Not when my body reacts like this to his voice, his scent, the electric draw of him. I hold myself together with stubborn force, words sharp on my tongue. “Isn’t that the same? To an Omega, it would still be forced? We can’t fight our instincts against an Alpha.” The look he gives me is molten, feral. And before I can blink, he is everywhere, pinning me down. A gasp escapes my lips as he pushes me onto the mattress.
The breath rushes from my lungs in a dizzying wave as his mouth crashes against mine, relentless and consuming. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can do is feel the heat of him, the sharp edge of panic tangles with a dangerous thread of something else, something darker and more traitorous, my own desire and instincts.
His tongue slips past my lips, and my heart skitters wil
