My Alpha Savage

Let me please you

Hazel Moreau

I could barely move. Every breath I took scorched my lungs. My legs shook underneath me, not from fear, but from the pain coiling low in my stomach. I'm going into heat. Goddess. Not now. Not like this.

Not here.

I heard him behind me. His boots on the stone floor, heavy, calm, like he knew I couldn’t get far. I willed myself forward anyway. One foot in front of the other. I had to go. Had to escape.

The hall stretched too long, the corners all spinning in my vision. I stumbled once. Then again. The third time I hit the wall with my shoulder, the jolt of it shooting straight through me like a live wire.

And then he was there.

"Going somewhere?"

His voice curled down my spine, rough and cruel. Not amused. Not angry. Just curious.

I turned my head to glare at him, breathing too hard to form words. My body was on fire. My skin too tight. My thighs too wet. I wanted to scream at it, claw the heat out of me.

He stepped closer.

I backed up on instinct, but my heel caught something, and I went down. My hands slapped the stone to stop my fall, but it only jarred me more. The ache twisted deeper inside me.

"Don’t," I hissed, voice cracking.

He crouched in front of me, eyes dark and unreadable. He didn’t touch me. Just looked. Like I was something he didn’t quite understand yet but wanted to take apart.

More footsteps. More alphas approaching.

No. No no no.

"Please," I whispered.

He stood up, and in a flash, the others were there. Faces, shadows, hungry eyes. They didn't care who I was. Only what I was. A woman in heat, ripe for the taking.

One reached out. I screamed in fear but he didn’t touch me. Killian stopped him first. A growl ripped out of his throat, raw and primal, and the other alpha stumbled back like he'd been burned.

"Mine," he growled out loud, his voice sharp.

The others froze. A few backed away. Some didn’t.

Then Victor appeared, shoving through the group. He didn’t look at me, his nose flaring as is trying not to inhale my scent, but at Killian.

"You need to get her out of here. Now."

More alphas were coming. I could feel them. Like a wave of pressure building around me. My scent pulling them like a magnet and a primal part of me craved it.

Killian didn’t hesitate. One second I was on the ground, the next I was slung over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. My body screamed at the jostling contact, heat flaring at every brush of his chest against my stomach, his arm under my thighs.

"Put me down!"

I kicked. Punched. My fists hit his back, but he didn’t flinch. Didn’t slow.

"Shut up, omega."

"I’m not yours!"

He didn’t respond. He just moved, fast, through winding halls until he reached a door and kicked it open. Inside was a dim, private room with thick curtains and a bed that looked far too big.

He dumped me there.

I scrambled backward immediately, until my back hit the headboard.

"Stay the hell away from me," I said, voice shaking.

He didn’t move. Just stood there watching me. His shirt was open at the throat, dark hair damp with sweat. There was blood on his knuckles. His eyes gleamed in the dark like an animal waiting to pounce.

"You're in heat."

"Don't come closer." I stretched my arm out defensively, as if it could do any good against the massive alpha in front of me.

My body trembled, a fine sheen of sweat coating my skin. I pulled my knees to my chest, trying to squeeze the ache away. The shirt I wore clung to my curves, outlining the sharp points of my n*****s, the damp patch between my breasts.

His eyes dropped to my body, lingering on my heaving chest, the exposed flesh of my thighs. When they met mine again, they gleamed with a predatory light..

"You think you can ride it out like this?" He arched a brow. "You do know what this means, omega? You need me."

That made me swallow hard. The thought of having this hulk of a man pressed against me, inside me, made me whimper in pleasure as a fresh wave of slick slipped out. But I shoved it down. I knew better than to fall for his tricks. All alphas wanted the same thing - an omega p***y to f**k. But I wouldn't allow myself to learn that the hard way.

"What I need are my suppressants," I said, trying to sound braver than I felt.

He laughed then, a harsh, grating sound that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Those poison pills? They'll wreck your system. They don’t stop the heat. They just burn you from the inside out."

"Better than this."

He came closer.

I pressed back harder, wishing the wall would swallow me whole.

"You’re in heat, omega. Your first one by the scent of it. Let me help you with it. Let me show you what it means to be taken care of by an Alpha."

I hated that word. I hated the way it sounded on his tongue, like a promise and a threat all at once.

"No," I shook my head, strands of hair sticking to my hot face.

He crouched near the bed, eyes on my face. Not touching. Not yet.

"You're shaking. You can barely breathe. I can smell how much you want me down there, how much your p***y needs my c**k. How long do you think you can resist because I sure as hell won't be providing you with anymore suppressants?"

I swallowed, my body burning as his words heated a part of me. I hadn't realised it but he was closer now, much closer than I could smell him and it only ignited me more.

He leaned in now, our faces inches apart, his breath caressing my cheeks. "Let me be your alpha," he said with a purr and then his gaze lowered again. To where my thighs pressed tight together. My body betrayed me, a telltale flush creeping up my neck, my thighs pressing together as if trying to hide the evidence of my desire.

Tears sprang up in my eyes. Not from fear. From frustration. From the horrible truth that somewhere in my body, buried under all that panic, something in me wanted to say yes. To give in to the pleasure I knew only him could give me. But at what cost?

I knew I should refuse. Should fight him with every ounce of strength I had left. But the heat was winning, my resistance crumbling under its relentless onslaught.

Our gazes met, and I saw the need in his eyes—one that I knew matched my own. A need that could never be satisfied by anything other than the wet heat of my omega p***y wrapped around his alpha's thick c**k.

"Let me please you, omega."

And goddess help me, but I wanted to say yes.