I glance over at the mounting piles of paperwork, my head pounding at the sight. But then, in a way, I asked for this. The timing, however, is less than perfect. Grumbling under my breath, I shuffle them into smaller piles: things for me to manage, things for me to delegate, and things for me to just reply with ‘go to hell’.
It takes several minutes, but without fail, the moment I get everything just how I like them, in walks our intern, Tiffany. Her steps are soft, faltering almost, as if she knows I’m in a mood and don’t want to be disturbed. Glancing over the rim of my glasses, I look her up and down, a frown never leaving my face.
Just as with all the others, I rule her with an iron fist. It doesn’t matter that her pretty face makes my cock swell and balls clench with need every time she pops her head in here. It doesn’t matter that those fuck me heels only drive me to strip everything else away and pound into her—her ankles clasped around my back with those heels digging into my hips as I drive into her young, lithe body.
Blinking that erotic image away, I watch through slitted lids as she beams up at me, face nearly glowing as the joy shines out of her. Such a bright little ray that flits about like a tiny sun, drawing everyone into her orbit—even me. I shouldn’t want her, shouldn’t crave her… And yet, I do with every fiber of my being.
I squint, attempting to age her down even further to when I first met her. She was just eighteen, the daughter of a new CEO that came to my company. Her father and I became fast friends. We were both so alike.
Sometimes it felt like we were one person, and every time anyone so much as dared step foot in our boardroom, it was as if they had no power under our influence. Though we were both Alphas, it was more than that. We plowed through so many others of our dynamic, snatching up properties and businesses until we were the most powerful name.
We were the corporate boogeymen others whispered about. We were a scourge, a force to be reckoned with. And when he died… The business didn’t die along with him. I’m far more formidable than that. But truth be told, a part of me died that day. There wasn’t joy in the acquisitions. Not like before.
It was almost a sport when we worked together. Now, it’s simply a job. His daughter is the one thing I allowed myself to keep when he passed. She needed work, and I needed a reminder of my dearest friend.
To be sure, it’s not as innocent as all that. Even at eighteen, there was something about her that called out to me, demanding I take her and claim her. I wanted her, even as the awkward girl transitioning into a woman. A man my age shouldn’t have even looked in her direction, but I couldn’t help myself.
Even at the cusp of womanhood, she had a presence about her. It shimmered about her body, highlighting those curves so indicative of an omega. Try as I might to convince myself that it was just dynamics at play, I couldn’t deny the baser urges that wanted to rip away the innocence lurking in those eyes.
In some ways, it felt like just another acquisition, possessing something that was being denied to me. But now, somehow, it feels like more than that. It’s no longer a simple matter of whether I can have her, but more like should I have her.
I’m the boss. No one would tell me no. And yet, something continues to give me pause. I wish I knew what it was. Possibly part of me feels like her father is looking down, watching over her from beyond the grave. As much as I want to own her, to fuck her until she can’t think, a small shred of conscience doesn’t want to ruin the last remaining thing I have of my dear friend.
More than that, however, the ramifications of claiming someone not given to me would be astronomical. If I was some peon with nothing to lose, I might defy the Governing Body and take her as my own. I might reach out and snag her, running off where we might not be caught.
But with this much at stake, all I can do is picture her face every time I stroke myself. Every time I try to bury myself, drowning my sorrows in another omega, it’s Tiffany I picture. Pathetic as that is. One of the most powerful men in the world, and yet, I still can’t have the one thing I truly want.
She’s like some ethereal dream that can only live in the shadows. The moment the cold light of day shines down on my depraved desires, it disappears like a puff of smoke. If only my wants could disappear so easily.
Glaring at my computer screen, I wave her in, feigning an air of nonchalance. Thankfully, she can’t see through the desk and know just how damn hard I am. All I want to do is sweep everything to the side and lay her across the polished wood.
I want to bring chaos to this carefully constructed order as I spread her thighs and taste her pussy. No doubt, it will taste just like her—sweet and citrusy. My own little pocket of sun drenching my tongue. Even now, her scent calls to me as she shuffles forward.
No one has a right to smell that damned good. Like she just rolled out of bed, dipped herself in sugar, and finished it off with a lemon drop or two. This close to forty, I thought I’d be able to put a clamp on these urges, and yet, here I am, just as horny as I was when I was a teenager.
The only saving grace I have is for the Governing Body to find my match. Surely it can’t be this hard. Are my genetics so wrong that no one can be my true mate? All around me, Alphas and omegas walk down the aisle, eager to start the six-month experiment.
And yet, no announcement has come for me. There’s no call, no email saying that I’m chosen. It seems as if I will be resigned to my hand and whores until I die. As much as I want to indulge in the nubile fantasy in front of me, it’s far too dangerous.
With the various one-night stands, it’s easy to keep the desire to claim in check. No one I sleep with is good enough for my mark. And yet, deep down, I know Tiffany is the perfect vessel. With her, I would not be able to restrain myself.
And that’s what actually scares me. She’s the one omega that can threaten my calm to this degree, to make me want to cast aside my aspirations just for her. I wish I knew what this maddening desire was so I could just work through it and get on with my damned life.
Clenching my fingers into fists, I watch as she bustles around the desk, bending over as she places another stack of papers down. I glance at her ass, so perfect and round, definitely made for either grabbing or belting. Hell, she’d probably be able to take both with that signature smile that never leaves her face.
With another quick grin, she turns to leave, but I don’t want her out of my presence so quickly. “Care to tell me what you just brought in here?”
She turns, her eyes widening for a moment. “Just some papers. Nothing major, I don’t think.”
“You don’t think?” I growl softly. “Or you don’t know.”
“They came from Ralph, so I didn’t look at them. I figured you’d know better what to do with them?”
Leaning back, I take my glasses off and toss them down to the desk. “You do know you’re being groomed as my personal assistant. Yes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Just those two little words and my cock lurches against my Italian wool slacks. What would she look like saying that to me, her eyes cloudy with lust? Dispersing that treacherous image, I shuffle through the papers she just brought to me.
“Then don’t you think you should know what it is you’re interrupting me with?”
“I suppose? But then, how do I know what’s fit for my eyes or not? Everyone here deals in so many trade secrets that I’m worried I’ll see the wrong thing.” There’s a sparkle in her eyes, almost as if she’s teasing me.
Well, two can play at that game. “Valid concern.” Pausing for a moment, I tap my fingers against my lips, delighting in her slight squirm. “And yet, you make it sound as if you’ll eventually leave my employ. Only those looking for other jobs need to worry about secrets. Are you planning on leaving me, Tiffany?”
For a moment, her eyes glaze over. So fast, I almost miss it. Yet one more thing that draws me to her. She’s so responsive, so compliant. The perfect little submissive wrapped up in a corporate package.
Sigh heavy on my lips, I stand, not at all caring that the outline of my massive cock presses against the pants, tenting them. Like the good little omega she is, she turns her gaze the moment she sees it. However, I can tell by the red painting her cheeks that she knows I’m hard.
It’s far too delightful to tease her this way, knowing neither of us will act on it. “Take this to your desk and look them over. I want you to make sure it’s something that needs my immediate attention. With the acquisition happening today, I don’t need anything extra to distract me.”
Though, if I’m being honest with myself, nothing is nearly as distracting as Tiffany. Again, I let my gaze drift down her body, taking in every inch and curve of her. How I want to smear the red from her cheeks to other parts of her body—secret parts that only I will see.
Perhaps I’m going about this all wrong. I got to where I was by sheer will. I’m sure I can resist biting into her delicate flesh as I pound my aggression into her body. Right? All I need is one night. Just one night with her submitting to me and I’ll be able to get her out of my system.
It’s a lie, of course, but it lets me fantasize just a little. Once this takeover is complete, I’ll celebrate with her body. With a flick of my wrist, I motion for her to leave, taking the opportunity to stare at her ass in that scandalously short skirt.
All I have to do is make it through the next week. She will be my reward, the thing that drives me forward as I sit in conferences with stuffy men. Just picturing her riding my cock as I sign these forms, plasters a rare smile on my face.
Making my way back to my desk, I barely have a chance to sit when she pops her head back in, blue eyes dancing about as if she carries some secret well of happiness. “Don’t forget your conference call this afternoon.”
Minx. She should know better than anyone that I never miss a call like that. Adjusting my pants, I scroll through my emails, pausing for a moment as the new message from the Governing Body blinks at me. Urgent. What could possibly be so serious?
But when I open it up, my heart sinks. Seems I’ve finally been matched. Yes, I wanted this not only a handful of minutes ago. I wanted my own bride I can defile and mark. But now? That’s irony for you.
The very moment I decide to let myself indulge, to allow myself the sexual heat of Tiffany’s embrace, they tell me I have a mate. It should make me angry, but in all honesty, I feel a sense of relief. As if a weight is finally off of my shoulders.
Now, I’ll have an omega to call my own, to claim as mine. I won’t have to ruin this young girl for all the other men to come after, leaving her stranded when I can’t offer her anything more than a good fuck.
Still though… This does put a damper on my plans for the day. Depending on how long the ceremony lasts, I might not have a lot of time to make it back before the conference call. Come hell or high water, I will not miss it. Not even for a new bride.
She will have to be okay with knowing we won’t be able to honeymoon for a few weeks, if ever. With my schedule packed the way it is, it will be a lonely time for my new wife. If only the Governing Body chose either sooner or later. Now, with this acquisition in process, is the worst possible time.
Pulling up a new email, I shoot the information over to HR, informing them I’ll be out of the office and to forward all communication to Ralph until I get back. Sure, I could have told Tiffany, but for some reason, I don’t want to break the spell around us. Not yet.
That will come soon enough when I introduce the new Mrs. Jeffrey Daniels to the office. Until then, I want us to keep this secret simmering between us. Just because I’ve been appointed a wife doesn’t mean it will last.
That’s the goal, of course. To actually give things a try during this period. To find out if we are as compatible as our genetics say we are. However, science cannot account for pure, unadulterated human will. Even if our bodies say we’re a match, our personalities could clash horrendously.
What if she isn’t into sex games or pain? What if she doesn’t understand my drive for business? What if she refuses to understand that she might not always be a priority to me? That sometimes, work will have to come first?
Hell, what if the sex is just horrible? So yes, I’m going to give things an honest try, but I’m not going into this with rose-colored glasses on. I’m going to keep myself true to this stranger, treating her as my wife. I’ll even force this mouth-watering omega out of my mind if that’s even possible.
However, after six months, if I haven’t claimed this bride, we can go our separate ways. I’ll be free again to pursue Tiffany. That is, if she hasn’t been given to someone else in the meantime. Jealous rage simmers through me at the thought, and I curse the government and its need to interfere.
Yes, I wanted a mate, but now? When I finally have a hope of happiness? I swear, it’s as if they live inside my head and know what’s going on in my mind at all times. How else can I explain this ‘perfect’ timing?
Damn the birth rates. Damn the plague that almost wiped out the entire world. And most of all, damn whatever it was in that virulent virus that created the dynamics we have today. Without that, we would be simple, normal people. We’d be allowed to fuck who we wanted, when we wanted.
Just because being an Alpha has given me far more than I ever could have expected doesn’t mean I still don’t hate the ramifications. No doubt, they wouldn’t care if I marked and claimed a beta. To the Governing Body, that dynamic is collateral, an inferior breed to be weeded out.
But since Tiffany is an omega, the price of marking her is astronomical. As much as my cock wants her, I cannot sacrifice everything for some pussy. Even if that pussy belongs to someone that calls to me like she does.
