"Why did you stop?"

Dorrent’s voice was a dark, rumbling rasp that vibrated directly against Jannah’s skin. The sheer heat radiating from his broad, uncovered chest was staggering, pinning her in place as his hands anchored her waist. The volatile scent of his alpha scent and awakened rut wrapped around her, suffocating the last remnants of her rational thought. She was trapped in the iron cage of his arms, her back pressed against the solid wood of the wardrobe, every inch of her body trembling from the terrifying, dangerous intensity in his eyes.

"I—I was tired," Jannah whispered, her voice cracking under the immense, suffocating pressure of his gaze. Her small hands were pressed against his rock-hard pectorals, feeling the rapid thumping of his heart beneath the dampness of his skin. "My fingers... they’re sore."

Dorrent’s jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in his cheek as he processed the words. His abdomen was still burning, a violent, agonizing ache throbbing deep in his lower belly, demanding the release she had so abruptly taken from him. He had spent years in the dark, cold wasteland of his affliction, and now that he had tasted the heat of the only physician who could rouse him, he refused to go back to the numbness. He refused to let her pull away when his blood was boiling and his body was screaming for more.

"Sore?" Dorrent growled, his voice dipping into a low, husky register that sounded more like an animal claiming its territory than the cold, calculating CEO she had been hired to treat. "You think you’re tired, little omega? You have no idea what real fatigue is. Not when my body is burning up from the inside out because you dared to stop."

Before Jannah could pull back or try to wiggle out of his grasp, his hand moved from her waist, his long fingers fumbling with the hem of her clothes. Jannah let out a small, terrified gasp, her hands coming up to bat at his wrists, her omega instincts screaming at her to resist the touch of the alpha who had destroyed her family.

"Don’t, please," she whimpered, twisting her body, trying to put distance between them. "Don’t do this. I’m just here to—"

"You’re here to heal me, aren’t you?" he cut in, his voice thick, rough, and dripping with raw desire. "You said it yourself, Jannah. A physician must finish what they start. You awakened this in me. You brought me to the edge. Now you have to take me the rest of the way."

His hand ignored her feeble struggles, sliding down the curve of her hips with an unbearable, deliberate slowness. His fingers found the fabric of her skirt, pushing it aside with a rough, impatient motion that made the silk tear slightly against her skin. The raw strength in his hands was undeniable; he was an S-tier alpha, a predator whose power had been unleashed, and her small, delicate frame was nothing against his overwhelming force.

Jannah’s breath hitched in her throat as his fingers bypassed her undergarments and pressed directly against the damp, heated center of her body.

A sharp, uncontrollable gasp slipped past her lips, a high, melodic sound that echoed loudly in the quiet room. She was boiling. She had been trying to ignore the way her body had been betraying her, the way the simple sight of his magnificent, muscular chest and the heavy musk in the room had been affecting her since she stepped into the bedroom. But now, under his touch, the reality was impossible to deny.

She was soaking wet.

The hot, slick wetness was already seeping through her clothes, dripping down the insides of her thighs, a clear and undeniable testament to how much her omega body craved the ruthless alpha. Jannah hated it. She despised her own weakness, the way her treacherous body betrayed the memory of her parents and the hatred in her heart, but her core was clenching, desperate for more of his touch.

Dorrent felt the slick heat coating his fingers, a rich, floral nectar that smelled of wild omega scent and unadulterated arousal. He pulled his hand away, the movement slow and deliberate, and brought his fingers up to his face, letting his dark gaze lock onto her flushed, ashamed face. The glistening fluid was smeared across his skin.

He looked at it with a dark, teasing smirk, his eyes glowing with an intense triumph.

"Look at this, little omega," Dorrent purred, his voice dropping into a register so dirty and intimate it made her knees buckle. "You try to act so cold, you try to act like you’re not affected by me, but your body tells a completely different story. Look at how wet you are for me. Soaking wet, just from me touching you."

Jannah squeezed her eyes shut, a tear of shame and frustration welling up in the corner of her eye. Her cheeks burned a furious, unbearable crimson as she turned her face to the side, trying to hide from the humiliating sight.

But Dorrent wouldn’t let her escape. His free hand reached up, gripping her chin with gentle but unyielding force, turning her face back to his.

"Open your mouth, Jannah," he commanded, the husky, rough vibration of his voice demanding complete submission.

She parted her lips slightly, whether out of shock or terror she didn’t know, and before she could close them, Dorrent brought his cream-covered finger to her lips. He pushed the damp, slick finger past her lips, commanding her to lick and taste herself.

"Taste how much you want me," he whispered, his hot breath washing over her face as his finger probed against her tongue. "Lick it off. Sucking on it, omega. Show me how much you enjoy the thought of my body inside you."

Jannah’s omega instincts, overridden by the intense, heady pheromones of the S-tier alpha, took control. She obeyed his command, her small tongue darting out to lick the slick, floral cream from his finger. She began to suck at his finger, the taste of her own wetness mixing with the salty, earthy musk of the alpha, sending a jolt of liquid heat straight to her core. Her vagina clenched hard, the wetness sliding down her legs in a hot, continuous stream as she whimpered into his skin.

"Good girl," Dorrent rasped, the praise low, dirty, and incredibly intoxicating as he withdrew his finger, his eyes dilated with lust.

With his other hand, he grabbed her waist with a tight, possessive grip, yanking her closer until her soft, damp part was pressed directly against the heavy, throbbing ridge of his erection.

Jannah gasped at the impact. The blistering heat of his member, hard and pulsing through the thin layer of her remaining clothes, sent a shockwave of pleasure through her entire nervous system. It felt incredible, a solid pressure that made her omega instincts shriek and curl. She writhed slightly against him, the friction driving the itch in her lower belly to an unbearable, maddening height.

"Feel that?" Dorrent murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive shell of her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Feel how hard I am for you? Feel how badly my cock wants to slide inside your hot core?"

His hands moved quickly, tearing at her remaining pants, the fabric giving way with a soft rip as he pushed her clothes down her thighs. He aligned the thick, heavy, and throbbing length of his cock directly at her entrance, the tip sliding around the slick, swollen folds, manipulating her wet, heated opening with an expert, deliberate slowness that made her whimper. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He didn’t thrust inside. Instead, he teased the sensitive entrance, rubbing the slick, boiling length up and down her core, driving her insane with the agonizing, slow friction. Jannah’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into the solid muscle as she panted, her chest heaving, her eyes rolling back in her head from the intense, overwhelming pleasure.

Dorrent paused, his cock resting right at the edge of her soaked entrance, pulsing with a heavy, throbbing heat. He leaned down, his eyes boring into her dark, terrified ones, his face inches from her flushed skin.

"Tell me, Jannah," Dorrent whispered, his voice dripping with a dark, possessive hunger that left absolutely no room for denial. "Do you want me to fuck you?"