CHAPTER 6

SONYA'S POV

I barely sleep.

Every time I close my eyes, I see Reign. Feel his hands on my skin. Hear his voice in my ear saying things that should scare me but instead make heat pool between my thighs, my pussy aching for his touch.

I'm so screwed.

At five a.m., I give up on sleep and decide to explore. The estate is a maze, but I eventually find my way to what looks like a gym. And of course, Reign's there.

Shirtless.

Hitting a punching bag with enough force to make the chain rattle.

Sweet goddess.

I should leave. Turn around and pretend I was never here.

But I'm frozen, watching the way his muscles flex with each hit, the way sweat glints on his skin, the way those tattoos move like living things across his back and shoulders. 

His abs clench tight, leading down to the V of his hips disappearing into low-slung sweatpants that do nothing to hide the thick bulge of his cock straining against the fabric.

"Enjoying the show?" Reign asks without turning around.

Shit.

"I was just… I couldn't sleep."

"Neither could I." He lands one final hit, then grabs a towel, wiping his face before turning to face me. His chest heaves, sweat trickling down his pecs and over the ridges of his abs, making my mouth go dry. "You're up early."

"Old habit. I usually run in the mornings."

"There's a trail around the property. Three miles. Landon can show you."

"I can find it myself."

His eyes narrow, that predatory glint flashing as he rakes his gaze over my tank top and shorts, lingering on the way my nipples poke through the thin fabric. "Rule number two, little omega. You don't go anywhere alone. Not on this property, not in town, nowhere. You're under my protection, which means you follow my security protocols."

"What's rule number one?"

He crosses the space between us in three strides, backing me against the wall. 

The heat from his body slams into me like a wave, flooding my senses and making my clit throb. "Rule number one is your safety comes first, and you don't lie to me. Ever. About anything."

My breath catches, my pussy clenching emptily as his presence overwhelms me. "I haven't lied."

"Haven't you?" His hand comes up, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. "Last night at dinner, I asked what makes you wet. You didn't answer. But I'm betting I can guess."

"Don't."

"It's me, isn't it?" His other hand settles on my hip, his thumb stroking the bare skin where my tank top has ridden up, sending sparks straight to my core. 

He hooks a finger under the thin string of my panties and gives it a slow, deliberate tug, the fabric pulling tight against my slick folds. "You lie awake thinking about what it would be like if I walked through that connecting door. If I touched you the way you've been fantasizing about, my fingers in your dripping pussy, my cock down your throat."

"You're delusional."

"Am I?" He leans closer, his lips hovering just above mine, his hard cock pressing against my belly through his sweatpants, thick and insistent. "Then why is your heart racing? Why are you breathing like you just ran a marathon? Why can I smell how turned on you are right now?"

Because he's right. And I hate it. My wolf whines inside me, urging me closer, my body betraying me as arousal drips down my thighs.

"This is just biology," I manage, my voice shaky. "You're an Alpha. I'm an omega. It doesn't mean anything."

"Keep telling yourself that." But he doesn't step back. Instead, his hand slides down, cupping my pussy through my shorts, his palm grinding against my clit in slow circles that make me whimper. "Prove it, then. On your knees, little omega. Show me this means nothing."

I should push him away. Tell him to fuck off. 

But my knees buckle anyway, sinking to the gym mat as I pull his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. 

It's massive, thick veins pulsing along the shaft, the head flushed dark and leaking pre-cum that I swipe with my tongue before wrapping my lips around it.

He groans, one hand fisting my hair as I suck him deep, my mouth stretching around his girth. 

I bob my head, tongue swirling over the underside, tasting the salty tang of his skin mixed with sweat. 

His hips buck slightly, fucking my face in shallow thrusts while his other hand pinches my nipple through my tank top, twisting until I moan around his cock.

"That's it," he growls with a rough voice. "Suck my cock like the needy omega you are."

The words make me hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper until he hits the back of my throat. My free hand slips into my shorts, rubbing my clit frantically as I blow him, the dual sensations building fast. 

He swells in my mouth, grunting as hot spurts of cum flood my tongue, and I spit out every drop, my own orgasm crashing over me from just my fingers and the filthy thrill of it.

He pulls out with a wet pop, tucking himself away as I wipe my mouth, cheeks burning. 

Then he steps back, and I can finally breathe again, the taste of him remaining on my lips. "Go get changed. Landon will take you on that run. And Sonya?"

"What?"

"Next time you lie to me, I'll punish you for it, roughly… and I won't hold back." His eyes promise dark pleasures, and my pussy clenches at the thought, already craving more.