My heart pounds in my chest, my body trembling with the aftermath of his presence. I stare at the door, his words echoing in my mind.
Run, or let this happen.
My legs feel like lead, my feet still throbbing, but the ache between my thighs is stronger. For the first time in my life, I realize I’m not willing to run.
Not from him. Not from whatever this is.
I swallow hard, my lips still tingling from his kiss, and stand.
This time…for once in my damn life…I’m not running.
I dare to accept his invitation.
Let the chips fall where they may.
Primal Instincts
~CARTER~
My heart pounds against my ribs like a caged animal as I stride through Knot Academy's empty halls. Each beat seems to echo her name, a rhythm I can't shake no matter how hard I try.
Elizabeth. Elizabeth. Elizabeth.
Sweet, sexy Abbie…
I rake my fingers through my hair, trying to steady my breathing.
“You haven’t earned the right to call me that.”
I repeat those words again and again in my mind, begging to be worthy of her various standards. All in the name of calling her that.
A fascination in calling her the name her daddy calls her by? I’m fucking mad.
Yet, the idea of her acknowledging me as her Daddy makes my cock twitch and harden immensely.
Fuck.
The lingering taste of her on my lips isn't helping – sweet and potentially lethal, just like her scent. I feel like I’m losing my damn mind, and that’s never a good sign. Just thinking aboutit makes my cock throb painfully against the confines of these ridiculous uniform pants.
Get it together, Giovanni.
But how can I when my entire body is screaming to turn around, go back, and claim what every Alpha instinct is telling me belongs to me?My sinful addiction to an Omega is mine to claim.
I've never lost control like this. Never let an Omega affect me this way. We came here with a plan – find someone suitable, someone safe. Someone who could help us convince the administration we're reformed without complicating things.
Instead, I just kissed the most dangerous Omega in the entire academy.
And holy fuck, what a kiss.
The memory of her yanking me down, taking control like that...
Most Omegas would never dare. They're too caught up in their prescribed roles, too afraid of showing any hint of dominance. But Elizabeth?
She grabbed what she wanted with both hands.
Just like I want to grab and fuck her relentlessly.
"Focus," I mutter to myself, adjusting my tie in a futile attempt to ease the strangling sensation. It's not the tie's fault – it's the primal need coursing through my veins, making everything feel too tight,too constrained.
