I told myself I didn't need anyone.
Not after years of dodging heats that left me curled up alone, my curves a curse no alpha bothered to claim. Independence was my armor, sharp and unyielding. Until that humid alcove in the omega registry, where neon haze clung to my skin like a promise of ruin.
He found me there. This possessive force with hands that mapped every soft inch of me like scripture. His touch wasn't gentle; it worshipped, devoured, turned my trembling body into his altar. I hated how good it felt, how my defiance cracked under the weight of his obsession.
We were supposed to be allies. Strategic shadows hiding an unregistered bond that could torch everything. Pack oaths bound him tighter than chains, yet here he was, pressing unyielding muscle against my yielding heat, sweat slicking us both in that stolen haze. Every reverent stroke risked it all-my freedom, the mission teetering on whispers in a dim safehouse, his loyalty fracturing like glass.
I craved the shatter. The way he'd growl my surrender from my lips, worship the hips I'd hidden, the thighs that begged in silence. But denial burned hotter than need. What if his pack dragged him away? What if my curves became the weapon that undid us both?
One wrong confession, and we're isolated forever. His hands on me in the glow, promising salvation I shouldn't want. God, I ache to find out if obsession like his can break me without breaking us.
A full-length curvy BBW body worship omegaverse erotic romance featuring a possessive alpha and a defiant curvy omega.
