The Alpha's Rejected Omega but Fated Sigma Mate

Megan's POV 

His thumbs press up against the lower region of my face so that my head is forced upwards as well where his eyes meet mine then slowly down to my mouth. I drag in a shaky breath- half a breath and his hold slackens. 

Red vanishes after throwing that out. 

Without a second to spare, he ravages my mouth then with his own causing me to now taste the intoxicating liquor he had swallowed. Sweet yet bitter. My eyelids blink a few times before shutting down completely. 

My resentment vanishes. 

As if sensing my surrender, he drags me closer, roughly, moving his full lips over mine just like before. His wicked tongue exploring every part of my softness that it could reach, and my senses left as his scent invaded my mind. And like before, I try to follow his pattern of kissing, but I am not yet good at it, so I allow him to lead. 

This is a disaster. But I still am allowing him to ravage me, powerless to resist. Starved. 

My chest swells and my heart aches with such a force. His taste is travelling to every core of my being. My blood rushes in every direction while a fluttering happens inside me. 

His tongue explores my mouth, teasing my own as if begging it to come play with him. Hungrily is how he moves. And soon I am suffocating. Breathless, yet he is my air. I suck in a breath from his mouth, and I can feel his near-strangled moan. 

Fingers rake through my hair, massaging my scalp and I whimper, helplessly. 

Is this love? Is this what it's supposed to feel like? With my heart pounding like it's about to burst through my chest at the same time butterflies are inside my stomach. As if I could simply melt into a heated puddle on the floor? Even the blood in my veins feels like they're- hymning. For him. I feel...hot and ...wanting more. 

Only one thing would be perfect now and that's if- 

"Mate," my alleged mate pulls away long enough to drag my name out, then dives back in. That was it- him calling my name the way he did. As if he couldn't get enough of me. Drunk on me. He might be faking that emotion, I know but somehow rational thoughts went out the window with that sound. 

I betrayed myself when it came to him. 

A vibration is felt in my throat. Is that me? 

My lips feel numb- but I can feel him moving expertly. What is that sensation? 

Weakly, my hands grip his shirt front. Although I want to pull him closer, I draw my head back, making a feeble attempt to turn my head away from his provocative tongue when Beth flashes across my mind. I need to get as far away from him as possible! 

"God, baby, no." The intense emotion in his breathy words shakes me and something inside me jumps alive. Was it the baby? Isn't that too soon? Was it just him saying the word that excited me so? Is this the opening I need to tell him about the whelp? 

His dark dilated pupils, staring down at me through hooded eyelids sent my already racing heart over the hill. His moist, red, swollen lips- my doing? I marvel at the beautiful sight. 

His long straight nose rubs against my smaller one, his forehead against mine as he fused our lips once more. His hands drop from my head and one circled at the back of my neck, the thumb caressing the side of my face but closer to my ear. His other hand snakes to my narrow waist as if to hold me in place. 

"Meg- oh God, baby. I want you so badly," he gasps out as his mouth travels down to my throat. I hear myself releasing a cry of my own when his wicked tongue works its magic on my tingling flesh. 

"Mate. My mate," he whispers and I am melting in his words just as his touch. 

The alpha's hand moves down from my waist to lower and lower until it's on my right butt cheek. My lips find his again. He kneads the flesh there causing all rational thoughts to vanish completely from my head, I wish to be naked, feeling his touch on me without the barrier of clothing. 

"Gosh, I love your wide hips, Meg," he whispers harshly, and I feel the pooling between my legs. My hips were wide? I never knew that. I always thought they were narrow, and my already flushed cheeks, heated up some more. It's maddening that I pleased him in that way. 

His hand on my neck drops lower now to my waist while the hand on my bum reaches lower and pulls my jeans-covered thigh up suddenly and sweetness hits my very core when he grinds himself onto me. Loudly, I gasp out. 

My eyes open wide. 

Sweet heavens above. It's even better than the last time. 

"I need yo-" 

"Leave me alone," I push back from him, ducking to the side to escape when I feel my senses again. It's exactly what he said the last time. Then kicked me out of his bed hours later when he had sobered up. 

And then I found him with Beth. 

But he had made no promises about us, I reminded myself but instead of caution my mind went down a different pathway. Instead, it reasoned- indeed he had made no promise to me so he's not obligated to how I misinterpreted our situation. 

Something called out to him from inside me. I- I wanted him. I craved his touch. 

I could swear I heard his voice inside my head. 

His steel-like hands refused to let me go and his eyes misted. To see the most powerful man in our pack- our leader this way has me softening and I nod my head feeling like a fool once more but knowing I wanted him more than anything. 

Knowing that I wanted him, unlike the last time when I was just glad to be wanted by someone and thought it just my luck that the handsome alpha set his eyes on me. 

My stomach flips with his lips pursed and his signature vertical furrow appears, and I know it's not the baby but how he affected me. 

"Take me to your room, Meg." 

It hits differently when you understand things. And I understood in this very moment, I desired Soren - much more than I did that fateful night that created the life inside me.