Heat and Rut
He kept my hand in his.
He said finally, “You don't want there to be nothing left, i see you. The strong, defiant Omega I first saw, but I want her to choose to be mine. Willingly.”
I stared at him. “How?” I asked. My voice was a broken thing.
“By submitting,” he said. “Not with your body because I command it, but with your heart because you choose to. Give me your control because you trust me to hold it for you.”
Tears filled my eyes. I did not move to cry, but I could not stop them. “I do not know if I can,” I said.