Chapter 18
The voice of the alpha dangling Rafe in the air was deep and low with an Australian accent. As if Rafe were a sack of groceries, the behemoth hauled him into the room and deposited him, bare ass first, on the cold table top. The man took a step back to examine his prize and smacked his lips. “I’ve been waitin’ a long, long time for an omega like you.”
Stunned, Rafe took a breath, preparing to demand the hulking alpha back off, only to have the man place one hand behind Rafe’s neck and the other covering his lips and nose.
“I’ll let you know when I want your mouth open.”
Held fast, Rafe struggled and tore at the attacker’s hands until he was faint from panic and lack of oxygen. He might as well have been fighting a brick wall. Black dots floating in his field of vision, he fe
