wasn't a Beta—that I was actually an Omega. That was the last thing I needed because they'd probably use it to mock me and treat me like trash forever.

"Ahhh, fuck!" he groaned as he finally hit his peak.

I couldn't even pull away before I felt the thick, hot mess coat my palm. His shaft throbbed heavily against my hand one last time before his entire weight collapsed on top of me.

"Satisfied, asshole?" I asked sarcastically, my voice tight.

He didn't answer, but he hadn't passed out either. He just stayed there, burying his face into my neck and taking deep, needy inhales—like my scent was some kind of drug he couldn't get enough of.

My body still wouldn't move. Even after coming, he was still passively releasing those heavy Alpha pheromones into the room. My skin was burning hot. If he kept this up, I was going to lose control.

I tried to shove his chest off me, but he clamped down tighter. "No... stay like this." He leaned up slightly and dragged his warm tongue slowly along the shell of my ear.

This guy is out of his damn mind. Was this really the same cold-hearted jerk who looked like he wanted to murder me an hour ago? Now he was acting like a desperate addict, losing his head over my natural scent.

I wasn't even releasing Omega pheromones—he was losing his mind over my base scent. The exact same scent he called trash earlier.

The nerve of this guy.

"Would you hate me if I said I wanted more?" he whispered against my ear.

"I'll kill you," I said deadpan.

A low laugh vibrated against my neck. "Fuck... I want to take you so bad right now."

"And I want to choke the life out of you," I shot back.

He chuckled again, shifting his weight. I felt his lower half slide against my stomach—and my blood ran cold as his length began hardening all over again right against my abdomen.

"Damn. You're making me hard again."

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.

"What are you... an Omega?" he asked suddenly.

My heart skipped a beat. Did he notice how much his pheromones were wrecking me? Fuck, please no.

"Why do you ask?" I rasped out, trying to keep my tone neutral.

"Because I'm pumping out Alpha pheromones right now... and you're reacting to them."

"Reacting how?" I played dumb.

"You're completely weak."

"Hell no. I'm a Beta, alright?" I lied through my teeth. "I'm not weak because of your stupid scents that I can't even smell. I'm weak because I'm hungover as fuck."

I had to stick to the lie. He could never find out I was an omega being brought to my knees by his scent.

"Good," he muttered.

I frowned in the dark. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I want to take you right now. Let's have sex."

My temper exploded instantly. "What the hell?! Fuck you! Over my dead body! I am never having sex with you, you lunatic!"

"I'll pay you. Name your price."

"Choke on your money, asshole!" I snapped, the veins in my neck bulging with rage.

He was treating me like a whore. Just another piece of trash he could buy out.

"You swearing at me is just turning me on more," he rasped out.

My eyes stretched wide as he shifted upward. Holding his fully erect shaft in his hand, he brought it right up to my face.

My jaw clenched so hard it hurt as I realized what he was doing. Is this bastard seriously trying to force his dick into my mouth?!

Just try it. I will bite the damn thing clean off.

"I love the way you're looking at me right now," he whispered in a raspy, heat-struck voice. "Like you want to devour me."

I gritted my teeth, absolute fury blinding me as he pressed his hot, rigid shaft directly against my cheek, rubbing it firmly against my skin.

"Wanna taste it? Don't worry, I'll pay you. Just name your price."

My jaw flexed violently under the pressure of his shaft, drawing a ragged groan from his throat. "Damn... stop clenching your jaw like that or I'm taking you right here."

"Fuck you! Go die in a hole!"

The corners of his lips curved up into a dark, sinful smirk. The red fire in his eyes hadn't dimmed a bit—he was still completely consumed by lust, even after coming once.

Feeling the heat of his pulse throbbing directly against my cheek sent a sickening chill straight down my spine.

He slid his length along my cheek again, making my jaw tighten even harder.

"Ahhh, fuck, I can't take it... please, just let me have you..." he strained out, sounding completely unhinged.

"Fuck off, asshole! Let me go!" I yelled into his face.

My resistance only seemed to stoke the flames in his eyes. He looked down at me like he wanted to burn me alive, and the sheer intensity of it set my own body on fire despite myself.

"Shit, you're hot... you're making me ache for more," he muttered, throwing his head back as he stroked his shaft directly against my cheek.

"If I get out of this bed, you better run and hide," I threatened through gritted teeth. "Because I will hunt you down and rip you apart!"

He just laughed at my threat.

Then, to my utter relief, he finally lifted his weight off me and stood up. He tucked his length back into his trousers and zipped up.

I still couldn't move a muscle—my body was completely paralyzed by the lingering Alpha aura in the room. But I kept my face totally blank, refusing to let him see how badly his pheromones had wrecked me.

In the dim glow of the lamp, I watched him take a few steps toward the door. Before stepping out, he turned back to throw one last sentence over his shoulder—words that made my blood boil to a absolute crisis point.

"If you change your mind about having sex... you know where to find me."

With that, he vanished into the dark hallway, shutting the door behind him. Even as the heavy pheromones slowly dissipated from the room, I couldn't move. I lay there like a statue, humiliated beyond words.

Never in my life had I been treated like this. Like cheap trash. Like a pay-to-play object with zero dignity.

I hoped he tripped down the stairs on his way out and broke his damn neck.

Fuck him.