I rubbed myself faster, my eyes glued to the packs and how they fucked their omegas. The men were easily a foot taller than the omegas, and that made me think of Anders and his impossible stature.
I shouldn’t, but the moment his face came to my mind, I cried and pushed my fingers inside, fucking myself a little harder. How would it be to have Anders and Per like this? To take one cock in my mouth and another in my pussy?
They must be at least twenty-five years older than me, but in my fantasy, they didn’t care. If anything, our age gap made it hotter, and they would fuck me harder. My orgasm was coming so fast, I could feel it as it stretched over my body, and my limbs shook with its power. Yet before I could fully enjoy, a hand closed over my throat, and my head was pinned to the wall as a man I had never seen before growled in front of me.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Chapter Six
Sven
Curses flew from my mouth the moment I looked up at the sky and saw the northern lights. My work was my only distraction from this miserable life. In the years since I realized we wouldn’t be matched with an omega, I became an expert at pushing my head into work and letting nothing get in my way. Itwasn’t a hard task, since being a doctor took a lot of my time. I just happened to push harder than necessary.
Today was just another day when the clock struck six o’clock, yet I made no move to leave. My patients knew this already, so I wasn’t surprised when I found them lined up at the practice after hours.
They came to me for every reason, knowing I took every complaint to heart. I’d gleefully listen to them as long as I didn’t need to come home and look at my pack brothers and the emptiness of our lives.
When every patient left and I had nothing else to do, I dragged my feet to my car and drove to our small hidden village. When the northern lights lit the sky, I almost turned back. I knew what was waiting for me. It happened every time the lights hit, a show of what we will never have. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the wheel, but in the end, I decided to keep going and avoid the main square.
My plan worked perfectly. I didn’t see anything coming through the back of the house, but the second I opened the doors, the perfume hit me. It was so strong I stumbled back, and I had to hold on to the car so I kept upright. It smelled like sweet spices, cinnamon, and anise star, nothing like the omegas in the village. I took a long breath, letting my lungs fill with the scent, and I knew this was coming from an unmated omega. It was too strong, too powerful. My feet pounded over the fresh grass, and I followed my nose, pursuing the mythical creature I hadn’t seen in twenty years.
I found her by the house, her back plastered to the wall, her eyes drinking up the packs, and her hand between her legs. My mouth watered with her perfume. I shook myself, concentrating on her profile—the gentle nose, the full cheeks, and the small chin. My gaze dropped down to her full breasts and soft belly, shapely legs showing off muscles as she balanced herself on theballs of her feet. I had never seen her before, but what were the chances of an omega arriving at my doorstep on a night like this?
The rational part of me ceased to exist when I tasted her perfume in the air for the first time. The animal caged in my soul growled at her presence, and at once, I crowded her with my much larger body, my hand closing on her neck while I spat the words,“Who are you?”
I squeezed her windpipe, something a doctor with my years of experience shouldn’t do, yet instead of showing fear in her bright eyes, she licked her lips. “Who are you?”
My hand gripped her throat harder, and she whined, yet surprisingly, her hand didn’t stop. The hand between her legs only worked harder when I strangled her, a soft whimper escaping her full lips. My cock was impossibly hard and pressing against my zipper, but I couldn’t stop whatever it was from happening.
Her skin was hot under my palm, her body alone was a source of heat, but I wasn’t thinking straight. Instead of forcing her to answer my question, I shoved her leggings down and slapped her hand away, replacing it with my own fingers. She was soaked and hot, and when she cursed, it was in a language I didn’t know, but I knew it was a curse by the filthy way she spat it.
“You’re soaked. Watching the packs in their sacred moment.”
“I’m feeling very sacred myself.” She arched an eyebrow. “Fuck me with your fingers now.”
She was a demanding little thing, and the first person in twenty years to force a chuckle out of me. “And then you’ll suck my cock?”
“All the way down, big boy.” She smiled.
“Fuck,” I hissed, and desire dripped from between my lips.
Her perfume was strong. It was powerful when it grabbed me by the neck, dominating. In the back of my mind, the sensible Sven screamed and asked all the questions I should be asking.
Who was she? What was she doing here? How was she possible?
None of those questions seemed important at that moment when I turned her around and pressed her front to the wall, exposing her backside to me. She was exquisite with her legs parted, waiting for me. I buried my nose in the crook of her neck. She was so sweet. I tasted her sweetness on my tongue. I was light-headed with desire. She was dangerous, a hallucination. When the thought entered my mind, I suddenly knew it must be true. I was probably back at my office, dreaming about an impossible omega with the sweetest scent known to man.
“Quick, I need to come so bad,” she pleaded, throwing me a look over her shoulder.
She didn’t need to ask me twice. I pushed two fingers into her pussy, groaning when I felt how deliciously tight and hot she was. We moaned in unison, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vise, and I worked her in and out, wishing it was my cock that was deep inside her.
“I’m going to come,” she announced.
My eyes flickered from the perfect view of her ass to her hands splayed over the yellow wall. Her fingernails scratched the paint as I went even deeper and found a place that had her moans frantic. She pushed her ass into my hand, and I thrust my fingers into her, finding a rhythm that made her meow like a cat.
Curses flew from her beautiful lips, so filthy that they drove my desire into a high I couldn’t take anymore. She pulsed around me, coming and spasming, gripping my fingers, and I knew right then I had to make her do that again but around my cock.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I said roughly, milking her orgasm. “I want to make you come again.”
