And that went way more than double for an alpha.
But Vonn wasn't about to critique her performance when he found himself right where he wanted to be—looking up at a beautiful woman straddling his body with those long, shapely legs.
And still, she wouldn't admit defeat. "I'm not going to let you win," she shouted, though Vonn noticed she didn't exactly roll off and get ready to fight again. "How many times do I have to tell you that?"
Vonn suspected that responding to her question wouldn't get them very far, so instead, he flipped her over, reversing their positions and pinning her hands to the ground.
"As many times as it takes," he said gruffly. "This isn't a war. There is no winner or loser. There's something I bet they never told you in your training, but that doesn't make it any less true." He bent low so that his stubble brushed against the sensitive hollow between her neck and earlobe and was rewarded with a shiver as he whispered, "Surrender isn't the same thing as defeat."
Her eyes flashed fire when he pulled back to look at her. "Of course you'd say that. You're not the one who ends up enslaved for the rest of your life."
"An omega's life isn't bondage. Unless you're into that—in which case I'm sure we can work something out."
"How the hell could you possibly know that?" she demanded, ignoring his attempt at levity.
"Because…" Vonn searched his mind for a way to explain it to her, but all he had to go on was his instinct. "Because I feel it."
More carefully this time, he rolled her over again so that she was on top again, then released his grip on her. As he suspected, she didn't immediately bolt. Not even when he sat up so that his hard cock pressed against her cleft and his lips were only a hair's breadth from hers.
"Tell me," he rumbled, "does this feel like shackles to you?"
Then he kissed her while leaving his hands planted on the ground at his sides to make it clear she could break it off the moment she wanted to. But she didn't want to. It was obvious from the way she kissed him back, hard and hungry, on and on.
Vonn could barely resist the urge to take her in his arms and crush her against him, an urge that was growing stronger by the second—but he did it for her. For them. He needed her to be the one to decide. Needed her to understand that she wanted this as much as he did.
Stacy's kiss took on a primal ferocity, the sounds coming from her like the wildcat she was. She raked her fingertips up his neck and plunged them into the tangle of his hair, anchoring him to her with fistfuls of it. Her body moved against him, rubbing turning to rocking, until finally, she threw her head back and cried out in time with her motion.
Oh, fuck yes.
Vonn had thought that what he wanted most was to know her nature was undamaged, that they would ultimately claim each other as alpha and omega. But now, there was something he needed even more. Her feverish cries, the hot dampness between her legs, was proof of her true nature begging to be released.
And they were also proof that the two of them were meant to be together. If any traces of the government's terrible brainwashing remained, Vonn was ready to blast them away forever, to make it so clear to Stacy who she was and where she was meant to be that she'd never doubt again. To finally enter her, fill her—suppressants or no—first with his cock, then with his knot, then with his come.
Vonn was reaching for his belt buckle when he heard the rumble of a truck engine turning onto his private road.
Instantly he stilled, lifting his face and inhaling. Whoever the fuck had dared to come on to his property now was about to regret that decision. He'd given every damn alpha brother at the roadhouse fair warning.
And then the scent of the truck's three passengers reached his nose.
Goddammit.
His rage dried up like a creek in August. Groaning, Vonn got to his feet, pulling Stacy up with him. Seeing her shock, he cupped her cheek in his hand and spoke as gently as he could, considering that he felt like pulling up the tree they'd been lying under by the roots. "We've got to get home."
"But—why?"
"Company's coming. And it's you they want to see."
Chapter Sixteen
In all of Stacy's preparations for this mission—the hours spent poring over the dossier, the medical examinations, the briefings on previous missions—not once had anyone devoted any time to omegas.
No, all time and effort had been focused solely on alphas—how brutal they were, how violent, how mentally inferior.
Fulmer had barely discussed omegas. The few mentions in the classified records described them as haunted, ravaged shells of the women they had once been. Their lives were supposedly drastically shortened, and their minds damaged by captivity and forced breeding.
But as Stacy stared out the front window at the truck parked between the woodshed and the house, she realized the magnitude of her error.
The women who got out of the truck were nothing like the descriptions she'd read. They seemed healthy and vibrant enough. Beyond that, they had little in common physically, ranging from a tiny, pale, almost elfin woman with gorgeous large gold-flecked eyes to a curvy, vivacious woman with strawberry blonde curls and a smattering of freckles to a woman nearly as tall as Stacy with a face like a model's.
They seemed to be laughing at some shared joke, and their casual body language suggested that they were perfectly at ease despite the fact that they were on an alpha's land uninvited, something that Fulmer had stressed was a deadly mistake.
"I thought you said they were omegas," she hissed at Vonn's back as he opened the front door
