I turned off my phone and placed it face down when she returned. But the moment she did, my lip snarled on one side. “You’ve just taken a suppressant,” I roared. “I can fucking smell it.”
“It’s my body. I can do what I want. You don’t own me,” she yelled back and took a long swig of the wine. “You need to go home.”
Anger swirled in my gut until I realised I’d done this to her. She was happy to have no suppressants until I was there. Until we kissed, and until she looked at me differently.
I smiled. “I’m not going anywhere, darling, but things are going to change.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in a pout as I prowled toward her. “What are you doing?”
“Taking matters into my own hands.” I picked her up, hoisted her over my shoulder. “Why do you insist on faking? You are an omega.” My tone dripped with anger as I settled her on my shoulder and carried her to the bathroom.
“Put me down, you beast,” she yelled, smashing her fists against my back.
I roared with laughter at that.
She kicked at my stomach as I held her tight against my body. “Drop me now,” she said, her tone a growl, and I could only laugh.
My breath became shallower, more laboured as I held her in my arms, but the shit in her body was taking effect.
Her body bounced on my shoulder as I strode down her corridor. Opening the first door, and knew this was her bedroom. She’d come out of this room after a shower, which meant she had an en-suite. I marched there and kneeled her by the toilet, holding her hair back.
“Sorry Tilly,” I said.
“I’m fine...” she said, but I didn’t give her a chance to say anything else or further warning as I stuck two fingers down her throat.
She gagged and gagged until her puke covered my hand and splashed inside the toilet. I didn’t finish until I was sure I emptied her stomach of all the suppressant she insisted on putting inside her.
Her head dropped, her back rose and fell with sobs. And I felt bad about that. “I am sorry,” I said. Taking tissue, and wiping her face and my hands of vomit residue. I dropped the toilet lid and flushed away the evidence.
“Why did you do that?” she hissed as she rested her head on the toilet seat.
I scooted behind her, kneeling as I held her in place. “I don’t want you putting that shit in your body anymore, Tilly. You’re our omega, and you are going to have to deal with it.”
“I need to brush my teeth,” she whispered. Ignoring my comment about “dealing with it.”
I helped her get to her feet, washed my arms and hands, and her face, and placed the paste on her toothbrush and stood back as she brushed her teeth with little vigour. She seemed so weak right now, and I wanted to wrap her up in my arms. I did the moment she finished brushing her teeth. As I lifted her arms in the air and pulled her up, folding her legs around my waist, her head dropped on my shoulder and the energy seeped out of her body. I walked from the en-suite and into her bedroom, setting her carefully onto the bed.
I lifted her arms in the air, to take off the puke covered pyjamas.
“I’ve got no clothes on,” she moaned as I pulled the bottoms over her ankles.
I burst out laughing, and she pouted. What did she expect? I’d had my tongue inside her and I’d already kissed those tits. I covered her over with a duvet and chewed my lip for a moment as I watched her.
“Can I get in with you?” I asked.
She nodded and smiled.
“And I’m going to stay the night, and I will be naked.”
“I’ve already seen your cock, so it’s fine,” she said and tried to laugh, but she was still too weak. “But no purring or using your alpha bark.”
Her hand dropped on my chest, and her head rested on my arm. That one move was unexpected.
“It’ll be okay, it’ll be better than okay,” I said, pushing the stray hair from her face with my free hand.
“Hmm,” she said.
“When you’re feeling stronger, I’ll put you in the shower.”
“And then we can eat,” she said.
I pulled her closer, placing her head on the crook of my neck, pulling her hair from her ponytail and running my fingers through to pull it away. “You still want to eat after that?”
“Not really, and I’m sorry for wasting all that food. It was really nice of you and I ruined it,” she said.
I smiled as I stroked her head. “It’s fine. I can order fresh if you wake up hungry later.”
She glanced up at me and smiled. “Really?”
“Of course. I don’t want you puking all night with food poisoning.”
She laughed at that, before going quiet.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.