She would be the first to admit that her education on the subject of sex was scant, but there was no way that a man would want to put his mouth on a woman's most private parts.
"Why on earth would you do that?" she asked without thinking.
"You really don't know?" The alpha's smile grew, somehow becoming darker and more alluring. "God, I can't wait to show you."
"I'm never going to—"
The alpha cut her off with a rumbling growl. His words had an edge now, and Faith knew he was running out of patience. "The only thing you're going to do right now is choose. Come with me or run? Nice and easy, or hard and rough? You pick."
How could he expect her to decide when both options were horrible? There was no way she could win. No chance to get what she wanted—which at this point was just to slink back home with her tail between her legs and pray that her family and community forgave her.
Still, Faith had to try. She had to fight. Because if she did, there was a chance that God would come through and deliver a miracle.
So Faith did the only thing she could.
She spun around and ran like hell.
Behind her, she heard the alpha laugh.
"Good choice," he called after her.
Chapter Five
The poor girl had no idea what was happening to her.
At first, Troy had thought she might just be skittish. Most omegas were at first.
After all, transitions could be overwhelming, filled with unfamiliar feelings and urges that were often at odds with everything the beta world taught. After a lifetime of having their heads filled with shit about how evil and dangerous alphas were, it was hard to blame omegas for being afraid.
But what Faith was going through right before Troy’s eyes was on an entirely different level.
The conflicting emotions that she was experiencing went far deeper than a struggle to come to terms with her new nature. This was a woman who didn't have the most basic understanding of sexual desire.
It was because she'd never felt it before, Troy realized. She'd probably never witnessed anyone else experiencing it, either, given her sheltered existence.
Lust, for Faith, was an abstract concept. Something that she'd been warned against all her life. Something sinful and evil. Something that the devil used to tempt innocents.
Faith couldn't ask for what she didn't understand. She couldn't beg for what she didn't recognize.
She could only run away from it.
But Troy could chase her.
He could give her what she needed by overcoming her resistance, taking away the will that kept her from accepting her true nature.
It wasn’t just Faith’s omega identity that was causing her so much anguish. Just below the surface, Troy could sense all the desires and feelings she'd had to repress for so long. The needs that had gone unmet. The decisions she’d never had the freedom to make.
It was clear that Faith had been made to see her own body as a shameful thing to cover up, an instrument only of procreation, never pleasure.
But Troy could show her everything her body was capable of. Everything that she'd been missing. He could help her overcome the bullshit lies she'd been told, and unlock the infinite pleasures that were her due.
He wouldn't get there by asking permission, or by being kind and considerate. He'd never convince her with words.
A lifetime of lies wasn't going to vanish because of a gentle suggestion.
Troy had felt the way Faith's body came to life when her protests met his aggression.
He didn't care if he was confirming everything she'd ever heard about alphas being the devil's soldiers—for the moment, it was a role he didn't mind playing.
Not when overpowering her had unleashed a rush of slick that soaked her thighs and turned her voice into a guttural moan.
Troy's cock somehow grew even harder as he watched her run through the snow. Faith was a petite woman with short legs, and even on her best day, she could never outrun him. Slowed by those ridiculous ugly shoes and the deep snow, she didn't stand a chance.
He watched her slipping on the ice buried beneath the fresh snowfall, her long skirts tangling her legs and hobbling her pace. At this rate, Troy could give her an hour's head start and still catch up to her in no time flat.
But he didn't have the patience.
His little innocent wasn't the only one fueled by unfulfilled need right now. Troy had been on fire for her ever since he'd first touched her. If he hadn't exhausted his pent-up lust just a few nights ago with one of Nicky's girls, he had a feeling he wouldn't have made it home without taking her.
But he'd forced himself to wait.
The frightened rabbit trying to scurry away from him wasn't an experienced, well-trained prostitute. Faith was an omega—soon to be his omega—and she deserved a better introduction to her new life than a sloppy fuck in the back of his truck. She deserved a first time she'd never forget.
And he was ready to give it to her.
Troy didn't have to run to catch up with Faith. A few brisk strides were all it took to cover the distance between them.
He didn't take her down, though—not right away. He didn't have to. Besides, his instincts told him to draw out the chase a little, to play with her like a cat who'd cornered a mouse.
"You'll need to run faster if you really want to get away," he said mildly.
Faith glanced at him, breathing raggedly, and her emotions shifted.
The terror he'd sensed earlier had receded, replaced by…alarm. That, along with overwhelming internal conflict, created a heady bouquet of emotions that held far more excitement than fear.
A fresh wave of slick poured from her, dampening her skirts all the way to the knees. The intoxicating scent teased Troy, and his cock surged in response, pressing painfully against the zipper of his pants.
Fuck, she smelled sweet.
Troy clenched
