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Today will be different. Today I will make my mark. Today I’m gonna make a difference.
Penelope muttered the affirmations under her breath as she walked towards the elevator, trying hard to balance the tray of coffees. But one of the coffees in her tray began to wobble and her stomach tightened on instinct. She caught it just in time and shoved the cup back into the cardboard carrier, fingers curling protectively around the flimsy edge. With the kind of luck she had, it would spill straight down the front of her white blouse. She glanced down, checking for stains. For once, her top and skirt were still pristine.
Business professional attire made her sigh every time she thought about it. Crisp lines, neutral colours, heels she could barely walk in. It was all designed for the viewing pleasure of alphas who liked to project authority and betas who blended neatly into the background. As an omega, Penelope felt perpetually over-polished, wrapped up and pressed into something she wasn’t meant to be.
Junior marketing associate, it turned out, meant glorified gopher. Her twelve-plus-hour days were spent running errands all over the city for people far more important than she was. People who barely looked at her except to wrinkle their noses at the coffee temperature or bark her name across an open-plan floor. She’d contributed to exactly zero marketing so far.
“Six months, Penelope. And then you’ll move on to better things.” She exhaled, shifted the tray to one hand, and tipped her chin to summon the elevator sensor. Calm. Quiet. Unobtrusive. Everything an omega in a corporate tower was expected to be. Everything except actually working for what she was hired for.
Once the six-month probation period was up, she could resign with her head held high. Getting a job at Bridgerton Incorporated had felt like winning the lottery. They were changing the world, one step at a time, or so the slogan promised. But it was only week three, and already Penelope wasn’t sure she’d make it six weeks, let alone six months.
The elevator doors dinged open. Empty, thankfully. Two o’clock wasn’t a popular time to leave offices, which meant there wouldn’t be a dozen alphas crowding the space, all sharp suits and sharper pheromones. She was already worried the coffee run had taken too long.
She tapped floor sixty-five and returned to gripping the tray with both hands. Alone, Penelope kicked off her heels, dropping three inches to her normal five-foot-one height. The shoes were one of the worst parts of the job, second only to pretending they didn’t hurt.
If the Bridgertons truly wanted their gophers to be more effective, they should allow yoga pants and trainers. That would be efficiency, one step at a time.
"Hold on." A hand stopped the door from closing.
Penelope groaned. The Bridgerton headquarters had sixteen elevators in this building. This wanker should've summoned another one.
Before Penelope had a chance to scream louder in her head the doors opened all the way. Her lips parted and her pale blue eyes went wide. Dark denim ones met hers, a devilish grin on the man as he stepped inside. She would recognize that face anywhere, hell the entire world would.
Colin Bridgerton had a strut to him, his chestnut brown hair hanging over his brow and prominent jaw line. He looked like a million bucks, but was worth closer to a billion.
"Hi." His eyes ran up and down her body. "Nice shoes."
Penelope was snapped from her trance and tried to shove her feet back into her heels while keeping the coffee balanced.
"Be nice, Colin." Benedict Bridgerton's voice almost made her topple over. "I think those heels are killing you."
Dear lord. Another Bridgerton had joined her in the elevator. Penelope had seen their photos all over the news, internet, and building. Benedict was shorter and older with the same brown hair as Colin’s but green eyes as opposed to Colin’s blue ones. Neither of their photos stood up to how gorgeous they were in person.
Penelope's coworkers mentioned bumping into the founders in the building before, but they made it sound like a rarity and always at a distance.
"Come on, we don't have a dress code." Colin turned and looked at her, his chin scar making his grin that much more sinister. "Nobody can make you wear heels, honey. And if your superior insists you should, promise me you'll report him directly to me. I think there's a shoe store on level 4. You want to stop there and pick up some flats? I'd buy them for you."
"Knock it off, Colin." Benedict put his hand on his brother’s shoulder but looked at Penelope. "Don't mind us, miss."
"It's fine." She shook her head in disbelief.
These were two of the most powerful people in the world and neither of them were forty yet. Their technology was changing the landscape, well Colin's was. Benedict was known for the business side of things, but his acumen mixed with Colin's creations led to the powerhouse.
"Sorry for the detour, Rapunzel." Colin reached out and hit random floor numbers. "Secret code, we're going to my floor first. Then the elevator will take you back down."
"Rapunzel?" Penelope's red locks came to just below her shoulders. They were nowhere near Rapunzel-like length. She looked at the ends, half expecting her hair to have grown inches in the last few minutes.
"Well, I can’t call you Cinderella, can I? For obvious reasons—” Colin laughed and Benedict smacked him on the back of the head, but Colin just smirked and said to Benedict, “Sorry, bro, but you’re just salty she doesn't like to wear glass slippers."
Benedict mouthed the word sorry, but the embarrassment had settled in. Penelope took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, hoping to remain a fly for the rest of the elevator trip. Their alpha pheromones were already clouding her senses with how strong their aura was.
She stared at their backs as they bickered, irritation curling low in her chest. Neither of them was dressed in business professional. Both wore jeans and T-shirts, easy and unbothered. It wasn’t fair.
Colin might not have insisted on a dress code, but the head of marketing certainly did. Penelope doubted either of them even knew that. Bridgerton had sixty-five thousand employees worldwide, at least twenty thousand of them packed into this building alone. There was a good chance neither man even knew who the head of marketing was, let alone why an omega junior associate was expected to look immaculate while ferrying coffee through the halls.
She kinda hated them for their obliviousness.
"What's in the envelope?" Benedict pointed to the cardboard in Colin's hand.
"Not sure." He lifted the thing in front of him. "Alice was going to send over some contracts. Looks a little thin though."
"Maybe it's the deed to the ranch?" Benedict spoke as if Penelope wasn't in the same tiny moving box.
Being a fly on the wall didn’t feel as good as she’d hoped. The realisation struck her with a dull thud. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She was standing in an elevator with Colin and Benedict Bridgerton. People would murder for a moment like this, and here she was, letting it slip straight through her fingers.
She could speak up. Offer one of her ideas. Maybe even talk herself out of her current role and into something better. But the celebrity angle of it all, tangled up with her own flaws, wrapped tight around her throat and kept her silent. Could she randomly insert herself in the conversation when two of the most powerful alphas were bickering with each other. Would she even stand a chance?
And after all, there wasn’t much weight to an omega’s pitch in a boardroom, let alone an elevator.
"That would be cool." Colin grabbed the corner of the envelope. "I've been waiting for that thing for at least a week."
Of course, a week was a long time for a person like him.
Just then, Benedict’s phone chimed. He glanced down, then froze.
“It’s Sophie. Her water’s broken.”
Sophie Baek, Benedict’s longtime assistant, then girlfriend and now his fiancée. Penelope had heard all about that fairytale romance. Countless times in the last three weeks. They were the IT couple. The object of everyone's envy, because of how good they were to each other!
Yeah, right! Penelope scoffed. An alpha railing his omega assistant, getting her pregnant, then proposing her out of obligation. That's what it was, wasn't it?
Colin’s face broke into a grin. “Congrats, bro.”
“Thank you.” Benedict already looked half gone, nerves humming beneath his skin. “Col, I’m going to need a rain check on that discussion. I have to get to the hospital.”
He looked like an anxious alpha on the verge of becoming a father, all restless energy and barely contained worry, as though his pup were already stepping into the world, and Penelope momentarily wondered whether the rumours about the passion these two shared was real. Maybe it was true—the fairytale angle of it. Good for Ms. Baek!
Colin didn’t hesitate when he saw the worry lines on his brother’s face. He punched the nearest floor button, and the elevator lurched to a stop. Benedict shot him a grateful look, muttered another thank you, and hurried out as the doors slid open.
Now only Colin and Penelope remained in the elevator.
Colin glanced at her, a quick, flirtatious wink cutting through the quiet as he murmured, “Looks like it’s just us, princess.”
Before she could decide whether to ignore or acknowledge it, he tore open the envelope in his hands, attention shifting back to whatever waited inside, as though he hadn’t just set her pulse skittering.
A strange hissing noise filled the elevator.
Pop.
Orange powder burst into the air.
Penelope didn’t even have time to scream before the coughing hit. She squeezed her eyes shut as her body folded in on itself, lungs burning. Beside her, Colin did the same. The tray slipped from her hands and clattered to the floor. She wiped frantically at her face, trying to clear the dust as it stung her skin and scraped down her throat.
The coughing didn’t stop, but enough of the powder settled that she dared to crack her eyes open. A faint orange haze still hung in the elevator, slowly drifting down. The tray lay on the floor between them. Miraculously, none of the drinks had spilled.
Colin noticed the coffee tray first. He grabbed one at random and downed the coffee in quick gulps, barely pausing for breath. Then he picked up another and pressed it into her hand.
The sweetness soothed her raw throat, the warmth cutting through the burn. Slowly, the coughing eased, her lungs settling enough to breathe again.
"Are you okay?" His eyes showed nothing but concern.
Penelope felt uncomfortable from his stare but nodded as he slapped the emergency stop button.
Once the moving box stopped moving the dust bounced. Penelope ran her hands over her hair, noticing the white blouse was covered in orange particles, though clothing was now the least of her concerns.
"Dunwoody, do a scan. What is this stuff?" Colin was speaking to nobody in particular as he dusted his shoulders off.
"Inconclusive " a strange voice responded from the ceiling.
"Oh God." Penelope felt her stomach drop. "Is this Cordyceps or something?"
"No." Colin sighed in frustration. "Dunwoody, seal off the airshafts connected to this elevator. Did the powder spread anywhere?"
"Not yet sir." Dunwoody's voice had a bit of an Irish accent, but whoever he was was of little concern to her at the moment. "Vents are sealed. The two of you have enough air for approximately seventy-two hours."
"Three days?" Penelope's fears started to outweigh any shyness. "Am I going to die in an elevator?"
"No!" Both Colin and Dunwoody said in unison.
"The ideal course would be to call the cops," Dunwoody said calmly, his voice far too detached. "Get the CDC or the bomb squad involved to assess the threat."
"That would be a PR nightmare." Colin clenched his jaw. "This could all be a prank. First assess that this stuff is natural or synthetic?"
"Initial reads indicate natural." Dunwoody's voice showed no signs of urgency.
"Keep scanning, see if you can get a handle on what this is." Colin picked up the envelope.
"Scanning? Who is Dunwoody?" Penelope's brain was going a mile a minute and couldn't think of filtering out a more important question.
"He's my A.I." Colin stuck his hand in the package. "He runs the building."
Huh! Curious.
Penelope continued to wipe herself off as best she could, trying not to freak out. Colin pulled out a mechanical spring attached to a bag with a little bit of the dust inside. At least that explained the powder spewing.
Next he took out a single piece of paper. In giant block letters all it read were two words: HAVE FUN. — CRESSIDA.
“Bitch.”
"What the fuck is going on?" Penelope started to shake. "This is Cordyceps isn't it? We're going to die."
Her body betrayed her before logic could catch up. A sharp rush of warmth spread through her core, pheromones spiking uncontrollably, skin flushing beneath the powder residue. Her heart hammered so hard it made her dizzy, ears ringing as panic crowded out everything else. The instinct to curl in on herself, to seek shelter, clawed up her spine.
Her vision narrowed, the edges darkening as fear tipped her hormones into overdrive, every omega response screaming danger, danger, danger.
She swayed where she stood, fingers curling into her skirt as the elevator seemed to tilt beneath her feet.
"Look at me." A hand was on her shoulder, but she couldn't get steady. "LOOK AT ME."
The command forced her eyes to snap up. Colin was holding her in place by her waist. "Don't be so dramatic. It's not the Cordyceps, and nobody's dying today. Not on my watch." He squeezed her waist. "I promise."
Penelope nodded weakly.
"Good. Dunwoody, call Strelitz." Colin put an arm on the elevator door and leaned forward as a phone rang.
"Hello?" The voice was as recognizable as Colin or Benedict's would've been.
It was Dr. Charlotte Strelitz. Chief scientist in Bridgerton's pharmaceutical division. An area of research dedicated to creating new medicines that would be free to anyone. Penelope spent much of her interview talking about ways to highlight that effort. Though she couldn't tell if it was a comfort having one of the greatest minds in science consulted over this or if it added to the urgency.
"Can you get a hazmat team set up on my personal floor? Assemble a decontamination area, without alerting the press. Your division should have the supplies."
"Colin?" Dr. Strelitz sounded confused. "What happened? Where are you?"
"We got doused with some weird powder. I've already sealed off the elevator. The rest of the building is safe."
There was a long pause before Dr. Strelitz spoke again.
"Is is Cordyceps?"
Penelope's eyes started to tear again, his grip on her shoulder no longer comforting as she slipped out from under him and leaned against the corner.
"No, and for god's sake, are all my employees equally fascinated by that zombie game?" Colin pinched his eyes shut. "Anyway. I've got Dunwoody doing scans trying to figure out what this is. Can you set up the decontamination area or not?"
"I'll need to get the area sealed off, suits ready, showers, airlock bags for the clothes." Dr. Strelitz was making a checklist.
"That's not an answer, Charlotte." Colin's tone was getting shorter and shorter.
"Yeah. I can do it. We're looking at four-six hours to set it up. Do you want me to call the CDC?"
"Damn. First Dunwoody, now you? What is with you guys wanting to involve the entire world?" Colin threw one of his hands in the air, as the other one grabbed her hips even more firmly.
“You know who did this, don't you?” Dr. Strelitz asked calmly, and Colin nodded.
“It's that greedy cow,” he said, crumpling the namecard he found inside the envelope.
“Oh.”
“Yes, Dr. Strelitz. Oh. Which is why I don't want to broadcast this whole issue for the entire world to see, analyse and watch me fumble without knowing her exact motives.”
"Sir," Dunwoody interrupted. "I have identified the substance. It is Ipomea put-urea helianthus annulus."
"I don't care what it is called. Is it toxic?" Colin made a fist in his hair and tugged, making Penelope's anxiety flare. "Do I need to worry about it spreading?"
"Once exposed to the air the spores are active for up to three hours. The effects last the same amount of time. There is no risk for permanent damage." Dunwoody's words made Penelope's chest heave with relief.
"Oh thank God." Her legs almost gave out, but Colin grabbed her arms to support her.
"See, everything will be fine." His smile was meant to reassure, but Penelope still needed a moment to calm down on her own.
"Yeah." She moved against the wall of the elevator, his hands dropping from her shoulders a second time.
"Charlotte, cancel the hazmat stuff. I think we can last three hours together in an elevator?" Colin looked at Penelope and winked.
She nodded her head. Three hours was doable. A spark of hope ignited. Maybe she could turn this positive and get her elevator pitch in. This was Colin's fault after all.
"Colin, who is in the elevator with you?" Dr. Strelitz didn't have the same relief in her voice as Penelope expected.
"Uhh… just…Rapunzel, sorry what's your name?" Colin pointed.
"Penelope Featherington, from marketing." She lifted her hand and gave a wave.
A cringe crossed her face at how awkward the introduction had been, but then Colin let out a laugh and smiled. It sent a warmth through her, maybe he wasn't as intimidating as she thought.
"Marketing huh?" Colin stuck his hands in his pockets. "Maybe we can spend the next three hours talking about your department. We've been neglecting it lately, and it is the face of the company, and what a face it is."
Penelope's thoughts had been focused on his accomplishments till that point. But now all the other factors filled her mind. Headline: Colin Bridgerton, the playboy. The endless list of women, a-list stars, international models. She would never compare to them and had no desire to sleep her way to the top.
"Colin, stop flirting," Dr. Strelitz warned him.
"Flirting? I'm only trying to get to know one of our employees." Colin peered at her from below his lashes, and Penelope was mesmerised by the thickness of them.
"Listen to me. Both of you." Charlotte’s voice made Penelope look to the speaker. "There's only a few minutes left until it kicks in, but you both got blasted with...well with…"
"Is it getting hot in here?" Colin tugged at the collar of his T-shirt.
Penelope noticed her blouse was feeling scratchy. She untucked it from her skirt and undid the top button.
"Did the AC flip off with the vents?" She stepped out of her heels, now enjoying the way the cool floor felt on her feet.
"Hey, Dunwoody, could you turn back on a fan? Get some circulation going?" Colin pulled his shirt out from his jeans, Penelope caught a flash of his toned stomach, getting an even deeper understanding of his playboy status.
"The fan is on high. It is currently 68 degrees in the elevator." Dunwoody's voice was so human it was creepy, but that was the genius of Colin Bridgerton.
"Colin, listen!" Charlotte chimed back in. "That spore, it's coition pollen."
"What's coition pollen?" Penelope couldn't contain the giggle as she glanced between the gorgeous man and the speaker, confused as to how she found him intimidating at all.
But Colin’s expressions had melted from relief into terror. That only made Penelope laugh harder.
"Is there any way we can get Penelope out of here?" Colin was tall enough he pushed up a ceiling tile. She bit back the urge to lick her lips at the view of the skin he was displaying. This time his stomach peaked out and she admired the V below his abs that pointed at the more delicious parts of his anatomy.
"Not without the risk of spreading the spores." Dunwoody's matter-of-fact tone no longer bothered Penelope. “If she's carrying the spores, she'd be spreading the pollen to everyone within a 10 feet radius of her. That along with her status as an unmated omega, and considering the number of unmated alphas currently present in a building, it would be a bigger nightmare.”
“Colin, I think you need to bring the lady on board and just go with the flow.” Charlotte's tone was matter-of-factly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Colin paced for a while. Then he abruptly stopped and looked at Penelope curiously. "Well, Rapunzel, it looks like we're about to get to know each other very well."
"What?" She tilted her head to the side, thinking the dust looked more like glitter now. Either her vision was getting hazy or she was going into a heat.
But that would be ridiculous. She had just come out of her week-long heat last month. Which she had survived in her small dingy flat, alone.
Her heat could have been warmer, safer, if an alpha like this fine specimen in front of her was in her nest to take care of her. Would he be gentle? Commanding? Caring, afterwards?
Penelope shook her head violently. What was wrong with her?
"Will someone tell me what's going on?" She pushed her sleeves up her arms as high as they could go.
"So, princess, I know this is going to sound crazy, but you're about to enter your heat. Not a little bit either, to the point that it is going to feel like you're dying if you don't get laid. And the pheromones you release would make resisting you almost an extraordinary feat for me. Now my old friend Charlotte here is insistent I get your consent now and just wing it raw. So would you like to have sex with me?"
Penelope stared at him, her mouth open in disbelief. She was waiting for the punchline, but he didn’t bat an eyelash. The heat in her body rushed to her heart and twisted as she realized he was completely serious.
"Are you out of your fucking minds?" She stomped a foot down. "No. I do not want to have sex with a man I just met in an elevator."
"I told you I shouldn't have asked," Colin hissed at Charlotte. "I am not going to do it if she’s not into me.”
Charlotte sighed. “As you wish. But there will be severe side effects. And she’s going to be begging for it anyway once she enters her heat!"
"It isn't right," Colin said pointedly. "And you know it."
Their voices started to drain out as Penelope's body heat continued to rise. The floor no longer felt cool on her feet. She spun away from Colin and undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse, trying to fan herself with the sides. It wasn't enough. The skirt began to feel too tight. Suffocating even.
All Penelope could think of was the heat as she pushed the clothing down her hips and stepped out of it, the shirt long enough to cover her panties.
She tried to think of anything to distract herself from stripping down further. Who did Colin Bridgerton think he was? Asking her a question like that? Did he think she was the type of girl who slept with strange men in an elevator? Would love her cunny stuffed with his cock while her mouth got ravished by his lips? The image sent a shiver down her spine. Could she do that? Did she want to? Why was it making her lick her lips?
Juices started to pool at her core. She took a deep breath, the smell of her arousal was permeating in the air. Maybe she had spoken too soon.
He continued to argue with Charlotte on the phone, but she spun around. No longer concerned with the lack of clothing.
"Wait." When she spoke he turned his head to her.
Colin's eyes glazed over immediately as he took a whiff of her scent, and his reaction sent more fire through her body.
"I changed my mind." She stepped forward and let the shirt fall off, showing her soft curves. "Yes. I would like to have sex with you."
Colin wasted no time grabbing the hem of his undershirt and pulling it over his head, muscles rippling as the hair on his chest came into full view.
"This is a bad idea," he said, almost growling. "I’m usually better than this."
"We can abstain for a few hours. Jerk off if you have to," he said helplessly even as his hand roved over his muscular chest, rubbing his big palms over his grizzly chest hair, and the sight made Penelope even wetter.
"Please." Penelope walked forward and pressed her chest to his, no longer feeling any inhibitions. "I want this. I really do. I was too embarrassed to say so."
"Penelope." Colin licked his lips, oh god, and didn't that make his smell hit even harder? He seemed to realise that too, as he closed his eyes helplessly and took shallow breaths, as if that would make her smell less enticing. "Stay over here. Touch yourself if you have to. I will try not to look."
"Why?" This sudden freedom of feelings, expressing herself, going after what she really wanted was foreign. "Can't you help me?"
His blue eyes glazed over. But then he blinked several times and shook his head. His hands bore down on her, pushing her to the floor. She let out a whimper when he rose and walked back to the other corner.
He looked gigantic from the new angle—the perfect alpha. Penelope imagined his cock, it would be just as impressive.
“Please, please…alpha. I’d do anything… anything…”
Colin came back into her field of vision. His eyes glued to hers as he ran his hand over his clothed rapidly growing erection. The man was hot, gorgeous in fact. How could Penelope have been so terrified of him a few minutes ago? Too nervous to talk and now ready to beg for his cock, his knot.
"Fuck, fuckity fuck. It shouldn’t have to happen like this. But… but… oh fuck!" Colin was enthralled by the sight of her, writhing, moaning, begging for him to take her. "Look at that, darling. You’re so needy, so perfect."
Penelope moaned as she watched Colin touch himself, eyes glued to her. There was a desperation in them. One she wanted to satisfy with her hands, her mouth, her cunt.
Feeling a wave of courage she dipped her hands to her panties and pushed them off. Not wanting any barrier between herself him. She kicked them away and then brought her hands to her bra, undoing the clasp with ease and tossing the garment to the side. She put her hands behind her and arched her back, pressing her ample chest forward.
“Dear lord, you’re so perfect, its unreal!” Colin murmured, gulping his own saliva at the sight of her big, juicy tits.
Penelope was ready to crawl toward him and beg him some more when a cramp hit her stomach and she fell forward onto the floor. Her insides began to twist. “Aah… it hurts.”
"Princess, are you okay?" Colin tried to come closer but held himself back at the last possible moment.
"That feeling like you're going to die." Penelope gripped her side. "It comes on fast."
She curled up in a ball, sliding one hand between her legs. Her fingers felt too small as she rubbed herself, her body too aware of what would ease the pain.
"It will pass, Penelope." The sound of Colin’s zipper dropping, along with her name on his tongue made her moan. "And you will be grateful I didn't touch you."
"I hate you." Penelope forced her eyes open and looked up.
His hand was down his pants now, fisting his cock. If he would just come over, slide inside of her, she was certain it would end the misery. The thought made her cry as another cramp formed and more slickness gathered between her legs.
"You can help her," Dunwoody’s human-yet-mechanical voice chimed. “It is the most logical option, with long term benefits.”
"There would be no permanent damage. Remember?" Colin’s voice made her dizzy.
Her stomach tightened and she groaned as she bent tighter into a ball, desperate for any pressure from the cramp to dissipate.
"Acually, the spores can't cause permanent damage, but if the effects are left untreated it can lead to ulcers, dehydration, paralysis and PTSD." Charlotte Strelitz's voice made Penelope forget where she was for a moment, as if the past five minutes hadn't happened.
"HANG UP THE PHONE, DUNWOODY!" Colin yelled in frustration.
Then he gently bent over her curled form and spoke gently. “Listen, Penelope. I do not like what is happening to me, either. But a business rival thought it would be fun to mess with me like this. Now, I understand that in normal circumstances we wouldn’t have done it. But… ahhh.. It seems to me like this,” he gestured between them, “Is inevitable.”
Penelope nodded helplessly.
“So now, princess, I can just assure you of one thing. I will try my best to alleviate our symptoms without making it complicated for you. Is that alright?”
"That's good enough for me." Penelope wasn't sure what complications he was trying to warn her about.
His hands touched her hips, rolling her on to her stomach.
"Going to help you out, princess." He pushed her legs underneath her and pulled her hips up. "Give you what you need."
"Please." Penelope let out another whimper, unable to support herself.
"Fuck, you're soaked." The tip of his cock ran down her slit. When his head brushed at her entrance she cried out.
Colin slid inside with ease, her cunt quivering as he stretched her. He was large, easily the biggest she'd ever taken.
"Holy shit, you're tight." Colin continued his descent.
"Faster." Penelope was hopeless underneath him, too weak to push herself back.
"I don't want to hurt you." He grunted as his cock pushed further.
"Please, more." Tears stung her eyes as she tried to rock her hips. "Please… pleeeaseee… I need you."
"Fuck, you feel amazing." Colin reached underneath her body and found her clit. "I don't think I am going to last long this round."
He pinched her swollen bud, making her cry out. His fingers brought the sensation hers could not. What sounded like a roar left her mouth as waves of pleasure covered her body. Every pulse bringing the lost energy back.
Colin continued to flick her pearl as his other hand moved to the small of her back. The release made the cramps vanish and soon Penelope found herself on all fours with him fully sheathed inside of her.
He pulled out and slammed back in, no longer seeming to care about hurting her. She didn't think he could anyway, not when she was this wet for him. Oh god he was good. Sooo, soooo good!
"Shit." Colin pulled out and his cock smacked it across her arse.
Warm cum hit her back in spurts. She wasn't a fan of creampies. Most of the alphas she dated were giant arses. So getting her cunt flooded with cum always felt riskier, vulnerable. But still she hated the idea of his cum being wasted. A frustrated whine left her mouth. She wanted him to finish inside of her, if not her snatch then at least her mouth.
"What's wrong, sweety?" Colin crawled on his knees until he was on her left side, his hand tucking her hair behind her ear.
Penelope's eyes went straight to his nude form, focusing on his cock. It was streaked with their mixed juices, and she moaned at the sight.
"I want your cum." Penelope had never said something so dirty in her life, let alone to a handsome billionaire stranger. Her eyes locked with his, wanting a response.
Colin’s lips twitched into a smile. "I think you're going to get plenty." He took his place behind her, making her body shake with anticipation. He began pressing his still hard cock inside of her. A purr left her lips as she was filled again.
"Upset I came on your back, princess?" She nodded, no longer feeling any semblance of shame.
"Well, I have more for you." He dug his fingers into her hips as he pumped in and out. The action elicited another moan. His fingertips found one of her nipples and he began tweaking. The whimpers turned to squeals at the sensation, but then his other hand found her bundle of nerves and began massaging.
"Fuck me faster," Penelope said as Colin picked up the pace.
She realized he was in total control of her body, guiding her, manhandling her, and yet, taking care enough not to hurt her. When his cock slammed back into her it caused her walls to spasm. When he pinched her nipples it made her entire body shake and quiver. He used her body in a way she never thought possible. It was like she was made for this. For him. The thought mixed with his caresses was too much and another orgasm erupted.
This was even more intense and her pussy began to contract around his cock.
"I'm going to cum " she declared and Colin began ramming into her hard, making her squeal.
"Here you go, princess." Colin rolled her nipple between his fingers as he slammed into her repeatedly, then at the last possible moment, he withdrew his cock from her cunt and turned her around.
“What? Why—”
“Take it into your mouth. Swallow it.”
She gagged as her face pressed into his pelvis, never having taken a cock this deep in her throat. Before she could object, he hardened in her mouth and released. His load hit the back of her tongue. It was delicious and the act made appreciation spread through her. Penelope felt lucky he let her taste him.
Colin let go of her head and rose to his feet. Without the support she fell to her side, her chest heavy as her body attempted to recover from the bliss, but eager for more at the same time.
Not even five minutes later, his hands grabbed her thigh and flipped her to her back, spreading her legs in the process. He was hard again, kneeling between her legs and lining up with her pussy. She craned her neck and got a look at him disappearing inside of her. It felt like he was large enough to split her in half. And yet he slid in effortlessly, once again. She gasped at the image, shocked at how smooth she was taking him.
"So good, princess." Colin leaned forward so his face was above hers.
He put hands on either side of her head as he pumped into her.
"You're handling me so well." He pushed his face down and pressed his lips to hers while he fucked her.
Penelope moaned, opening her mouth and inviting his tongue inside. His kiss was as powerful as his persona. She was coming undone again, her entire being. Colin’s kiss and praise were perfect. She would do anything to show she was deserving of them. Anything!
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Penelope lost track of how many orgasms she'd had. He took her cunt and her mouth, back and forth, never leaving her holes empty for more than a few minutes at most.
Right now she found herself back where she started, on all fours. This time he was buried inside her, as they both watched his big hands knead her breasts and tug at her nipples in the full length mirror present in the elevator.
His hand snuck down to stoke her swollen nub while he nibbled at her neck and her earlobe, murmuring words of praise.
“Thats my girl. You’re so good to me, omega!”
She was aware that they were covered in juices. They'd tried their best to wipe off in between sessions, but there was too much. He hadn’t finished inside her even once, which led to some of his seed drying in patches on her skin. Penelope promised herself she would never wash it away. Her alpha owned her, and she wanted the world to know.
Another orgasm was building and she bucked her hips faster against Colin, but then his fingers disappeared from her clit making her moan and cry out loudly. Colin's hands went to her hips and held her still while he slowed down.
"Why???" she asked.
"Princess, I think it's time we tried something new?" Colin's hand slid from her hip around the curve of her arse. A finger dipped and ran down the split.
"No." Penelope shook her head in protest.
"It will be fun." Colin pulled out slow, making her body try to tighten and keep him inside.
"Let's just try a thumb for now. I'll go faster again?"
Penelope had never had anything up that hole, but Colin's thumb didn't look that big and she wanted him to return to full speed. A muffled yes left her mouth as she nodded her head. Soon, there was a pressure on her tiny hole and she whimpered as something slick eased inside. It didn't feel right and she tried to expel the invader.
"That's it, princess." Colin sank his digit deeper. "Open up for me."
She wiggled her hips a little and he pinched her nipple, making her gasp.
"See, princess. Not so bad, eh?" Colin's hand returned to her clit and he began to thrust with renewed energy.
All the orgasms he had given Penelope made her feel like a real princess. A spoiled one at that.
The lost release was reforming and Penelope started to buck her hips against Colin as his finger rubbed her pearl with expertise.
The crest of her finish started to form and she moaned as her back arched. Before the wall of ecstasy broke down Colin's hand moved to her hip.
"Whaaa—?" Penelope cried in frustration.
The orgasm vanished as Colin stopped moving. Her body started to shake.
"How about we add another finger, princess?"
Penelope turned and looked at him, hoping to give him a glare and tell him to fuck her now and not be a tease, but all she saw were hungry blue eyes staring back at her.
She nodded and tried to relax, wanting to please him. There was a slight burn as Colin slid a second finger inside of her. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable either. She let out a groan.
"Good job." His fingertips flickered her nipple. "Such a good girl."
A smile crossed his face and he tilted his head. He was proud of her. The feeling warmed her heart and she relaxed further as Colin began scissoring the fingers in her rear, opening her in a way like never before.
He resumed kissing her neck too, spreading his fingers inside her arse as he moved. Penelope realized she liked it a lot, his fingers in her arse. The sensation made her feel fuller. Almost more complete.
Again the orgasm started to build. She had been primed twice and was more than ready for her finish. Her eyes started to roll in the back of her head as her body tensed up. Colin rewarded her by stilling yet again. Penelope let out a frustrated scream.
"Just fuck me in the arse, and be done with it, but please… please… let me cum!" She couldn't take any more of the teasing and knew this was where it was headed.
He wasted no time and guided her face to the floor of the elevator, still kneeling in front of her. When she looked to the tile Colin's hands slid up her back until he arrived at her rear. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them.
"Deep breath, princess, and relax." Colin pressed his cock against her tiny opening.
She inhaled and braced herself, but to her surprise it felt more like pressure than pain when he pushed inside. He stretched her and she moaned, taking him inch by inch. He grabbed her body and pulled it towards him till her back was flush with his chest.
The movement brought her upright and made her impale herself on Colin's cock. Penelope moaned as Colin stuffed her in a way she'd never imagined, never craved, but it felt so right. The hint of burn, the satisfaction it brought to her body. Her back hit Colin's chest and she realized she'd taken him in his entirety.
His hands began playing with her breasts, making her feel warm and fuzzy, once again. Penelope didn't know what she did right to deserve this much attention as her head fell back against Colin's shoulder.
"You were made for this." Colin kissed her neck. "Made for me. Weren’t you?"
Penelope didn't even know him, but at the same time knew him better than anyone on the planet.
"I never want this to end." She rolled her hips, encouraging Colin to start moving. He rocked slower than she wanted, but she trusted him not to hurt her in this delicate position. "I want to be yours forever."
"Can you handle being with me forever?" Colin wrapped his arms around her waist and went up on his knees, bringing her with him, as he began massaging her clit. Penelope cried out, her head dropping back against Colin.
It was tight. It was so tight Penelope was sure she was going to burst. She fell forward bracing her hands on the elevator floor as Colin moved in deeper. She felt every inch him.
"So good, princess," Colin praised and she almost came on the spot. "My sweet little omega. Tell me. Tell me what do you want?"
The tears that had dried started to form again. Penelope wasn't sure if it was from the pleasure, the pain, or hearing his words. She didn't care either.
“I want to belong to you. Please… please fill me up. Take my cunt, give me your knot.”
Colin immediately slipped out of her arse and gently turned her on her back. He pressed inside her sopping wet cunt and didn't stop till he bottomed out and she was filled to the brim. He kissed at her neck and shoulders, cooing praises unintelligible to her while she adjusted to his size.
Colin nearly lost his mind when he felt her walls flutter and squeeze him, and promptly began rutting into her, making her gasp.
His thrusts grew desperate and unsynchronized until Penelope got to the point where she told him he was moving too slow. She started to rock her hips against him and he picked up on her lead.
“Fuck me. Give me your knot. Fill me up nicely, alpha.”
"Do you really want that?" Colin pressed his lips to hers in a light kiss, contrasting the pumping below. "To be mine? Forever? To have my knot? My cum inside you?"
"Yes." Penelope locked eyes with him. "Forever."
"There you go, then." Colin went faster. He stroked her breasts while deepening his kiss, his tongue owning her mouth.
The thrice denied orgasm resurfaced. It was so close she couldn't focus on the kiss any longer and her head slumped back. She started to gasp for breath, scared she would pass out before the finish, but her body was incapable of participating any longer. Forced to give him total control.
Once she gave in, a haze came over her. Her body trembled as a series of several mini orgasms went off. She convulsed and clawed at his chest, unsure if she was going to float away or melt into oblivion.
Then Colin thrusted into her hard one last time and slumped on top of her. She could feel the base of his cock swelling, a knot forming, locking him inside her. It was happening. She had been taken by a real alpha. Her alpha. That thought alone made her body tremble below his. He finished inside of her cunt for the first time, the warmth of his seed was more than she expected and tears of joy ran down her face as her body received what it was made for after all these years for the first time.
Fuck!
Having him coat her insides, own her in this way made aftershocks of pleasure spread through her body. This was euphoria. She was his girl. His princess. His little omega.
It was enough. The hunger was satiated. Consciousness slipped away as Penelope collapsed, being supported by him. Her final thought that she belonged to him. Forever.
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The ache in her knees was the first thing Penelope noticed. Everything hurt, but her joints and breasts in particular. Before her eyes opened flashes of the elevator came to mind. Colin Bridgerton fucking her wildly. The way she had been begging for it. The shame of her behavior was more painful than the soreness in her body and she winced.
"Good morning." Colin’s voice made her pop her eyes open. "Or maybe I should say good night."
He was sitting in a chair next to the bed. Showered and dressed in fresh clothes.
A bed?
When did she get in a bed? Penelope glanced down and saw she was nude under the sheet. Her body was covered in lovebites. She pulled it to her chest as she sat up and looked around. This wasn't her apartment.
"How are you feeling?" He held out a glass of water.
"Sore." She took the drink as more memories of the day came back. "So that was awkward."
"Yeah, I guess it was." He scratched the back of his head before pointing to a door. "The shower is through there. I had someone bring some clothes in your size."
"Thanks." Penelope looked around the bedroom.
It was gigantic. Painted gray with a fireplace and flat screen tv on one wall, bookshelves built into the other, the bed on the third, and the fourth a floor to ceiling skyline view of the city. This was not a place she belonged.
"I should probably get home." And never return, she thought.
First thing in the morning she was going to start job hunting. Maybe even tonight. After today she wasn't interested in running into him ever again.
So humiliating. So fucking weird. She had fucked her boss in the elevator. When she was on some kind of drug induced haze.
"Now this is going to sound awkward." Colin rolled his lip between his teeth. "But you are home."
"Excuse me?" Penelope didn't understand.
"One of the effects of the pollen, increased fertility." Colin leaned forward. "I was trying not to finish inside of you, but I lost control at the end. Penelope, you're pregnant."
"What?" Penelope cringed, remembering how she begged for his cum. "But that's not possible. I'm on the suppressor pill."
She pressed her hands to her chest. It ached. It couldn't have been more than a few hours, but something about her body already felt different. She looked at him with an open mouth.
"Even if I am, that doesn't mean I have to stay here..." Before she could finish her thought Colin stood up from the chair, towering over her, rising to his full alpha height.
"You're carrying my pup, Penelope. I'm not going to let you out of my sight. What if something happened to you?" He sat down on the bed and put a hand on her knee.
"But I have a job, a life. And then…Women have choices." She leaned away from him.
Colin's blue eyes darkened as he glared daggers. “What the fuck were you implying by that?”
"That's not what I meant." She didn't know what business of his it was if that was what she meant. "I’d obviously keep the child if I’m pregnant. I just... I don't even know you. And having a child with you—"
"Well we have nine months to get to know each other better. Would you be more comfortable If I marked you?" Colin smiled. "Would you rather get married now or wait until the baby comes?"
Penelope couldn't stop blinking, certain she heard him wrong. When he nodded his head waiting for an answer she about exploded.
"Are you crazy?" She pushed his arm away and sunk back into the bed. "I'm not marrying you or getting marked by you. You're a stranger."
Colin stared at her in shock, and Penelope changed gears. “Look, silver linings. We haven’t marked each other. Maybe it is fine to just pretend that it didn't happen—”
“Pretend that it didn't ha—” Colin almost shrieked in frustration. Then, taking in her frightened expression, he caught himself and took a few deep breaths. “I'm sorry. I just… I don't think your approach would work. Like at all.”
“But I don't—”
"This is a lot to take in." Colin cut her off as he abruptly stood up from the bed. "I'll give you some time to calm down. How about I make you some food. You love bacon right?"
"What?" Penelope tilted her head to the side. "How did you know that?"
"I've spent the last few hours finding out everything I can about you." Colin moved to the door. "Remember, you said you wanted to be mine forever—"
"I was high!" Penelope couldn't believe this was happening.
Colin paused as he opened the exit to the room. She could tell he was debating on his words. “I had expected surprise, a bit hesitation. But this… this repulsion? Really, Penelope? I remember you begging for it. Promising me that you’ll stay with me forever. And now, after I have already knotted you? You say I haven’t marked you so it will be fine to pretend nothing happened?”
Penelope clamped her mouth shut, not knowing how to respond to that.
"You will learn to like it here, princess." Colin gave a halfhearted smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and she could feel he was not at all pleased with her reaction. "I promise, this will be good."
With that, he shut the door. Penelope jumped out of the bed and went for the knob. It was locked.
“Sorry, princess. Dunwoody is under strict orders to not let you out of this penthouse. It's for your own good. Please rest.” Colin’s commanding voice boomed from a speaker installed somewhere in the room, and Penelope cursed low under her breath.
Dread settled in as she tried to wrap her mind around what just happened. She walked to the big french window and pressed her head to the glass.
She was locked in a high tower right now. Very high.
Maybe the nickname Rapunzel wasn't that far off.