She squeezes her thighs tighter, and the scent of slickness bursts into the air. I am instantly hard. My cock leaps, blood rushing to the tip. I slide down her body, still without touching her, but her body knows I am there.
She mutters under her breath, incomprehensible words that sound almost drunk, and a flush of desire twists my guts.
She’s high on my presence, my purring, on me, just me. It’s how I want it to be. Just me and her and nothing else between us.
Another low growl flows out of me, and I modulate my voice so the notes loop over her waist.
Goosebumps flare on the strip of skin just above her pussy.
My gaze drops there, slides farther down to her quivering flesh. Plump, pink, and ready for me. I lower my nose to the triangle between her thighs and purr lightly. Her entire body shakes, and her hips thrust up.
Slick flows down from her core, glistening, calling to me. I lick up that sweet, honeyed essence, and it goes straight to my head. My dick throbs with so much force my groin tightens, and it’s so painful that I know I need her now.
Sliding my hands between her thighs, I gently part them then gaze at the pink, succulent clit that peeks out from under its hood. My stomach rumbles, and my mouth waters. Bending down, I lick the bud just once, permitting myself to taste it.
Her entire body arches, her chest rises off the bed, and her head thrashes from side to side.
I increase the intensity of my purring, and project my voice to coil the sound waves over her skin, spooling it around her breasts, to cocoon her and soothe her.
A shallow breath quivers from her, and her breasts with those incredible nipples rise and fall. She quiets. The lines between her eyebrows lessen. Rising, the weight of my full-to-bursting balls almost dragging me down, I bite my lower lip to stifle the groan.
I stay poised over her, waiting until her breath deepens, then, gripping her hips and angling them just so, I slide into her.
She sighs and stills, and every muscle in her body tenses.
Every instinct in me tingles and warns that if I do this, I’ll never be rid of her. If I take her now, I know there is no going back. I’ll be taking her all over again, and then there will be no me, no her, just this intense connection which sears my soul. Every time she is out of sight, my stomach twists. I want her with a primal need that no one else can satisfy. No one but her. She is already my weakness. Can I live with that?
I stay poised right there at the entrance of her channel as moisture flows out to cover the tip of my dick.
The soft inside walls of her pussy clench around me, drawing me in gradually.
I grit my teeth so hard that pain rips through my upper jaw, joining the litany of aches and pains which riddle my torso. The sheer warmth of her, the scent of her, that essence of her that pours into my blood and draws me in farther, farther. She moans and wriggles her hips, and then I slide in, all the way into her.
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Lucy
One moment I am aching and empty, and the next he is there inside me. Plunging into me, filling me.
I didn’t realize how empty I was, not until he slams all the way home, until I am filled, and yet empty for more. My belly quivers.
My toes curl, and I dig my fingers into the soft sheets under me. I am surrounded by his heat, his scent, that sharp bite of his cum.
The pulse drums at my temples. My breasts ache. Why isn’t he holding them and biting down on my nipples?
I thrust my chest up, and a warm, moist tongue swirls around my nipple. His teeth grip the throbbing flesh, and he sucks on it. The vibrations travel all the way to my core. My hot, melting core that is already filled with him. I open my mouth to scream, and my eyes fly open to meet his gaze.
That burning indigo gaze of his gleams silver with arousal.
He closes his mouth over mine and absorbs my groan. His tongue thrusts into my mouth at the same time his cock fills me to the brim. I am burning with pleasure, melting with desire, covered by him, wallowing in his scent, his sweat, his very essence that spills over me, and I know I don’t want to be anywhere but right where I am.
He plunges into me again with so much force that my entire body moves up the mattress. The thump of the headboard against the wall shatters through the sexual haze filling my head.
My gaze flies around the room, and I recognize his suite. The first tendrils of uncertainty slither down my spine when he leans back and licks his lips.
Perhaps he smells my uncertainly? For his actions slow, become more coercing, seductive.
He pulls his shaft all the way out, his hand slides up the back of one thigh, and he wraps my leg around his waist so my heel is pressed into the curve of his spine, then he does the same with the other.
It’s almost worse because he leans down and brushes his mouth over mine again, and a third time until I part my lips. How can I resist this sweet assault on my senses any more than when he’d taken me with all his strength?
Either way, he just has to look at me, touch me, purr for me, and I am his willing slave. Then why is he withholding the mating bond?
I start to wrap my arm around his neck when he grabs my hand and pulls it up and above my head.
He yanks up my other arm, shackling both with one hand. All along, his mouth doesn’t stop that sweet, sensual seduction of my lips. Every scrape of his shaft against my sensitive channel sends shivers of lust radiating up my spine. I am one turbulent, twining mass of sensations.
Every inch of my skin hurts.
My every breath is filled with his essence. He’s all I see, all I taste. I am enveloped in his touch; the dominance of his presence pins me down.
He grips my thigh and tilts my hips up another millimeter, then sinks all the way in. A groan is drawn out of me.
His gaze still holds mine.
Is he punishing me? Or himself? And for what? My brain cells refuse to function anymore, and when I think I am going to come, he pulls out, he fucking pulls all the way out and stays there, poised.
I open my mouth to protest, and he covers my mouth with his and purrs. The vibrations from his big body ripple over mine, holding me in a cocoon of sound that ebbs and flows around me, that sinks into my blood. My womb cramps, and more slick flows forth.
He moves his hips to glide his dick inside just a little, enough that it sends waves of pleasure shooting up my spine. His big palm rubs down my side, over my hips, cupping my butt and squeezing.
His other palm covers my breast and pinches my nipple hard enough for another pulse of heat to flare low in my belly. All the time, he never stops that purring, raising it in intensity to continuously flow into me. The sound weaves a cocoon of comfort over me, pinning me down.
Every part of me is aching and needy—oh, so needy.
I want to dig my heels into his back, want to bury my nails into his shoulders, want to bite down on that tongue that is teasing, swiveling inside my mouth, sucking from me, drawing this intense response from me. Want to ride the climax that shivers up from the soles of my feet, gliding up my calves, up the back of my thighs, meeting that aching, burning fullness in my center that is so close, yet so far.
I try to strain for it and find I can’t move.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t do anything but give myself up to this intense coupling he’s subjecting me to.
His big body holds me down.
His purring seduces my spirit and holds me in thrall. His touch…oh, his touch on me, in me, inside me, all of it reduces me to the very essence of what I am. An omega. His slave. His. Only his.
Something inside me dissolves—that last barrier to resistance, perhaps?
Or that last strike of independence that has me holding out for this intense assault on all my senses.
His seduction, this ultimate showing of prowess, of what he actually is. A prime dominant alpha. All of my muscles relax, my spirit breaks free, and the climax pours up from my womb. Heat radiates out from my core, sweeping over me, flushing my blood wi
th endorphins.
Flashes of light flare behind my closed eyelids, and then I am falling, falling.
Inside me his knot snaps into place, and it’s so tight, so hard, so full…so everything, that I cannot put any more words to it.
The climax picks up another notch, screaming through me. I arch my spine and thrust every part of my body, from thigh, to hip, to breast, flush against him. I hold on to him as he shoots hot jets of cum into my channel.
When I come to, it is to the low hum of purring all around me, cocooning me, carrying me away on waves of warmth and heat and security, so much security.
My alpha will always take care of me.
Protect me.
Fuck me.
Knot me when needed.
He will breed me. And I want it, want him. Heat flushes my skin, followed by chills. My muscles tense.
Bands of steel close around me. He has me coiled on his chest. A pulse in my core warns me he’s still locked inside me. As I think that the knot widens, and his dick hardens, filling me up again. He draws his fingers through my hair, raking his fingernails over my scalp, and I shiver.
There’s something subtly different about how he’s holding me, touching me. Gone is that fierce need to possess, when he’d spoken to me and demanded I look at him and call him by name. It’s almost like he’s gone past that, and there’s this need to play my body, urge me to respond, make me so drunk on him, so dependent that I don’t want anything else. That I simply become his slave, a toy to be kept here, taken out and played with and then put back again. Something deep inside me insists I rebel. I don’t want to be merely his breeder. I am so much more than that. Much more than a pussy, more than just an omega.
Everything I’ve fought against my entire life comes crashing over me. My brain freezes, and I shove aside that sense of warmth and security he’s trying to weave over me. False, all false. Yet I want all that and much more.
I try to raise my head, and to my surprise, he lets me.
I crack my eyes open, my shoulders shaking with the effort. I feel drunk and vulnerable and open, and I want to ask him why he’s doing this to me. Why he’s keeping me captive in his arms, why he’s making me into a parody of what I am. Those blue eyes look at me with so much clarity, there’s so much intelligence shining in them…and intent and nothing else. No hurt, pain, no pleasure, no passion. All of this was meant to humiliate me and show me my place. A chill runs through me. Do I know this man? I know his body, every scar, every ink mark on his skin, but do I really know him, what he is, what he wants?
He blinks, and the blue is replaced with burning silver. Heat flows from him, and a low purring begins again.
Goosebumps flare on my skin. Every part of my body hurts and aches for him. The emptiness in my chest is matched with the blankness that gapes between my thighs, and then my core shudders, begging for release. Heat sweeps through me, from my heels all the way up to my core, and my womb clenches, begging for him. For that rough heaviness of my alpha’s touch, for his cock throbbing to fill me.
I shake my head and try to speak. He leans up and once more claims ownership my mouth and takes me under.
When I wake up next, I am alone—hands still flung up, my legs parted. The flesh between my legs aches. I move, and every part of me protests. I groan, then sigh as water trickles over my mouth. I lap it up greedily. In the dimness of the room, I can make out the outline of his great height as he moves away. He walks into the adjoining bathroom.
The sound of water running reaches me, then cuts off.
He appears again and, sitting on the bed, presses a wet cloth between my legs. I can’t stop the moan of pleasure that spills from me.
He drags the cloth across my thighs, wiping them.
His touch is rough, not lover-like, more like that of a master with his slave. Almost clinical. It shouldn’t arouse me. It should make me feel used, but instead, a shiver of anticipation runs up my spine.
He must notice, but he doesn’t say anything, just drags the cloth over my waist, around my breasts, swirling the rough cloth across my nipples, which tighten at once. My shoulders stiffen. In anticipation? In disgust, at myself? At how quickly he can arouse me? Perhaps I should push him away and tell him I can take care of myself?
His movements quicken. He’s able to anticipate my needs, and I hate that.
Even without the mating cord’s presence, I know he can sense my every move. He knows what turns me on, what angers me. He knows me. He’s invaded not just my body but also peeked into my soul. It unnerves me, and yet I want it, too.
I want every single emotion that he can invoke inside me. My shoulders stiffen. No, surely, that’s not right. I can’t be so in thrall of him, can I?
I curl my toes and squeeze my thighs, but he still doesn’t notice.
He flings aside the cloth, then drags the back of his palm up my throat, over my face, to swipe at my lips once, twice until they feel raw. Until it feels as if he’s trying to wipe his very scent off me, and that confuses me. “Zeus, what—”
“Shh, little squirrel.” He tosses the flannel aside.
Bending, he positions his body above mine. In the dim light, I can see the whites of his eyes, his breath low as his chest rises and falls. A low purr rumbles over me, and my eyelids flutter down. Heat seeps through me as my breath synchronizes to the ebb and flow of that hum. He licks my lips, and I shudder and reach up for more. Jutting my chin up, I open my lips.
“Greedy squirrel.” His low chuckle strums at my nerves.
There’s a light touch at my breast, and heat flushes my skin.
He tugs at my nipple, and I groan. I push out my breasts, not caring that I am signaling that I am in his thrall, that I am now submitting to him. I want his mouth, his fingers, his lips, his heat all over me.
I want to roll in his essence and crawl under his skin.
He trails his fingers over my waist, and a low scream rolls up my throat. “Fuck me.” I heave out a breath.
“Ask me nicely.”
Bending, he trails his lips and his tongue down my waist to my clit and swirls his tongue around the bud.
I explode. The low tension builds up from my core and surges through me. I strain to bring my hands down to grip his hair, to hold it there, to pull it back, to rub those whiskers against my inner thighs and feel his breath on my trembling cunt, and that’s when I realize I can’t.
I try to lower my right arm, but it’s restrained. My wrist is tied to the headboard.
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Zeus
I know the exact moment she realizes she is chained, for the muscles of her stomach stiffen. Her thighs clench, and the climax rips through her.
I nip at her clit and at the same time slide two fingers inside her channel, and she shatters around me.
She shatters around me, and I still don’t stop. I lick her pussy, suck on her clit, then shove another finger inside of her. I hook it at the center of her.
Her body tenses; her spine rears up and off the bed. A scream rips out of her.
Oh yeah, I know exactly how to draw a response from her.
For once, it’s not about me, and isn’t that a shock?
I want to keep her here, pleasured and senseless, drugged with me, at my mercy. It’s to keep her safe, to shield her from what I have to do over the next few weeks.
I need to fight the Vikings and not worry about her while I take on this new threat.
The scent of her is all around me, her sugary scent of slick that flows out over my tongue. I lap it up, commit it to memory for the time I have to be away.
It’s right I haven’t lowered the barrier on the mating bond; it would endanger her life if I did.
There is no telling if I will come back from this, and if I don’t…then I have left instructions for her to be taken to the harem. She’ll be well cared for.
It would be up to her if she took another alpha. My breath hitches. No, I will not let it come to that. I will be back. I will, but in the meanwhi
le, she needs to be here in my room, in my bed, safe, surrounded by my scent, my presence. It’s the only way I can let myself leave.
Before the aftereffects of the climax have faded away I rise, and pushing aside her legs, slide into her.
I cannot hurt her this last time, cannot leave her wanting.
I want to satisfy her, and it’s a strange feeling admitting it to myself.
I let myself take her, slowly, almost gently, filling her with every throbbing inch, drawing out her pleasure.
Her shoulders shudder, and her features twist as the climax builds again. She pants, and her chest heaves, up-down, in tandem with mine.
I frame her face with my big hands and place my forehead against hers. “I am sorry. It has to be this way.”
She swallows, then scissors her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper, and that fucking breaks me.
Tears roll down her cheeks, and I bend down and lick them up.
It feels like she is absolving me of all the sins I have committed so far.
I push aside the burden of guilt I have borne at killing my own father, of not being able to protect my mother. So what if I was too young to do so? I have my half brother imprisoned…but at least I didn’t kill him.
She helped save my life, and I am giving my omega her due.
Keeping her here under my protection. Filling her with my dick, pumping her full of my cum, knotting her so my seed will take root, and it will. It has to this time. And all through it, she’ll be safe here and cared for. Nothing will harm her. Not even me, for I will be away from her.
Her pussy clamps around my dick, and I come, shooting hot streams of cum inside her.
She shudders and slips her untied arm around my neck. She holds me as I slide my head down to her breasts.
The sound of our breathing mingles in the silence. She trails her fingers over my back, and the touch seeps through the sexual haze that dulls my mind.
Turning, without pulling out of her, I place her on my chest, then adjust the rope attached to her wrist so she is able to fold her arm with ease. I want to keep her as my prisoner but I don't want to hurt her. She came to assassinate me, betrayed me to my enemy, and instead of taking revenge, I am concerned about causing her discomfort. Fuck me.
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