Fuck, he knew I was here all along, and the worst part was that I honestly did not even understand what was happening to my body.
It felt like my skin no longer belonged to me, like every nerve in it had been rewired to answer to him.
Fuck, Moon Goddess, not now. Not heat now. Not when I was standing here looking at him like he was the only man in the world, like he was the one thing my body had been waiting for.
My thighs were pressed together so tightly that I thought I would snap in half if I tried to move them, and still the pressure was not enough. Nothing was enough.
The warmth between my legs was building, slow at first and then in these unbearable pulses that made my breath hitch every single time.
The way he was watching me made it even worse. His eyes dragged over me so slowly and deliberately that it felt like he was peeling me open without laying a single hand on me.
My skin tingled everywhere his gaze landed, and my heartbeat was so loud and fast that I could hear it in my ears. copied from j;o’b/n-i;b-c…o’m . I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat refused to move, My mouth was dry, yet somehow I could taste him.
His voice was still echoing in my head, the exact tone and rhythm he had used to give that woman her orders. Spread your legs. Touch your nipples. Make yourself scream.
I hated how much it turned me on. I hated that my fingers were twitching at my sides like they were tempted to obey those same instructions.
My heat had taken over everything, tearing through any excuse or argument I had rehearsed for myself earlier. There was nothing left to fight with, only this helpless, humiliating need that would not let me think straight.
When he said, “Come here, Lily,” my name in his mouth was not just a sound, it was a leash tightening around my throat.
My breath stumbled over itself, and my wolf-my shameless, treacherous wolf-was pacing inside me, tail high and ears pricked, desperate for him to make the ache go away.
The ache was not pain. It was worse than pain.
I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t. Every step he took toward me made the pressure worse. There was too much in my head, too many words pressing forward all at once, and none of them sounded like they would save me.
“Connor, I was just… I mean, I didn’t mean to come into your room,” I started, my voice stumbling over itself like it was tripping down a set of stairs I could not see.
“I was just walking past, and I heard… I don’t know, I heard something, and then I kind of-okay, maybe I stopped for a second, but it wasn’t like I was spying or anything, not really, and-” My words tangled together in my mouth, every excuse I tried to form sounding weaker than the one before it.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, my hands twitching at my sides like I didn’t know what to do with them. “I mean, obviously I shouldn’t be here, and I know that. I just… I got distracted. It wasn’t on purpose. It’s not like I was trying to… watch.”
My cheeks burned so hot it felt like my skin was on fire, and my eyes kept darting everywhere except straight at him, because looking at him made my pulse race even faster and I could feel the heat pooling lower in my body just from the way he was standing there.
“Hmmm,” I murmured, trying to find my footing in this conversation, “can I leave now?
“I mean, you clearly have… company, or you had company, and I just walked in on something I definitely wasn’t supposed to see, so I’ll just go and you can… you know… finish whatever you were doing.”
I chewed on my lip, desperate to fill the silence, because the way he was looking at me made it impossible to breathe. “So… yeah, I’ll just leave, and we can pretend this never happened. I’ll go to my room, you’ll go back to… whatever, and we’ll both move on with our lives like totally normal people.”
“You are not fucking going anywhere, little omega.”
The second he said it, my whole body went stiff because it was not just the words, it was the way he said them like they were carved into stone and nothing in the entire world could change them.
It was not a suggestion, it was not even a threat, it was just a fact, and it made my stomach flip so hard I thought I might actually lose my balance.
And then he took this slow, deep breath. He was smelling me. He was savoring the air between us.
“You’re bleeding,” he said, and his tone changed completely, dropping into something so deep and dark it made my knees go a little weak, “and you’re in heat. Perfect.”
I swear those words should not have made my heart pound the way they did, but the moment they hit my ears it was like they sank into my skin and melted all the way down to my belly.
I felt this horrible, traitorous rush of warmth between my legs, and I tried to press my thighs together tighter, like I could somehow hide it from him, but of course that was stupid because I knew he could smell it.
He could probably smell every thought in my head right now, and that was the worst part because my thoughts were not innocent. They were nowhere near innocent.
“Please let me go, Connor,” I said, and I hated how my voice sounded when I said it. It was supposed to be strong and annoyed, but it came out soft and a little shaky, like I was begging for something else entirely.
He didn’t answer right away, and that silence made me want to talk faster just to fill it, but before I could even think of what to say, he started moving toward me.
It wasn’t quick, it wasn’t aggressive, it was worse. It was slow like he already knew exactly where I was going to end up.
I backed away without.meaning to, my shoulders tensing as the heat coming off his body seemed to wrap around me. I only made it two steps before my back hit the wall, and the cool surface against my skin that it made me gasp.
We just stood there looking at each other, and it was not some normal eye contact. His eyes were so focused it felt like they were reaching right inside me, peeling back every layer I had, dragging all my messy, embarrassing truths right into the open.
My wolf was pacing, restless and impatient, ears forward, practically whining for me to stop pretending. I could not even look away from him.
“You feel that, don’t you?” His voice was lower now, rougher, and it slid through me like it had a mind of its own. “You feel the bond, right, Lily?”
I wanted to say no immediately, but my chest was tight and my pulse was going crazy, and my mouth wouldn’t cooperate the way I wanted.
“I don’t feel anything, Connor,” I said finally, and the words tumbled out too fast, like I could outrun the truth just by spitting them out quickly enough. My voice cracked on his name, which completely ruined the effect, and I knew it.
His eyes narrowed, and he stepped just close enough that I could feel the warmth of him brushing against me. “Don’t lie, Lily.”
“This… this should not be happening. It’s not supposed to be like this,” I went on, my voice climbing higher, faster, because the more I spoke, the more I needed to drown out the pounding in my ears.
“What about your wife?” I blurted out suddenly, because it was the only weapon I thought I had left, the only thing sharp enough to cut through the way he was looking at me.
“You have a wife, Connor. You can’t just… do this to me, you can’t stand here and say things like that and look at me like that and act like it’s okay when you’re married.
I tried to push the words faster, to keep them tumbling out so I wouldn’t have to listen to his silence, but the more I talked, the more my wolf growled at me inside, pacing and restless, hating that I was trying to run from what we both could feel.
“You can’t just pull me into your mess like this, Connor. I’m not part of your marriage. I’m not supposed to be part of your… your bond, or whatever this is. I’m just..”
I stopped myself, my throat tightening on the word because saying I was “just” anything felt so small, and right now nothing about the way he was looking at me made me feel small. It made me feel seen. It made me feel claimed.
“Emma and I divorced years ago, Lily,” he said, and the words hit me so hard my brain almost didn’t process them at first. My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
“She went to another man. Another pack. An Italian pack,” he continued like he wasn’t even hurt anymore, just stating it as if it was another fact I had no choice but to accept.
“I don’t know how to explain this, but my wolf wants you. Every fucking part of you, Lily.”
He stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine so intensely that I could feel them like a physical touch, and I forgot how to breathe.
“And I know yours does too.”
I could feel my heartbeat in my throat, in my wrists, in the very tips of my fingers. My wolf was moving inside me now, not pacing, but pressing, demanding, like she had been waiting for him to say those words to us.
My chest rose too quickly, and my hands were trembling without my permission. I wanted to deny it, to spit out some clever, sharp reply, but my voice wasn’t working the way it should.
My wolf was too loud, my heat was too thick, and every nerve in my body was already leaning toward him.
His gaze swept down my body slowly, dragging along my skin in a way that made me feel hotter than the air around us. Then his lips curved into the smallest, most dangerous smile I had ever seen.
The moment those words left his mouth, my wolf shot forward inside me so fast it made my breath catch.
Fuck yes, she howled, her voice loud and eager in my head, it’s about time. He’s going to claim us. She wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. She wasn’t whispering or coaxing me, she was demanding it, practically dragging my body toward him in her mind.
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