His combat boots landed on the floor with a quiet but convincing thud as a warning for her to comply and when she didn't get the message, set himself the task of teach her the rightful place she stubbornly refused to accept.
It was going to take more than he thought. Somewhere between scared and angry, she made a choice and according to her, was the right choice and although wasn't the most rational or the least painful, was the only choice which would allow her to see her reflection in the mirror without feeling devastatingly ashamed.
Her inner voice demanded and screamed…Fight dammit! If you don't fight today, tomorrow other omega will asked why you muffled your screams, why you didn't raised your voice. Do it for Lili, sweet innocent Lili…your poor niece, who inherit your Omega curse. At least, just this once…Be brave.
And, here she stood fighting against not only him but her own nature like she's been doing her whole life but these time danger was real and her fears were personified by someone and not just silly thoughts of what could be, but a certainty chaining her to doom.
Donald studied her face, specifically her eyes and was pleasantly surprise when found a determine stare set there. He loved a good match.
"Unfortunately for ya, I always honor my threats."
Pierce did not give her time to react when easily leaped the big desk and landed right in front of her in an inhuman feline speed motion.
Her mouth open agape with shock at his unreal speed. Molly knew him being a mercenary –the all supreme Reaver leader– which meant that at some point he was a soldier, but this was ridiculous. No man could be this fast, this accurate…maybe she was being too generous by calling him a man, he was more machine than man, more soldier than civilian.
Trained and dehumanized to obviate the collateral effects that any conflict inflicted so accurately on the soul. Not all returning soldiers were heroes, probably none were and maybe that was the only reason why they came back from the horror of war.
Unfit and tainted.
Her father went to war too and she couldn't help but wondered which kind of man would have return if he had return at all, and more often than so, she choose not to answer that question.
Cold metal fingers gently hooked under her chin to aid her shut her gaping mouth, his cold metal touch made her shudder. Molly snapped her chin away from his grasp and glared, a nasty glare than instead of warned him of her displeasure, alerted him of his effect on her.
"Don't touch me." She unpleasantly mumbled. Such an untrue statement only accomplished to put a smug smirk on his face.
Disregarding her entirely, for he actually was more interested in her delicate and feminine features to give too much mind to her irreverent stance. Those lovely cherry lips were getting on his nerves, and his imagination played with the odds, feeling a delicious twinge run down his crotch at the anticipation.
Predatorily bending over, Donald smoothly vocalized.
"I can be very generous if I want to, luv. Sweeter than fucking honey and a thousand times better than any man you have ever been with-"
"I've never been with a man-" Molly let out and fast as a thunder, cut herself midsentence.
The confession of one of her biggest secrets just left her mouth without her permission and it was too late to take it back.
Donald self-muted, unprepared for that knowledge. Not a gasp, not a sound escaped their mouths for a short instant until his lips quirked and questioning eyebrows rose with an unexpected possessive vibe recently seeded inside him. If before he hadn't completely decided the end of the evening, this had sealed her fate with a distinctive seal of approval.
Holly fuck, wasn't this providential!? Someone above must really like his work.
In a short period of time his features drastically change, passing from surprise to mockery, briefly landing in excitement and yearning, to finally settle in amused eagerness. Donald shook his head coming out of his daze and she kept her gaze in her lap, clenching and unclenching her fists, embarrassment painting her face.
"Not that is of your business." She finally mumbled between clenched teeth and a tight jaw. Genuinely annoyed at her stupid brain.
Her sweet voice full of contain ire, dragged him out of his vivid imagination. Her frame spoke miles of how ashamed and angry she felt and he glimpsed a huge opportunity to lean the balance to his favor.
"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin." He chirped, aiming to sooth her but instead his rough accent made it sound more sarcastic than reassuring, adding logs to the growing fire.
The Reaver leader lowered his hand and Molly thought he was trying to touch her. Scooting away by pushing the chair back, could see how he actually reached for the middle drawer of his desk and opening it, took out a toothpick to place it on his lips and stare down at her.
"…I never said there was something wrong," Molly added as she glared at him. Her jaw was going to hurt, he thought amused. She was so tense that he could define the delicate silhouette of her face at a sharp angle.
"Then, why so abashed?" he noted, leaning on his desk as folding his arms over his chest. His biceps thicken with the small tension and Molly hurry to drift her gaze away.
"Because!-" she heatedly shouted standing up from the chair, barely reached his chest level with her eyes but even then her aggressive stance remained. Highly unimpressed, the tough mercenary was unfazed by her precarious rampant stance. Pierce smoothly cocked his head to the side while playing with the thin wood between his teeth.
Wiggling his eyebrows prompting her to continue, her breath stir and her cheeks reddened spreading to her neck.
"It's private! This is the first time we speak since-...ever!… i don't know you…" she emphasized every word with unbreakable determination but at the end of her sentence, shame overcome her and she finished her strong statement in a weak whisper. Realizing how lost she really was, and how grim was her luck.
"And, whose fault is that?" he honestly answered. Lifting one incriminatory eyebrow at her.
"Not mine, you brute." She whined, making him grinned at her miff. "What the hell did you expected? You groped me like an animal in heat-" she went on, half-yelling at him.
"You were in heat." Donald calmly replied. And, sniffing the air around her, he added. "-You are still in heat."
"This" he fanned his hand between them several times to make his point. "Is me being a gentleman."
Molly's sheepishness evaporated at his crude comment. "Oh! Should I thank you for not mounting me against the wall and not to mention, against my will like a fucking beast?!" she finally snapped, feeling positively outraged.
The man in question side glanced at her, reflecting genuine affirmation in his blue orbs. "Mighty sure ya should, darlin'."
"You are unbelievable cynic." She deadpanned. "I have rights, you know! If you had done it… it would have being rape- …something that does not stray far from your nature, I bet," she poisonous spatted aiming for a punch beneath the belt.
"Rape?!" he barked a mean chuckle. "Get over yourself, babe." Pierce mocked letting out a long nasty laugh. "Nah, more like public service" he explained, still sniggering and Molly's brows knitted in irritation.
"Look at how mad you are, sugah. I have stepped on rattlesnakes and lemme tell you, its reaction is less poisonous than yours right now," he affirmed as he poked her forehead with playful metal bumps.
"Being a virgin doesn't make ya dumb…does it?" he pointedly stared at her and she refused to show any reaction. Her poker face almost betrayed her when in a swift motion he moved inches closer, letting his frame bump with her shoulder in an innocent way, to then continue.
"I can smell it, remember?" he smoothly replied, tapping his nose lightly. "You didn't let yar cycle set in correctly and now you're uncomfortable and raging," she was about to interrupt but he lifted his hand, halting her. "That doesn't mean it's over, it means it's coming back with full force and twice as nasty…only, not red flags to warned you this time."
He leaned into her private space and beamed.
"Yar going straight for the begging, sweets."
It only took a moment from Molly's to realize where she was standing, wrath slowly dispelled into worry after his words fully settled in, carrying a truthful statement; her mother made sure to explain it to her more than once in her teen days and part of her adulthood, being that the exact reason why she was always so careful with her cycles and the pills. She had never interrupted a cycle about to begin and now, she was adrift in the unknown with an Alpha that seemed to know more about her body than herself.
Her mind grew restless with every passing minute, the realization turning her into a quivering mess. Her hands found their way to her mouth, covering it as she dived down over the armchair letting her body shrugged into a ball; Molly let her hazel eyes fixed in an invisible point in front of her to then start mumbling erratically.
"What am I going to do? what am I going to do? This place is swirling with alphas.." she kept whispering to herself in the verge of a panic attack.
"Your awfully right, little one." Donald confirmed while nodding his head to emphasize her doom. Closed the distance and crouched in front of her, letting his hands rest in the armrest of the chair to cage her inside.
"Out there are about two hundred aggressive alphas-" he estimated, deliberately exaggerating. His lips created an inverse smile while pretending to think. "Alphas, that are going to smell ya like bloodhounds the second ya step out of this office," his tone was low with warning and she tremble, knowing he wasn't wrong.
She was irremediably trapped inside a nightmare.
"They're gonna go into rut automatically and I'll be unable to stop them," he let out a low whistled and lightly denied with his head. "...surely, they'll break a little thing like you." Just as Donald finished his sinister speech, grabbed a strand of her brown hair to play with it between his fingers enjoying the silky sensation.
Curling her body tighter into the chair, Molly hid her face behind her brown mane and the sobbing started, fear taking hold of her. Molly had never felt so baffled in her life; she wanted to run home and cry in Lori's lap –kind Lori who always knew what to say to make her feel better. Instead, she was trapped in the office of a man who lived on by his reputation as a devil.
Gabriela was so right about him.
There was no mercy inside this man. He was the purest exemplar this world had to offer…mean, despot and utterly indifferent. She was trembling like a leaf, hunched against the chair like a caged animal and he seemed unfazed. She dared said he even looked a little bored.
But if she could read his mind as he easily read hers, she wouldn't be so grim.
Being skeptically honest, this wasn't his primal way of doing things, having to resort to blackmail and manipulation was part of his job, sure it was. But this exact situation wasn't a job, it was far from it, actually it was a life changer. One he believed lost for the likes of him. So, in that careless spirit and justified nature, the end justified the means.
Another alpha would have wonder why he was taking so much trouble to convince her when he could own her right there on the cold floor and give a quick end to the silly charade.
But out of all character excuses he could come up with, the blatant trued was he wanted a dominant knot. Once you made the pair-bond it was forever and the decision was as important to the omega as it was to the alpha; it was difficult to find the right match but once you found it, it was worth it.
He blindly trusted his enhanced instincts and knew, the willing the omega the stronger the bond, once the pair-bond was made he could go back to his usual self, unfortunately for him right now was crucial to woo her to have total control of her later on.
With that in mind, he was willing to be what she needed to achieve his so desire everlasting pair-bond.
Patience wins the race.
His Alpha state set in, protective and soothing in the presence of an omega in distress. His broad chest emitted a soothing purr to relieve her and the tears falling down her cheeks eventually halted and that familiar smell gave her away, Pierce was able to sniff sweet victory.
She was fully entering into cycle and he was more than ready to tend to her.
The scent in the air grew murkier than ever and her warm body emanated a luscious aroma like a flower ready to be pollinated. The naïve nurse trembled when his manly scent hit her again amplified to the tenth power and her eyes rolled back into her skull, overwhelmed.
He kept purring –that asphyxiating and soothing vibration penetrated and destroyed her will– and she weakly moaned curling her toes at the promise of fulfillment.
Her insides were on fire; slick gathered between her legs moistening her underwear and her sex violently pulsated just by the mere fact of having him close.
She scratched the wood under her nails, squeezing her hands tightly in a fail attempt to keep a straight mind but everything went to shit the moment he growled. A deep animalistic growled which made her muscles clenched so hard, she released a painful whine that bend her body forcing her to seek balance by leaning on him, Molly grabbed his broad shoulders looking for some stability, dug her fingers into his warm skin until the pain turned into need.
Sweating and panting made one last attempt to stay away but it was too late, she didn't want to, not anymore. The only logic remaining on her skull was for him to enter her and made the so desired knot, finally ending her calvary. Every part of her being was shouting that he should be caressing her and easing her itch.
An itch he created and now he was responsible for! Do you job, Alpha!
A wolfish grin spread over his features at the sight before him, she was desperate for his touch and craved to be filled with his seed, his patient effort had done the trick.
Burying her nose in his solid chest sniffed several times, seizing the intoxicating aroma he possessed. Erratically rubbing against every bare flesh she could find in her way.
Answering her not so silent prayers, he circled her legs around his torso and cuddled her in his arms carrying her towards the large coach, eager to tend to her. The couch in the middle of his office will do. He dived in the soft cushions, cozily laying down and placed her over his lap straddling him while restricting her eager exploration with his strong grip around her slim waist.
He wanted to set the rhythm but first wanted to deprive her of every single stupid "right" this society wrongly set in her young and naive mind.
Omegas acting as betas for 'safety', hiding and going through their heat cycles in seclusion instead of submitting to an Alpha to break them?! It was utterly ridiculous! Even offensive and this little kitten squirming for milk on his lap, was all this time in front of him hiding in plain sight, laughing at him while deprived him of his right as alpha…he'll teach her the true ways of nature, he will show her how wrong she was at choosing a path of celibacy. How daring of her part with so few Omegas left.
She was definitely in for a wild bond.
Desperate for the lack of friction between their bodies, Molly begin a forceful dance with her hips, smearing her needy area against the zipper of his trousers hoping to plump his lust , her body craved to nest more than ever and he was obnoxiously calmed and composed. Only a soft grin adorning his lips and half-open lids spying with sick amusement.
So irritating, do your job stupid Alpha. Her inner Omega screamed.
Sober Molly was off the picture and Omega Molly was on and to which it respects, she won't be denied of her claim. She snarled at him as a warning and he let out a deep chuckled ignoring her request.
If he refused to interact and deliver, she would take what she needed without his help; if that's how you want to play, let me tell you that I've played this game alone more times than you and I always win she thought highly annoyed.
She felt dissatisfied and wronged.
Molly set pressure on her motions and speed up the rhythm from sensual to wild in matter of seconds, slowly the outline of his cock began to protrude challenging his trousers and unintentionally, helping her goal, sweet release was almost for the grabbing.
She let out a throaty moan and speeded up, she was so close.
Molly rested her hands on his abdomen feeling his toned abs over the fabric and slid her naughty hands under the bothersome shirt stroking the little path of hair on his lower belly which got lost under his pants. Her naïve but eager touch sent shivers down his spine, Donald squeezed his hands around her giving her the hint she was looking for to lean and change the angle, closing her eyes to fully concentrate on her task. Wrongly believing she had control over him, he let her rule under false authority.
While hunting for the right moment, skimmed her face with attentive eyes and when she bit her lower lip –sign of nirvana closing by– like fireworks warning him of her near success, he wickedly lifted her from his crotch denying her release.
Not even breaking a sweat, Donald held her in the air millimeters away from him denying her more rub. Molly growled and cursed, scratching his arms demanding for him to put her down. But her cried landed on deaf ears. Once her growing orgasm vanished and turned into frustration, leaving her at the brink of angry tears, he gently put her down and rewarded her with a cynical grin which drove her mad.
Her cheeks flared with anger and her eyes swamped in angry tears, she had had enough. She wasn't his fucking toy.
"Useless male!" Molly barked and the mercenary under her merely stare.
Hastily, she lowered her left leg from the couch using it as anchor to aid her to pull her body away from him as fast as possible. But not even using all her strength made him flinch, kept his iron hold in her waist rooting her in place without even blinking. She pulled and rustled and eventually, sick of him started to screamed bloody murder.
"Let go! You stupid asshole! Fucking let go!" but he didn't.
"What do you want from me?! First you make promises and then you break them…you are bullshit! I don't want you to be my mate!" her throat felt raw once she finished her tantrum. And, as soon as it ended the purring echoed in the room once more soothing her wounded pride and swollen body.
"Please…stop, just stop." Molly whimpered in a broken tone, a rogue tear slipped down her chin followed by other and then other.
She was confused, he made her feel stupid; perhaps she had misinterpreted all the signals? Did he found her unworthy? Did she lack something? Her sad eyes showed how desperate was for coherence.
He tenderly wiped her tears in his rough palm and a sober grin crept on his face telling her how much of a bastard he was.
Plus, everything she needed to know.
Submission.
That was his demand in exchange for his compliance, irrevocable and freely offered submission.
The little nurse felt utterly abashed when her body mechanically presented to him, all pride and common sense, forgotten. Out of strength and at the edge of insanity, she blatantly yielded without thinking twice. Instincts were instincts after all.