He leaned in so that his lips grazed the sensitive hollow of her neck when he spoke.
"Then prove it."
All it had taken was those few seconds of hesitation, and Vonn had picked her up like the brutal alpha he was, intent on savagely having his way with her.
That thought sustained Stacy halfway across the room, even though Vonn's strides were so long it took no time at all.
But by the time they crossed the threshold into his bedroom, Stacy admitted to herself that she was lying—again. She'd been doing her best to avoid what was right in front of her from the moment Vonn had appeared in the beta camp, clinging to the belief system in which her superiors had indoctrinated her despite mounting evidence contradicting it.
And from there, it was an easy leap to avoiding her own conclusions. Her own emotions.
Her own needs.
That was the real reason Vonn had carried her to his bed. Not because he couldn't stop his own brute nature—but because her nature had not been able to resist his command.
Prove it, he'd said, and the words—the dark promise of rapture behind them—had caused her to break.
Only a little. He'd spoken into her neck, and the heat of his breath, the stirring of the tiny hairs along her nape, had pushed her heightened arousal past the point of resistance. She gasped. She moved her face so that his stubbled jaw scraped against her neck.
She half expected him to toss her onto the bed, but he didn't. Instead, he set her down next to it, her toes touching his the only contact between them, and…waited.
He didn't have to wait long. Before Stacy knew what she was doing, she tried shoving him onto the bed.
Except he was like a giant redwood, and she didn't have the force to do anything more than push against his chest until he grabbed one of her wrists in his hands.
Electricity arced between them as they gazed at each other. She tried to tug her arm back, but that only made him grip it more tightly.
"What are you doing?" she heard herself ask in a breathless voice.
Vonn merely shook his head, his expression intense but giving nothing away.
She tugged her arm again and felt heat pooling low in her body. Everything was happening too fast to think through. For the first time since basic training, Stacy let go and let her instincts take over, abandoning the fighting protocols she'd practiced thousands of times. When Vonn refused to release her, she punched the sensitive spot in his elbow.
Vonn laughed. "That all you got, Sergeant?"
The heat inside Stacy took over completely then. Not in anger, though it felt like a close cousin—dangerous, dark, ill-advised. It was remarkable that, for someone who'd worked so hard for so long to keep her fighting emotionless, the switch could be so immediate and so complete. She fought like an animal, and every passing second drove her urge higher.
She head-butted him, eliciting an "oof," and hooked her foot around his ankle to unbalance him further. Vonn had to grab the bedpost to keep his balance, which forced him to let go of her. Stacy used the opportunity to deliver a rain of punches, over and over, grunting and yelling as each one landed.
It wasn't that she expected to injure him. Stacy knew, even in this state, that she couldn't. But she was desperate for something, and even if she didn't know what it was, she was going to fight until she got it.
Suddenly Vonn seized her around the waist and lifted her so that her chest was pressed against his huge, rigid cock, one arm wrapped around her thighs and the other under one arm. He didn't restrain her arms, though, and Stacy continued to scratch and hit and kick.
That's what she had needed—for him to fight back. Now she needed more.
No one had to tell her that this was a dangerous game. In one blow, he could do more damage than she could do all day. Already her knuckles were bruised and her throat raw, and if she truly angered Vonn, her fate was in his hands.
But her cunt hadn't gotten that message. It was swollen and wet and aching, her nipples hard as a rock, her entire body begging to be fucked. But not like she had ever been fucked before. All she knew was that she needed to fight until—until—
Vonn grabbed her wrists in one hand, effectively immobilizing her. All she could do was writhe against him—against his cock—feeling it swell to an impossible size from the friction. Why didn't he do something? Why didn't he—
Suddenly, he threw her on the bed, straddling her with his trunk-like thighs on either side of her body.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, so thoroughly confused and frustrated that it came out half-demand and half-plea.
"Oh, you're gonna fucking find out," Vonn growled.
She was supposed to hate him. That was the thought Stacy tried to hold onto as his mouth met hers, but it was burnt to cinders by the fire.
She kissed him like a wild animal, lips and tongue and teeth and sounds coming from her she'd never heard before. She was only vaguely aware that she was rocking against him with her hips, rubbing her pussy frantically against his shaft.
And the truth was that she was proving herself to be no better than an animal. If her omega nature wasn't being chemically suppressed, if her omega nature was taking over, she could blame it for her behavior—but no. She was still a beta, and this was all her.
This was what she wanted. All the gossip had been true…fighting got her off.
"I can't…" she mumbled as shame, the one force stronger than desire, flooded through her. Her body went limp below him.
The change in Vonn was instant, but to Stacy's surprise, he didn't try
