Claimed by the Alpha

by Laxmi Hariharan

  “I know why you are doing this.” Her voice is soft.

  I run my fingers through her hair, down over the curve of her spine. “Doing what?”

  She pulls the chain attached to her hand. “You are keeping me bound, thinking you can curb my spirit that way.”

  “You are wrong.” I hadn’t intended to deny or confirm anything, but I can’t seem to stop myself from speaking.

  “So explain, then, General, why do you want to keep an unarmed omega like me under lock and key?”

  I gather my thoughts, wondering how to break it down for her, to tell her that she brings out a part of me that no one else can, that I’d lost her twice and I can’t let her go again. That she weakens me, makes me vulnerable…more human than I’ve ever felt before.

  “It’s to show you your place.” I try to keep my voice light, try to smirk.

  “You are scared, Alpha.” She raises her head, and those green eyes bore right into me.

  My throat closes, and apprehension strums at my nerves.

  “Me? You are accusing me, the most powerful alpha in the land, of being scared?” I lift her up and place her to the side on the bed, wanting suddenly to be away from the scrutiny of those eyes, needing some distance between us. I gather my thoughts again, trying to understand why I need to see her restrained.

  “Yeah, that’s exactly right. You are afraid of your emotions, General. Afraid that if you let on exactly what you feel for me, you’ll end up as being less of an alpha.” She thrusts that delicate chin out and looks at me, her nose so close our breaths mingle.

  The shared intimacy is not lost on me.

  I’ve never indulged in pillow talk. That’s for weaker people, for those who actually have time to pander to their emotions…not for someone like me who is too busy fighting for power, for vengeance, who is constantly haunted by memories.

  And yet, as I try to draw on that thirst for revenge that has motivated me so far, my mind comes up blank.

  Perhaps it’s this tentative truce with Kayden or the fact that Golan is dead while I am still alive with my omega in my arms.

  Or maybe…maybe it’s because this witch of an omega with her clever words, her bright eyes, and her delicate pussy which never fails to entice, has me in her grasp. And why is that so disturbing?

  I clench my jaw. A ripple of worry lodges in my gut, and my knot loosens.

  I pull out, and our joined fluids spill onto the bed. The scent of my cum mixed with her slick, that complex scent which I’ll carry with me, which I cannot quite define, sinks into my blood. I reach down and scoop up some of the mixture and bring it to her lips.

  She opens her mouth and licks it up, curls her tongue around my finger. Goosebumps flare on my skin, and a shudder runs straight down to my cock as if that particular piece of muscle is on a leash, on direct command to her.

  I’d thought she was responsive to me, but nothing has prepared me for the fact that my body is as tuned in to her as it is.

  With the barrier I’ve clamped on the mating bond, I’ve held back her essence from twinning with my spirit; but my physical self is completely and utterly enthralled by her. A shock runs through me.

  This is not what I’d wanted.

  I claimed an omega. I hadn’t thought that would mean she would own me.

  I knotted an omega. Didn’t mean I had to be trapped by her.

  Her touch, her feel, her scent that clings to my skin and to my soul. I am not ready for this. Not ready to let another into my heart… into my soul.

  Perhaps physically, my body will always have this primal response to her, but I cannot, will not, let her own any other part of me.

  Straightening, I get up, then climb over her and out of the bed.

  29

  Lucy

  Emotions flicker over his face. Helplessness, a realization, a strange vulnerability, even…then a decision.

  Those blue eyes of his lighten until they seem almost colorless.

  A cold light shines in them, and it chills my soul.

  “No.” I shake my head and reach for him, but it’s too late.

  He’s already taking a step back from the bed. He folds his arms over his massive chest, and the tattoo of wings down his biceps shudders as he flexes his muscles. His enormous bulk is powerful, lethal, and all mine. But he doesn’t accept it. Not yet.

  I sit up, groaning a little when my muscles protest.

  The flesh between my legs is sore, and twinges of heat radiate out from my sex.

  He’s so damn tall and broad. The sheer dominance of his presence pins me down. Every pore in my body is aware of him, his heat, his touch, how he can ram past any barriers I dare put up between us.

  I haul myself to sitting position, and my skin makes a squelching sound as it chafes over our joined fluids that coat the bedspread.

  The scent of our mating is everywhere. The claiming marks on my shoulder twinge. On the other side, the bullet wound throbs. My throat is dry, my chest is heavy, and my thighs ache. I almost chuckle. I am one completely fucked omega, and I probably look it.

  His gaze rakes over my breasts, down my waist, as I had hoped.

  My skin puckers, my breathing grows erratic. One look from him and my body is ready for him.

  He grips my shoulder and exerts enough pressure until I am once more flat on the bed. Figures, the alpha wants me on my back, legs spread open and ready to take his cock, again.

  So why does the touch of his big palm seem so damn familiar? Why does he make me feel safe? I have this absurd need to cry, but I will not. Not now. Not when I need to show him that I understand him. I can take what he gives me, and more. “I am not going anywhere.” I firm my lips.

  His forehead furrows, and those thick eyebrows knit.

  “Understatement.” He jerks his chin to where the chain around my wrist is tied to the iron bedstead.

  “You don’t need to do that.” I yank on the shackle and it doesn't give.

  He smirks, those full lips curve up, and I want to lean in and bury my teeth in that lush lower lip and suck on it. And if I do that, he’ll probably go all alpha on me again. He’ll either fuck me or else walk away. I huff out a breath. “I mean, I am here, I intend to wait for you, while you go off and complete your warrior duties, or whatever it is you think you have to do.”

  “Bossy, aren’t you?” His lips quirk. Then, he bends and chucks me under my chin. “But remember, in bed I am the one who takes charge.”

  “Like I could miss that!” I flick my hair over my shoulder.

  “And still you challenge me.” He draws me close and peers into my eyes, a strange litany of emotions crossing his features. “You are incorrigible.”

  “That’s what my father said, too.” I hadn’t meant to reveal that.

  It’s the first time I’ve ever spoken about my past to him, not that there is anything to hide about it, but prior to this we’ve been a little too preoccupied with other things. Well, mainly him fucking me brainless. Once more, we are attempting to have a conversation, and—surprise—once more, we’re naked. Still, it’s a change from my being fixated on his body, his scent, his breath…which I have been since I first saw him.

  I will myself to keep my gaze on his chest, his face, anywhere except lower down where I am sure he is still erect. The alpha has a sexual appetite which boggles me. Just thinking of the number of times he’s taken me, knotted me, kissed me, all of it sends a surge of heat sweeping through my skin. I bite my lips and look away.

  “Your father, the Czar of Russia?” His voice rumbles in the space between us.

  My alpha is going to leave me. Nothing I say will stop him. I nod and blink away tears. I force my thoughts back to his question. “He taught me to fight.”

  “He taught you well.”

  My gaze flies to his face. My cheeks flush. “He made me take on some of the best fighters in the country.”

  “Well, they mustn’t have been very good, considering all it took was a few well-placed hits to take

you down.”

  He smirks that condescending smile. My fingers itch to slap his face. My body insists that I pull him closer, then run my tongue over his lips. I tug at his grip, but of course, he doesn’t let me go.

  “Here I had just begun to think perhaps there is something redeeming in you after all.” I pinch my lips together.

  “Don’t make that mistake.” He grips my chin and forces up my face so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “I don’t have a single ounce of sentiment in my body.”

  “Your big body,” I blurt out as a wave of anger sweeps through me.

  He thrusts his face close to mine so our noses bump. "Big, sexy, irresistible body that you can't get enough of."

  My throat goes dry, "Ego much?"

  "Don't forget what I am." He drops his hand and straightens, so I have to tilt my head right back to meet his gaze.

  “Don’t try to make me into something I am not. I am the alpha who claimed you against your will—”

  "What's this? A confession.”

  His lips thin, his chest rises and falls. Dominance radiates from his every pore, pushing down on my chest, pressing down on my ribcage. There I go baiting the alpha again. Will I never learn?

  I draw in a breath and the sudden influx of oxygen overwhelms my starved lungs. My head spins.

  "I knotted you, many times during your heat cycle. I may have already impregnated you.”

  My hand flies to my stomach. A surge of shock…surprise…no, not that. In the back of my mind, I’d known I would fall pregnant.

  It is the usual outcome of mating during a heat cycle.

  Unless something untoward happens, I might already have conceived a child. We may have created a child. I stare at him.

  “It’s why, you see, you need to stay here. I can’t let you escape.” He turns and marches to the door.

  “You bastard,” I snarl, knowing I shouldn’t, yet needing, wanting to do something to provoke him.

  “That’s General Bastard to you,” he throws over his shoulder without looking behind.

  My heart thuds, “I’ll find a way to get rid of it,” I say in desperation, while everything in me protests against it.

  “No, you won’t.” He pauses with his hand on the door. “You’ll stay here, take care of yourself, and the child.” He shoots me a glance over his shoulder.

  “What if I am not pregnant?" I raise my chin and meet his gaze.

  “Well, then I look forward to rutting you through another heat cycle. Either way, I’ll fight much more at peace knowing you are here safe and not tearing through the city.” He thrusts out his chest, and his lips curl. His eyes glitter. There is not an iota of empathy in his gaze.

  Any compassion I may have glimpsed earlier on his features is gone. A chill slithers down my spine. “I am your mate." I rub my upper arms. "You can’t treat me this way.”

  He swivels around and props his hands on his hips. “I have no mate." His shoulders flex and the tendons of his throat move as he swallows. "You are my breeder, and if you are pregnant, perhaps I’ll recognize you as the mother of my child, or indeed children, for there will be more. But let me be clear, you lost the right to be my mate when you led Kayden to me. You deceived me. I’ll never forgive you for that.”

  Turning, he hurls the door open and leaves.

  I stand there, and the door slams shut. It’s bolted from outside, by the soldier standing guard, no doubt. Why do they bother? After all, I am chained to this bed, bonded to this alpha, and probably pregnant with his child.

  If I did escape, no one would help me, not with Zeus’s scent so strong on me.

  I’d have to find another harem of omegas and beg them to take me in. Or become a breeder for some other alpha; perhaps an omega on hire. The thought of any other male’s touch on my skin, smelling any other alpha’s scent…My stomach twists. Bile rushes up my throat.

  I have become exactly what I never wanted to be: bonded to a monster who doesn’t want me.

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  Lucy

  I sit up with a start. That scent of burned pinewood is so strong I am sure he is in the room with me. My eyes adjust to the darkness. Thanks to climate change, in this part of the world, it’s hot all year around. But, early in winter the daylight breaks a little late.

  The weather in my home country Russia is the exact opposite.

  It’s cold all year around. One perpetual winter with the snow layering over and over. I draw in a breath. Why is my mind wandering around in such random circles? Oh! Wait, maybe it’s because I’ve been stuck in this room for a week now since he left? A bubble of laughter swells up. I bite my lip, and swallow hard. Pressure builds behind my eyeballs. I blink away the tears that threaten to overflow. Clearly, I am in shock. All thanks to Zeus.

  He’d taken me in every position. On my back, on my front, me on top, me below, from the side, against the headboard of the bed…always on the bed. I curl my fingers into fists.

  The bedsheets still smell of that masculine essence of his, an unmistakable complex fragrance tinged with his cum and shot through with the sweet, sugary essence of my slick.

  Our scents seem to intermingle, recreating the very positions he had cajoled my body into.

  I hadn’t been aware of how flexible I’d been, not until the alpha had maneuvered me exactly how he wanted.

  The last time he’d taken me, he’d turned me on my front, commanded me to go down on my hands and knees. When I had refused, he’d slapped my butt. I’d resisted doing as he wanted, and he’d spanked me. He hadn’t stopped, not even when the flesh of my ass had quivered and ached—just not as much as my pussy which had wept with need.

  Each time he’d hit me, he’d growled his approval. He’d purred his demands, and his voice had deepened with every stroke. I’d tried to pretend what he was doing wasn’t turning me on, but the bastard knew my insides were wet and empty. I’d ached for him.

  He’d known it and taken full advantage of it.

  His spanking had grown harsher, his purring more resonant, until the sounds had mingled together.

  My response had been instantaneous.

  Every time he’d spanked me, my core had clenched. With the resonance of each purr, the slickness had gushed out from between my thighs. Every part of me had screamed for him to knot me and put me out of my misery.

  I hadn’t been able to stop the moan that had finally keened out of me. I had begged him to fuck me. Pleaded with him. I'd sunk my nails into his shoulders, thrust my pelvis up and smashed it against his dick in my agony. Still he didn’t take me.

  No, he’d yanked me up by my waist, until I was on my hands and knees. Then tugged my hips up, positioning me until he’d let out a grunt of satisfaction. He’d arranged me at that precise angle which would allow for the most intense penetration.

  My cheeks flush. My skin burns. I can’t stop the primal anticipation that tugs at my nerves.

  I’d waited for him. Stayed as he’d commanded.

  While a part of me had raged at my need to agree to his every whim. I hadn’t wanted to do his bidding, but my body, so sensitized to his every need, had yearned for that approval. I’d hoped that if I did as he’d asked, he’d lower the barrier on the mating bond and let me see him, feel him absolutely. So I had complied.

  I’d stayed butt in the air, my face pillowed on my folded arms.

  He’d trailed a finger between my ass cheeks. “It strikes me, little squirrel, that there is still one virgin hole left in you.”

  I’d clenched my butt, my heart skittering. “You…you don’t mean to…”

  He’d tapped the curve of my waist. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, did I?”

  I’d bitten down on my lower lip and shut up. Yeah, obedient fool that I’d been.

  He’d run his palm over my ass, then kissed my left butt cheek. “I told you already you were going to be punished, right?”

  “Right.”

  He’d slapped my butt. “Just nod yes or no.”

  Tears had pricked my eyes. Every inch of my skin felt stretched, my nerve ends tingled, every part of me had gone rigid with defiance, while my pussy…that traitorous, needy part of me had quivered with anticipation.

  “Answer me…Squirrel.”

  I’d nodded. Of course I had.

  “Good girl.” He’d dragged his whiskers over my right butt cheek then. Goosebumps had risen all over my skin. Even now, as I think about it, my ass cheeks tingle.

  He’d grasped each cheek and spread them apart, then leaned down and licked my puckered hole.

  Heat sweeps through my core at the memory, and I moan aloud. The sound of my voice in that empty room seems to mock me.

  It mirrors the frustration that gripped me, when he’d slipped his hand around to the front. He’d dragged his fingers through my dripping folds, showing me just how much of a sham I was. How ready and open and willing I was for him to do with me as he’d wanted. He’d thrust finger into my pussy at the same time as he’d licked my back hole again, and again.

  I’d tried to pull away from him, only he’d tied my arm to the bed, so my movement had been restricted.

  Not that it would have mattered, for he’d squeezed my hips tightly and leaned his weight on my legs—not enough to hurt, just enough to render me immobile. He’d finger-fucked my pussy, adding two more of his digits and drawing them in and out of my channel, dragging those rough, callused fingers down the saturated walls of my cunt. All through, he’d continued to eat me out from the back.

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