Page 124 of The Omega Princess
“How long have you thought this?”
“I don’t know.” I scooted down on the seat, feeling sulky now. I wasn’t even really sure where the emotion was coming from. “Off and on, I guess, I’d think about it, but only after I was with Rohan. I used to wonder if that was why I couldn’t knot for omegas, because I couldn’t be the alpha with you.”
He was quiet.
I glanced at him.
“I can’t submit to you.” Now, he sounded sulky. “Look, I never… with anyone either. I’ve tried, I guess, done all kinds of fucked up things with lots of bad people, but everything with my alpha always felt like… like whatever you said, sparks and friction and butting heads. Until Rohan. So, maybe it’s not anything with us. Maybe Rohan just has this gift for being whatever it is a person needs, you know? Maybe he fills whatever role he’s supposed to. Maybe it’s Rohan.”
I considered that. “Well, then, you have to help me get him back. Because he hates me, and you’re making him hate me.”
“I’m not doing anything with that. You took Rohan for granted for years. You shut him out and took everything he’d give you and never gave him anything back, and that’s not about me.”
“Right,” I said sarcastically. “But you, you’re so very giving with Rohan. I mean, you’re not taking advantage of him.”
He grimaced.
I knew I’d struck a nerve.
“I don’t have anything to give anyone,” said Sinclair. “Nothing at all.”
“Maybe you don’t,” I said.
His nostrils flared.
I turned to face him, my alpha rearing up in the way it did around him. It had been about our words before, but it was going instinctive now, and I was going to force him into submission if it killed me.
He snarled, undoing his seat belt, and lunged for me.
I was still buckled in.
It wasn’t fair. I put a hand in his face, pushing him away.
He dug his finger into my shoulder.
We wrestled like that, like two little boys grappling in the mud, for long, interminable moments. We were barely making noise, both just pushing at each other, letting out little grunts every couple minutes.
He bit my fingers.
I recoiled, swearing.
He came in, face looming over mine.
We were both growling now, baring our teeth at each other.
He swooped in, mouth open, and he bit my lower lip.
It hurt and it turned me on, and I bit back.
And then we were kissing, kissing with teeth, scraping our canines over each other’s tongues for some extended period of violence.
Until we both broke apart, gasping.
There was blood trickling out of one side of my mouth. I licked at it.
He let out a shuddering breath and flung himself off me.
I undid my seat belt, wiping at the blood on my mouth, and pinned him to the other side of the car.
