Forbidden by Liliana Carlisle

CHAPTER 20

JAKOB

“Blood results are normal, Miss Walker,” the doctor says in a shaky voice, glancing at me instead of addressing Amelia. “Like last time.”

I growl, my arm slung over Amelia’s chair. She insisted I didn’t need to be here, but I wanted to come.

I need to learn more about her illness and why she has such an incompetent physician.

Before he saw me, he practically rolled his eyes at her, as if annoyed she would even bother to set foot in his office again.

She shoots me a look, warning me to stop, but I ignore her.

It’s unacceptable that they’re not helping her.

“There has to be more than just blood tests,” I say, quirking an eyebrow at the doctor. “Perhaps it’s time we requested a new specialist.”

He sputters, and I don’t see any trace of the judgmental asshole that Amelia claims he is. I just see a frightened, puny Beta.

“We can do that,” he says slowly, his eyes fixed on Amelia. “There’s a neurologist I would like you to see. He has a new laser technology; they might be able to address the migraines.”

“And the fainting spells, and the nausea,” I add. He clears his throat and nods.

“So, you’ve changed your mind since last month?” Amelia goads, and I smirk.

That’s my girl.

“Yes,” he admits. “I’ll send in the referral right away.”

Amelia grins at me, and my chest stutters.

It’s only been a month, but it feels like a fucking lifetime with her. Girlfriend isn’t the right term. It’s more…

Mate.

I don’t fight the instinct anymore. The overwhelming need to protect her, stay near her, and know everything about her consumes me.

I’ve only seen this behavior when Alphas find their Omegas, but I’m done questioning it.

But I can tell it weighs on her mind, even though I’ve assured her I want only her.

If I have an Omega match?

I’ll reject them.

I’ll have to.

It will go against everything, fucking everything that’s been ingrained in me. But I’ll do it.

I slap her ass as we walk out of the appointment, and she gives me a grin.

If she knew how deep my need for her goes, she would probably run the second she had a chance.

I’d mate her in a fucking heartbeat if she had the gland.

But she’s my Beta, not my Omega.

And that’s enough.

* * *

The day after her appointment, Conrad gives us a debrief on the Omega investigation.

“Our guys on the coast found another ten chips,” he says, exhausted. “All perfectly removed, with only traces of blood.”

“There are more doctors doing this,” I murmur. “Just like the old man said.”

Calum curses under his breath. “How the fuck are they able to get away with this?” He demands. “Do they have hundreds of doctors on their payroll?”

“We’re pretty sure that’s what is happening,” Conrad confirms. “We have a list of hospitals you guys are going to check out. I’m sending you to small towns in the middle of nowhere to investigate certain physicians. Do what you need to do, but be discreet about it.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t send Calum on this one,” Lucas mutters. “He’ll burn every hospital to the ground.”

Calum remains silent, only confirming what Lucas said.

“Fine,” Conrad sighs. “Get your shit together, son,” he says, motioning at Calum, then looking back at Lucas and me. “But I’m giving you two a list of locations. The assignment should take you about a week.”

I stiffen. Being away from Amelia that long could intensify her illness. Not to mention the thought of being away from her is fucking torturous.

Lucas watches me curiously. “Can’t wait,” he quips, and I fight a scowl.

He’s going to bring up Amelia on this trip. I just know it.

“Remember, these fuckers could have spies everywhere,” Conrad adds. “They have more money than we previously thought. It’s imperative we find out who these people are and rescue the Omegas. We believe they’re being auctioned off in other countries for hundreds of thousands.”

Calum leaves the room.

His Omega’s sister was almost one of those auctioned off.

It hits a nerve for him.

Lucas looks back at Conrad. “When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow,” Conrad confirms. “First thing in the morning.”

* * *

“How long are you going to be gone?” Amelia asks quietly, her head in my lap. I purr softly, healing her headache.

“Just a week, Princess,” I assure her, my hands running through her hair.

She sighs in relief. “Oh. I thought it would be like a month.”

I pinch her side, and she laughs. “Sorry to inconvenience you, but you’ll have to suffer through my company sooner rather than later.” I tease, and she bites her lip.

I try not to groan at the sight, but my cock twitches in my pants.

“Just be careful, please,” she says, her hazel eyes shining. “Don’t put yourself in danger.”

I smirk. “Sweetheart, I am the most dangerous thing there is. You don’t need to worry about me.”

I can tell she wants to ask more, but she never pries.

She knows what my answer would be if she tried to ask, anyway.

I’m not about to risk her safety to offer her a bit of truth.

“I’m going to miss you,” she says softly, her eyes meeting mine, her face vulnerable.

Fuck.

I reach out and trail my finger down her soft cheek.

“I’m going to miss you, too,” I whisper. “More than you can comprehend.”

I’ve turned into an absolute sap around here, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Our relationship has turned into more than just primal desire. She accepts me for me, and it’s more than I could have hoped for. The Collector title doesn’t frighten her at all.

She wants all of me, just as much as I want all of her.

I crave our late-night talks and finding out more about who she is. And in turn, I open up to her, telling her about my past. I tell her the story of a runaway boy who turned to The Collectors to start a new life and finally have a family.

I tell her everything, and she accepts it all, willingly.

Just like I take what I want from her.

My cock grows harder in my lap, and she gazes up at me, her eyes glassy.

“Touch me,” she whispers, and I comply.

I move her from my lap and lay her down on the couch. I crawl on top of her, yanking down her leggings, my fingers dancing over her glistening lips.

“Fuck, you’re always so wet for me,” I growl in her ear, and she sighs against me.

I kiss her gently, teasing her clit slowly, working in gentle circles until she’s panting against me.

“Come for me, Princess,” I order her, and her breath stutters. “Give me something to think about for the next week.”

Her body arches off the couch and she orgasms, her mouth opened in a silent cry.

I crush my mouth to hers, and she kisses me back desperately.

Something is different about this time.

My fingers are drenched in her wetness when I remove them from her cunt. Quickly undressing from the waist down, I crawl back on top of her, pushing inside her slowly. I watch every expression she makes and listen to the small huffs of breath as she struggles to take me all the way.

“You’re always so tight for me,” I whisper against her ear. “Always such a good girl.”

I bottom out inside her, and she wraps her legs around me, urging me deeper. Faster.

But I go slow.

I take my time, pulling all the way out, then pushing back in. Her cunt swallows me, gripping me as tightly as it ever has. I savor each thrust, working her at a slow, torturous pace, despite her cries for more.

I take everything I can from her, enjoying my time with her body.

She comes one more time underneath me, her walls fluttering and tightening around me, but it’s not enough.

I want to tear her voice from her throat and steal her soul from her body.

I want to mark her as mine and leave her an empty shell until I come back in a week and make her whole again.

My thoughts are wild, fueled by a deep primal possession.

My hand wraps around her throat, still fucking her slowly, and she welcomes it, tilting her head back in acceptance.

“I could steal your life from you, right now,” I whisper, the deranged thought leaving my mouth. “And you’d give it to me, wouldn’t you? You’d give me everything, like the good girl you are.”

“Yes, Alpha,” she whispers, and I squeeze tighter. Her cunt flutters around me, desperately clenching, and I push my hips against hers harder.

“Never forget,” I grit out, my thrusts becoming faster. “Who. You. Belong. To.”

She tries to respond, but my pressure on her throat barely allows her to speak. Instead, her hand claws through my shirt, her nails tearing down my back.

Fuck.

“Such a good girl,” I growl in her ear, my Alpha completely taking over.

She’s right on the edge, her body shaking. My cock starts to inflate, and I whisper one more time in her ear.

“Good Omega.”

The words leave my mouth involuntarily. They’re spoken from my Alpha mind, an instinct that runs so deep I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.

But Amelia spasms. Her body jerks up against mine and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She lets out a guttural moan as I let go of her throat, then she screams.

She doesn’t stop screaming.

Her cunt milks me in a way I didn’t think was possible. I pump my cum into her so deeply that I’m sure it’ll linger there for the rest of her life.

Tears stream down her cheeks as she continues spasming, and she’s so fucking beautiful that I sink my teeth into her neck, not caring about the consequences.

I taste blood, and my knot inflates fully as I lick her fresh wound.

“Alpha, Alpha,” she chants, and I thrust my hips against her as much as I can, sending her into another release.

She doesn’t stop spasming on me, even after I’ve filled her to the brim with my cum. Her eyes are glazed over when they finally meet mine, and her lips are gently parted. Face flushed, hair sticking to her face with sweat, she’s never been more beautiful.

Then I notice the blood on the side of her neck.

Reality hits me like a bucket of cold water.

I bit her exactly where her mating gland would be.