At the end of the left corridor Molly visualized her doomed fate. Two large doors –probably to match his huge ego– welcomed her at the distance and without much encouragement headed that way in slow pitiful strides.
Her hands were sweating and a burning scratch in her stomach set in –probably caused by the intense emotions she felt minutes ago. Reaching the huge doors Molly felt utterly anxious but found the courage to deal with the consequences no matter how unfair they were. Took a deep breath and raised her fist to knock on the door just to miss the wood by seconds due to it opened from the inside reveling yet another perfect specimen of the male race…a tall pristine guy with strong arms stretching his black shirt over his muscled torso, came out and almost ran her over.
She believed his name was Macon due to the fact that according to her fellow co-workers, he was one of the finest guards the facility had to offer and the more persistent fact was that he was always lurking around, looking for a new prey to ambush and take back to his nest.
The first thing that caught her eye was the metallic shine coming from under his shirt over his shoulder and which was in fact his shoulder.
The tall man glanced down at her with a questioning look lingering in his eyes and a swift smirk slowly stole his lips. It was the first time they crossed paths, she knew all too well about his reputation and kept sure to be out of his way at all times. But, now standing so close was unable to play dumb, paralyzed by his mere presence. Molly felt as stupid as the nurses she despised so much.
But pushing those shameful and uncharacteristical considerations out of her system, found her voice again.
"I'm here to see-"
"Me, I hope." He cut her midsentence in a voice made of silk and her cheeks glowed with embarrassment. Now, she was sweating from more parts than just her hands.
Inadvertently, a painful cramp made her tilt her head down and squint her eyes which only served encourage him to continue with his provocative stance.
"Don't worry baby, it's the natural reaction to see me." The tough mercenary flirted, pleased with the pretty little nurse and didn't believe hadn't eyed her on his rounds. He was always attentive to the elusive beauties that work in the facility and this one here...was a jewel.
His mind derailed quickly taking a darker course and little Molly shone as the protagonist of his infamous thoughts. For an instant too vivid, felt far too dominant and possessive like if an invisible thread was pulling him to her. The more he stared the more he wanted to pounce on her petite form, Macon draw his hand up reaching for her soft cheek when the deep voice of his commander in chief brought him back from his ungodly path of thoughts.
"Off with ya, Macon."
Pierce's authoritarian voice boomed from inside the office and his fellow subordinate hesitated for a minute too short before obey. He brushed pass her, lightly leaning down to graze her with his torso, aiming to decipher what was drawing him, so fiercely.
Molly remained motionless as he passed but was very aware of his proximity, being able to feel every fiber of his torso as he lightly rubbed against her. But actually what made her feel uncomfortable was the sniffing sound she heard…¿!was he smelling her?!
If the behavior of the previous guards was exaggerated, this one was genuinely psycho bordering in the primitive.
Once he was on his way Molly was still able to feel his stare glued on her, and it was only until she heard his footsteps fade away when felt free to let out a shaky breath and dared raise her eyes only to be met with Donald Pierce's deep gaze focused intensely on her. His ice blue orbs shone with wicked amusement or that was what she thought for it was gone so fast, she could have imagined it.
All it took was a move from his bionic fingers for her to know she had to step inside and deal with a much underserved punishment.
"Close the door behind ya, Miss Jones."
This was the first time she heard his voice since she had start working there and to her dismay his thick southern accent sent a delicious tremor down her stomach and the way her last name rolled out of his tongue made her feel light-headed.
What the hell was wrong with her?! she scolded herself. Put yourself together, woman! she was not –and never will be– part of the fangirl entourage the crude mercenary owned.She was a nurse who took her job and her patients very seriously, not a horny craving female who was eager to welcomed him and sheath him between her legs, like some of her co-workers did ignoring his atrocious ways in favor of a little attention.
Fuck that!
Epically disregarding the strange –and oddly persistent– reactions of her body; stood upright folding her arms behind her back to wait for him to begin his scold.
After what felt like hours of him blatantly ogling her, finally deigned to speak in a surprising friendly tone.
"What can I do for ya, Miss Jones?"
Molly let her eyes rest on the desk while answering. She wanted to keep his invasive gaze out of her line of sight.
"I´m actually not sure why I'm here…" she half-lied knowing well why she was there but even so, in her mind didn't fit the fact that a fault as small as a delay could have cause this uproar and not just a delay but her first one ever. It was ridiculous. They were ridiculous.
"Is that right?"
Her angry trail of thoughts was interrupted by his deep voice and she glanced up furtively to then low her eyes again. He leaned on his chair, tilting it back to lift his boots on the desk and continued.
"Then lemme be of help and remind yar easily forgetful mind," now his tone shed sweet sarcasm.
"According to Sarge, A.K.A 'the asshole'" he glanced at her with a subtle grin slowly tugging at his lips and found her looking down with a furious blush covering her cheeks and quickly spreading to her neck.
"For your reaction, I see ya remember him fondly." He declared and her blush deepened. She could feel him mocking her even when she couldn't see him. What was the point of averting her stare when he had the ability of intimidating her only with his mere words?!
"He vigorously told me about your little tantrum, luv."
The unplace pet name made her rise her stare and apparently that was what he was expecting by using it, her full and unshared attention on him and it worked better than expected. In his experience nurses were easy to read and easier to scold but there was something genuinely out of place about her and his instinct was telling him to dig deeper.
"It's my first delay ever." Molly stated, opting to ignore the misbehaving accusations he throw at her and kept an argument she could use without feeling defeated.
Donald realized she was certainly scared as any unsubordinated nurse would be but more than that, he expected a shaky apology or a simple promise not to do it again but instead received a counterattack. This little statement had taken out a glimpse of her true self, out of her nurse act and now, he was definitely hooked.
The situation –even in his eyes– was ridiculous but it gave him the perfect excuse to keep her in his office without Gabriela making a big fuss out of it. Something about little Molly was setting red flags everywhere and he wanted to know why… was she a mutant hiding under his nose? Maybe a spy? Human rights agent? Resistance supporter? Which was it? ¿Who was she?
Molly grew awfully anxious while waiting for an answer while he seemed to be lost in his own mind dealing with things more important than her.
She came to the conclusion that she had to be patient to avoid any more trouble but his lack of interest –as she saw it– ended up filling her bruised pride. And, as the guards below already witnessed, her moods were a dangerous coin flipped with the minimum of provocation and being there waiting for him to acknowledge her really did it for her. Her mind heated at an impressive speed and unable to hold back the frustration, she finally boomed.
"This is absurd!" Molly barked between clenched teeth while rolling her eyes, her hands abandoned her back with a vigorous shake and her fists tighten in anger.
She was angry and had had enough of these mercenary and their abuse. Molly felt brave enough to turn the table to her favor and felt ready to claim for justice but she underestimated the whole situation and suddenly something paralyzed her whole act, something she wasn't expecting at all…his gaze.
His friendly approach had morphed into a hard façade that promised pain. Molly felt a cold drop of sweat roll down her back and without think twice corrected her attitude letting out a weak "…Sir" to cool off the thin ice she was standing on. Now, she truly felt in a precarious situation.
"…I'm highly aware of that…" Donald evenly replied and his gaze returned to its initial state. To her luck, he had taken a blind eye to her fit of rage.
Lazily folding his arms over his stomach let her assimilate his words.
That answer was the last thing Molly expected. Why was she there then? Her mind was quickly rolling to the worst… was he going to fire her just for call one of his men asshole!? All was her fault…she knew how much she needed the job and still retaliated against a guard, stupid! stupid! stupid!...Molly cursed herself letting a wave of nausea and a fit of angst take hold of her which she felt desperate to hide under fake serenity.
The last thing she wanted was to burst into tears in front of him. Keep it together, Jones. Don't you dare to cry and give him the pleasure of see you weak. Clamping all her feelings inside slowly manage to calm down.
"With all due respect, Sir." she emphasized the 'Sir'. "Why am I here?" Molly dared to ask. Her big eyes drank every expression the peculiar leader made trying to decipher his real intentions.
"Isn't it obvious?...you are a smart girl or at least that's what Gabriela always claims." A cynical gesture took hold of his features lowering the tension from time bomb to firecracker. But, she couldn't quite catch the meaning behind his words and her face mirrored it.
"Nothing? really Molly? Let's start by discarding things that doesn't fit in this scenario, shall we?" he explained letting out a genuine smile for the first time. Deep dimples made an appearance in his cheeks and Molly's insides painfully clench at the boyish smile he displayed so naturally.
For a sporadic second Molly understood the other nurses and their sick obsession for the heartless leader. It was easy to ignore cruel manners in favor of such fitting and overpowering masculinity which made you weak in the knees.
A whisper on the back of her head warned her about something very important she was overlooking but was so fixed in the actual moment she didn't take the time to pay attention.
Donald abandoned his seat making the chair bounce a little with the spontaneous action and went around the desk to stalk her. Every step taken towards her made her want to back away but her pride forced her to stay put.
A step away from her, halted and cracked his neck to then glanced down and cock his head to the side showing her a sideway smirk effectively making her blush on the spot. He knew how his presence affected others –specifically the female population– and he blatantly use it in his favor.
Molly was restless, for some weird reason she wasn't her usual self, something was off. She had been working there for a year and a half and this had never happened to her before. All the nervousness and anxiety…
She admitted there was never such a close encounter since Gabriela was the one who dealt with him but still her body was acting strange.
Why was he affecting her so much?!
Molly's body involuntarily reacted to his proximity by hunching her shoulders, trying to become smaller than she already was. The intimidating wave emanated by him was suffocating her and the way his eyes were fixed on her made her feel like a doe seized by a lion.
"Nice boots, are they of any brand in particular?"
Out of nowhere, he snooped. His sapphire stare never leaving her puzzled hazel orbs.
Unwitting, she clicked together the heels of the boots and glanced down breaking eye contact, unsure of how to answer the odd question. She was on the edge due to the proximity and her brain couldn't form a straight line of thoughts.
She denied with her head as weakly replied.
"I don't know, maybe…these are my sister's."
"Suits ya." He quickly retorted. His sharp gaze still locked on her.
Fearing her body to do something as humiliating as fainting or worse...sigh. Molly took a step back followed by him taking a step forward.
Looking for a quick way out, accumulated as much courage as she could conjure to ask him to step away but her words were beaten by him stepping even closer making the tip of her nose brushed with his shirt.
So close to him smelled the sweet but fresh aroma he emanated and it sent her in a delirious trip which attacked her every sense.
Involuntarily –as her body now seemed to rule itself. Closed her eyes shut to better appreciate him…cooper, forest wood and honey with lemon. It was hypnotic and it made her want to glue her nose and inhale deeply until her lungs exploded.
Another painful cramp attacked her mercilessly and Molly managed to control the ragged breaths threatening to escape her tight lips, and putting herself together at the last moment, backed away.
"Is everything ok, luv?" his words came out tender from his rough mouth and his flesh hand found his way into her hair, swiftly tangling inside her brown mane. Donald pulled out a strand and brought it up to his nose. He sniffed carefully.
Knew something was off and sensed it the moment she stepped inside his office. Macon, did too and his fellow Reavers down below, did too; Sarge, his second in command, usually controlled and neat wasn't exactly the kind of guy who gets exalted with so little provocation and on the phone sounded at a brink of a nerve attack. So, obviously the girl had something special, something out of the ordinary that was driving his troops crazy.
And, he suspected he knew what it was but needed to collect more data just to be sure.
His refined sense of smell detected something extra; first, he thought she might be dangerous, a mutant hiding at plain sight was what ring the louder bell but the idea left his mind the more she spoke, quivering words weren't the signature mark of a nefarious mutant or a spy…so, he pushed her buttons to lurked deeper and her tight close eyes and self-muted moans finally betrayed her.
"You still with me, Molly?" the way her name drawled out in that husky tone shoot right between her legs, full of pleasant promises and a wave of warm slick drenched her underwear swelling her sex enticingly, saturating the air around them.
The air change and now he was certain of what he thought a rumor.
A drop of sweat slipped between her breast reaching her navel and the simple action felt marvelous. That was when it hit her, ¡Oh no! that was what was happening..
How did she miss the signs?! Her mind fired up an alarm. The painful cramps, the alluring lust, the fucking intense sense of smell…her mistake and big mistake it was.
In the rush to get to work, she had forgotten to take her heat suppressants and her hormones were acting freely on her omega brain. She was about to enter into rut in the middle of the office…her worst nightmare was about to come true and it was her own fault, how did she passed that over!?
There was still time but only if she acted fast. At least, this explained the closeness between them and the sniffing from the previous guard and the proximity of the first guard. Thankfully, she could now stop scolding and hating herself for acting so strange around him.
He screamed dominant Alpha from every fiber of his body.
Molly silently prayed for him to continue to ignore her hormonal statement. Quickly apologized and got ready to flee preferring to deal with the consequences of a worse punishment than to be discovered in broad daylight in front of a powerful Alpha.
But her flight was frustrated by his cold metal grip on her forearm pulling her back in place. Her back adhered to his hard chest like the matching piece of a puzzle and felt him sank his nose in her brown mane to then take a solid sniff. Her enticing scent saturated him to the point of ecstasy and the blue on his eyes was devoured by his growing pupils as he growled, deep and low, sending a frantic shiver down her spine making her sex involuntarily react and swell to the point of pain.
Molly's ragged breath finally abandoned her parted lips and shutting her eyes prayed for a way out. But she could not glimpse one, she has presented herself as an omega and he has acknowledged her, there was no turning back from there.
"Omega."
He labeled in a guttural tone close to a snarl but deeper and her body tremble against his, letting him know how right he was.
"Sweet, sweet Omega…" he chanted against her ear bathing her lobe with his hot breath. He started nibbled at her earlobe and out of her control her body pressed against his letting a gentle sway set a delirious slow rhythm between them.
Molly felt his cold metal hand slide up her inner thigh and lift her skirt unceremoniously, the rude act broke the trance and let a windy air of reason held down the vaporous and sensual desire to mate, enabling her to fight her instincts.
Her ragged breath normalized a little and her face burnt with embarrassment at the way she let him ravage her so freely.
"No, stop, please." She begged between suffocated moans.
"Why should I?"
"You're wrong about me. It's the spring...m-makes the entire women hormonal. I'm a Beta."
Molly shamelessly lied; spilling out the first excuse that came to mind but her words coming out between broken moans wasn't helping her cause. He wasn't stopping and every time she unplugged one of his hands from her skin, other took its place. Squeezing and caressing as if trying to set her on fire. Even when she tried to pull completely away from his hold, he pulled away with her not letting their hips disengage.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire." Donald chanted. "You can't hide your essence from me…you are about to enter into estrous cycle, luv." He gently lifted her chin up to bury his head in the crook of her neck and started shaping it with feathery kisses. His golden hair fell on her face due to the position and her pride refused to acknowledge it felt better than silk over her skin.
"…And, I'm going to be the one to help you break it properly, little one." He circled her tender neck with his calloused fingers and squeezed hard enough to send the message.
Mine.
Molly fell in denial fighting back the tears from spilling out of her eyes at his words full of promises her inner omega longed for but she found utterly repugnant.
Fucking Omega state! So easily broken by a good smelling Alpha. She constantly cursed herself in the back of her mind.
Her whines grew in sound and pity. She was in distress…so, he change the tune making his growl morphed into a soft purred to soothe the wounded Omega in his arms. This wasn't his first omega but the overpowering scent she possessed told him she would be his last.
"Shhh…calm down, mah sweet." His soft voice was like velvet caressing her stressed mind.
"'M going to tend to all yar needs…even the ones you ignore," he promised and started to rock her gently in his arms. Soothing her with his melodic purr rumbling through his chest directly into her shaky frame, sending a pleasurable vibration down her core, making her feel safe. "And, when you're ready we will pair-bond, sweet Molly." After lots of purring, she finally yielded.
Donald analyzed her and when her brow smoothed and her face reflected only harmony judged her ready for the next step.
Easy as if carrying a child, lifted her petite body from the ground and placed her gently over his shoulder.
He needed to be smooth if didn't want to undo the drowsy fog in which he had place her. He started walking to his desk in light measured strides when a reflex move from Molly catapulted her knee into the mouth of his stomach taking his air out. Donald lightly bent down at the unsuspected motion and trying to hold Molly, grabbed her from the bottom delivering in the sudden act, a hard spank against her naked skin. The hard slap on her skin brought Molly out of the daze and her senses emerged alarmed and ready to fight him. She started launching punches and kicks at his chest and back, struggling to break free but it was like hitting steel.
Screams and curses erupted from her as blood out of a wound and he seemed almost amused. Every step took felt like a defeat to Molly, she wasn't able to stop him and despair was beginning to break her. She felt lost to be used as a flesh sex doll.
If she let this happen, he would claim her as his, alpha and Omega. A force pair-bond with an Alpha who only seek to claim not to love, she would be just other marred scar on his skin…one with him, forever.
No! No! No!…this could not be happening, so many years being extremely careful. All the money spent on suppressant drugs will go to waste. Reality was a bitch and she felt like crying while being carried on the shoulder of a man who only knew by sight…waiting to be fertilized and possessed to his liking. Like a caveman bringing his prey to the cave. She hated the Alphas so much…abusive despicable, they were.
Donald glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and shook his head at her foolish fighting display. He was just doing what was natural and she was being irrational. In time everything will fall in place, he thought as he got rid of all the things on top of his desk and ignoring her protests took off his coat and covered the cold surface, to then –as gently as she allowed him– deposit her on top. Molly fell unceremoniously on the hard wood and he only shrugged his shoulders letting out what sounded like an apology but she couldn't be too sure for it was quite pitiful.
"It was your own fault." He easily stated, and Molly threw him a hateful stare to then rub her lower back. Donald's eyes steadied on her and a cocky smile slowly curled his lips.
"I definitely like what I'm seeing."
Molly did not liked one bit, the way he was ogling her. Finding out her skirt had rolled over her thighs and her legs were exposed due to the nasty fall. She did her best to cover from his intense gaze and while trying to lower her skirt her hand brushed her panties and her eyes rounded at how soaked they were. She felt herself blush and could almost feel his smirk grow wider.
"That's about right, luv. Guess who's ready for a little fucking." He intoned in a raspy but certainly cocky tune, knowing exactly what was on her mind.
Pierce was more than aware of what she needed and he could easily –if not, extensively– provide. The sight of her so ready for him only served to send a pang of pain down his crotch forcing him to try his luck by making a move to test the waters. Donald aimed to graze her leg, being welcomed by her furious bared fangs in a menacing way. Her more primitive instincts taking hold of her.
"If you touch me, I'll scream!" She threatened.
A lopped side grin curved his lips and he let out a humorless laugh. Her threats were like silly jokes to him and she knew it, she had already heard the muffled cries of the poor children and adolescents this beast tortured in the name of science on a daily basis and neither the police nor anyone else had come to aid them. And, as divine punishment, she felt deserving of everything about to happen to her, for not doing something to help those poor souls and only profit from their pain.
Shame on you, Molly. For shame.
While Molly enrolled in a guilt trip, Donald scanned her with his ice blue stare, adopted a relaxed posture putting his hands inside his pockets just to give the delusion of calm and waited. He was not an animal and least of all, a brute, he had self-control and had it well trained. Being an alpha on this era wasn't a piece of cake.
From the moment he smell her knew was his and nothing would change his mind...not even her liberal ridiculous ideas. Omegas were scarce and out of the sudden, one arrived at his door. It would be stupid to deny such strike of luck.
And he wasn't known for being a stupid man.
On the other hand, her reaction was extremely natural with all the new rights for omegas making them feel undignified just by an innocent wink. Society had turned alphas into the number one enemy. Wrongly misunderstanding their natural need to protect and unify, and twisting it into abuse and domination. There was no doubt why they were seen as the enemy, nobody wants to be subdued, and nobody was. It was just a misunderstanding in the natural order.
As he saw it, was just a whim.
Sweet tender Molly needed to understand her place, she will submit in one way or another and he will claim her as his. Period. That was how nature worked.
Try to fight it was like try to breath water…plain stupid.
Pierce licked his dry lips and let his mind fly. For now on, her only obligation would be to tend to him…and him to her, of course.
Self-confident and aware of her weak and promptly breakable state of mind dared to reply in a deep unquestionable playful baritone.
"Yes, ya´ll scream but let's not go there just yet."
Grinning at her finally turned around, hands still inside his pockets and strode away giving her space to feel safe.
Immediately, Molly rolled off the desk and crouched on the opposite side from where he was, not losing sight of him, started searching among the things he discarded from his desk looking for a weapon and had to settle with a letter opener as the closest option. Hid it between the folds of her uniform and readied her mind to use it as a last stance.
Molly didn't feel ready to kill a person, not even in self-defense. Guilt would eat her alive but was certainly ready to wound him in the worst case scenario. She knew she had to be strong and give her best to escape the horrible chances ahead of her, but killing…killing was so out of her comfort area it was almost invisible for her to pond on the idea.
A metallic 'click' sound echoed in the quiet room making her peek her head out from behind the desk and her eyes widen with worry, and lips pursed onto noticing he had locked them inside the office and set the key in an upper shelf, out of her reach.
Damn it!
A foreign sense of anger mixed with dread crept inside her chest blaming her for getting into this mess but the worst feeling of all, the feeling that was really killing her and making her feel ashamed, was the hint of excitement that ran through her body every time she eyed him.
It was like if his body was calling her. His strong torso and thick thighs were now tattooed in her mind, the way his uniform framed his body was almost erotic and his rough feline features weren't helping at all. The heat irradiated by her skin was suffocating and the sinful smell he casted was slowly shredding away the will to resist the urge, to let him do his job. Her hormones were having a pool party inside her mind. And, she felt like an outsider in her own body.
Pestering her mind for go that path, set herself to stay focus…she has to try her best and use the training Lori helped her developed over the years in case this exact circumstance occurred. Analyze, develop and engage was Lori's mantra during her lessons and she could almost swear her conscience sometimes had Lori's voice but nevertheless she set to analyze her options. Her heat cycle was upon her, the scent in the air was a clear sign but she was still her own, although time was against her.
She feared the fact that once the cycle started and set a pace, none training and none drug could prevent her hormones to rule and in that shameful circumstance, she'll lose control and beg him to breed her, something she wouldn't be able to live with. It was the last thing she wished for.
Maybe, just maybe she could reason with him. It was a far option but the maybe's were the only options, she had left.
Be smart! She thought, he is as affected as you by his primitive instincts, fool him. Make him crave for more than just the knot, promise him compliance and submission and when he lowers his guard, you knock him out and escape. Her optimistic spirit was hard to let down, so…she started her weak attempt of a plan.
Using the sweetest and most melodic tone she could cast, began her last attempt for freedom.
"Mr. Pierce.." she called and was eagerly ignored by him. He was too occupied arranging fabrics in different places where he wanted to fuck her, so she tried again louder and sweeter.
"Donald."
The mention of his name stopped him cold, making his head craned in her direction.
Attack his sense of leadership and rightness, she cleverly planned.
"Mr. Pierce, we work together and it's extremely unprofessional what is happening-" the corner of his mouth quirked up, amusement bordering mockery menacing to blurt out of him in waves and she hasten to change her tactic. Apparently, he didn't have the usual parameters a leader should.
"W- What I really mean is, this place isn't appropriate to make the pair-bond…" heat bloomed across her cheeks and choking down her pride, she forced herself to continue.
"A more appropriate place would be your bed."
He slightly gaped at her sudden change but easily recover narrowing his eyes to then display a satisfied smile, she wrongly interpreted as success.
Guessing her intentions, decided to play along to appease her foolish hopes. He gave a subtle sniff and detected the air saturated with hormones, he just needed to be patient and she'll end up asking and squirming on the floor for sweet release.
This plight here…was a good warm up before the main event.
So, he bit.
"I'm listening…" his accent was intentionally deeper and huskier and her knees took the hit. Shivers running up and down making her less than comfortable.
"I really want to do it the right way...in a comfortable place to nest privately and uninterrupted…maybe, a place like your bedroom," doing her best to sound resolute, she slip over his chair taking a seat on the edge to then start combing her hair with her fingers and braid it, desperate to send a 'composed and ok with the whole situation ' picture.
At first, she thought it wasn't working due to the way he was looking at her, indifferent and cold, but after some tense minutes finally spoke.
"You know…I think ya are absolutely right."
He mirthfully granted stretching his shoulders and mirroring her position, took a sit on the couch across from his desk and lifted his boots on the edge of the small table in front.
Molly felt like cheering but instead kept a poker face for her act to work. She mistakenly felt in control and worst, at advantage. He was baiting her with all the signs she wanted to see, Pierce actually seemed less possessive and more entertained at peaking at his metal hand than her and that made her think, that her hours and hours of training were giving fruits.
Lori will be so proud of her, she thought happily.
While Molly daydreamed; Donald sided glance at her and seeing her joy decided to counterattack just to bring more sparks into their crafty exchange. His fingers started drumming on the empty spot next to him, motioning for her to come closer. Molly's hesitance almost made him smile but instead, added sweeter bait.
"C'mere Molls, let's talk this out."
He seemed genuinely open to talk and if so, she should be going to his side as quick as possible before he changed his mind. Molly set to go when the counterpart of that idea invaded her mind...what if he's pretending? And he just wants you to come close to finish what your stupid mating cycle started?
Donald spied her from his spot with attentive eyes. Crossed one leg over the other to look as harmless as possible and witnessed how she was about to fall into his little ruse...so close, but something rooted her in place. She looked doubtful and he loved every minute of it.
Molly was taking too long, and even when he considered himself a patient man, hated to feel bored. So, he added more wood to the fire. Being was well aware this was just the anteroom for the main function, and already knowing himself the winner. Didn't matter what he said, she was already his. He was going to press all her buttons just for fun.
"I won't bite…at least not yet," a toothy grin grazed his face and she wisely opted to stay put.
"I'm comfortable here, thanks." She objected politely, playing with her braid.
"Aww but I insist, if we are gonna mate we ought to know each other, don't we?"
The way the word 'mate' came out if his mouth made her feel filthy, not as the sacred act it should be but as a consummation of his manhood over the rest. Bonding and nesting was a sacred ritual supposedly drenched of love and passion, not a game, not a farce; he wasn't worth to be called Alpha if he didn't understand that.
Donald toothy grin morphed into a cheeky one just as he caressed the empty spot next to him, tapping it gently with his fingers.
Molly's unsettledness was palpable; her gaze darted from him to the rest of the room, measuring the consequences of closing the distance by mere choice. She wasn't sure, not like in the beginning…when she thought she control the exchange between them, now wasn't so sure, was he really falling into her trap or was she falling into his?
His darkened sapphire eyes met her hazel ones and she averted her gaze away, revolted.
Out of nowhere, his mouth curved up into a nasty snarl and his relaxed posture changed abruptly. Molly glimpsed something dangerous lurking behind his 'civilized' intentions and pointedly denied her head for him to understand where they stood.
He did not like it one bit.
She wasn't allowed to deny him anything and least of all his natural right to own her; changing his mind again, turned back on his primal alpha maximum volume just for her to truly understand where they stood.
"I'm not gonna ask twice, doll." His threat came out in a low menacing growl and the seriousness flaunted send cold shivers down her spine.
Molly nervously nibbled at her bottom lip, realizing the awful trued. He wasn't falling into her trap, he was setting himself to do whatever he wanted and was only offering her crumbs of hope to keep her appeased until her heat fully burst.
Actually, her only real choice was…you want it the hard way or the easy way.