by L. V. Lane
The slow thrusts continued, never going deeper than I could comfortably take. Never coaxing more, and further, those broad hands caging my face prevented me from taking more. I fidgeted, struggling to shake off a feeling that I was on some skewed tangent to reality.
This was not right. Not natural.
“Is this good?” he asked, studying me, making my soul feel as naked as my body.
When I nodded eagerly within his hands, he smiled. This wasn’t what I’d expected.
“Brace yourself,” he whispered. His eyes darkened, and that was all the warning I got before he drove his cock deep. “Swallow.”
My chest heaved, and a shot of adrenaline flooded my system, sending a spasm straight to my womb along with a tendril of apprehension. I tried to do as he asked but I still gagged. My fingers clawed at his wrists, and I coughed and choked around the thick length, eyes watering and saliva bubbling from the corners of my mouth.
“Swallow.”
I swallowed again as he forced another inch in.
The hoarse sounds I made were dreadful, but he pulled out and pushed it straight back into my throat with another terse command to swallow.
And so it began, and I was lost. The onslaught was inescapable. I tried desperately to swallow when he thrust in, failing as often as not. Caging my head in a firm grip, he fucked my face without mercy.
My fingers gave up their clawing, but I still gripped his wrists; firstly, in some misguided hope that I could wrest them away, and then later because I needed something to hold onto. My jaw burned in protest, stretched dreadfully around his thick girth, moving beyond discomfort and into torture. Dots swam before my eyes and oxygen became a coveted luxury. My body did not know what to make of this, and neither did my mind. Searching for those fleeting gulps of air became everything, and I barely registered the pain.
“Give yourself over to it, Healer. I’m not going to stop until I’m done, and I’m a long way off being done fucking my cock into your throat.” The words were peppered by three brutally deep thrusts that I could feel inside my throat. The muscles strained under the invasion.
He was teaching me, quite effectively, that he held dominance within our dynamic.
And I basked in it; had not realized how much I needed this fierce control until it bore down upon me once again. I had already come so powerfully, and yet I still hung on the blissful edge, desperate for more.
He consumed my world, absolutely and easily.
“Ah, that feels fucking amazing. Cock teasers need to be taught a lesson, and I’m enjoying this one very much.” His voice was harsh and ragged, and I tried to use my tongue hoping he might be close. “Feeling your soft lips playing about with the tip before you gave me your investment has brought out the worst in me. And you really don’t want to bring out the worst in me, Healer.”
He pulled out completely so suddenly that I nearly wilted, and the abundance of oxygen made me a little light-headed. Releasing my face, he fisted a handful of hair and plugged my mouth again. This time he took me with fast, shallow thrusts.
“I’m going to come. Use your tongue and play with my balls.” He groaned as I gently cupped the heavy sacks that hung beneath his cock with trembling fingers, and used my tongue with the enthusiasm of someone who had seen the light at the end of a monstrous tunnel. “So eager for my cum. Nothing delivers enthusiasm like a rough throat fucking.”
Every word was a source of twisted bliss, and his harsh growls brought echo spasms in my pussy. My jaw burned, and saliva dripped from the corners of my lips. But I became enraptured as he threw his head back, showing stark veins in his neck and straining muscles, arms bunched where he cupped my cheek and gripped my hair. There was so much power within him, and so much perfect vitality.
As his cum flooded my mouth, he roared his satisfaction. I swallowed, sucked and licked, while he stroked my hair from my face. “Ah fuck,” he muttered, as I licked the last of it up. I thought I might go crazy from the taste of it and pressed my thighs together.
“Behave yourself, Healer.” The insult was back in Hudson’s tone, and I froze.
Rough fingers combed through my hair and a hint of a smile curved his lips—he was pleased with himself.
His fingers tightened in my hair. “Up!” He hauled me to my feet, and my body protested at the sudden movement.
Swallowing, I rubbed at my tender throat. Nudging my hand aside, he stroked the column, squeezing gently and then working a thumb into the sore muscles underneath. Watching closely, he missed nothing, every flinch and swallow as his big hand worked gently over the tender flesh. “Your throat hurting, Anna?”
It was the first time he had used my proper name. Lowering my lashes, I nodded, my tummy fluttering. His warm hands felt good, and the gentle pressure was undoing me. I loved the feel of a man’s hands on my throat—I liked Hudson’s hands more. His rough thumb felt abrasive against my skin, that hint of threat, and all the control that went with it. All Controllers did it—they were trained, after all, in wielding the power of such a touch.
I remembered the apprehension I felt when I had first been introduced to the intimate nature of the dynamic. After testing as an Omega, I was allocated to a circle—a group of six Healers with a mentor. We trained together, learning to use our skills to heal. In between the healing lessons, we would come to discover the secret side…that the ordinary citizens of the empire would never know.
Dark control.
Human experimentation with a strain of virus that manifested the different kinds of Omega. The same virus that yielded our best soldiers, only some of which would test positively as Controllers.
It was nature, but a corrupted version. It was the catalyst for the wars, now perpetuated in order to survive. It was hailed as the next stage of human evolution, but the path forward was twisted, and it did not take us where we expected.
As I looked up into Hudson’s eyes, I felt the fruition of that first revelation on investment. I had been anxious and confused on that day, but underlying it was a fascination that made my body crave the domination as much as I desired to help and heal.
“What are you thinking about, kitten?” His fingers tightened a fraction around my throat—a warning to be truthful.
“The first time I was told about investment.”
His nostrils flared. “I remember when I tested as a Controller, and they told me what it would mean. I’d been having dreams for weeks. Dark, depraved dreams of violence and fucking—ever since the virus locked in. I rubbed my dick raw that night—couldn’t stop fucking coming, thinking about doing what I’d dreamed about for real. It’s so fucked up, and yet you want it, crave it, and all too quickly you don’t even fight it.”
“I want to fight it,” I said, and I did. All this was still new to me, and I was still finding my way. For all my body wanted to submit, my mind railed against it. “Sometimes, I despise it.”
“Despise away, Healer.” The gentle squeeze of his fingers around my throat reminded me that he had my control, now and for as long as he required it. His other hand cupped my pussy. “Nothing has ever felt as natural as wrapping my hand around a slender throat and forcing a needy Omega to obey.” The slight pressure from his hand sent a dark worm of excitement burrowing under my skin. “And you are particularly needy. Controlling you is a heady kind of sweet. Makes me want to destroy things, to fight and maim and kill and bathe in our enemy’s blood, and then fuck you like a savage.”
As his hand tightened over my throat, darkness came for me, my eyelids drifting shut, feeling pleasure pound between my legs where his fingers dipped and played. I was so close to coming apart, and I hated myself for this weakness. Why would this be allowed? How was this fair? I wanted to help and to heal, I didn’t need to be degraded, to be fucked and controlled to do it. I wondered where this had all begun. Was my submissive nature part of the original virus, or did it come after, and why wasn’t it a part of all the dynamics? Could it be changed back? Could we ever hope to escape?
At his sudden release, the rising tendril of arousal dissipated.
“Look at you. Nearly coming and creaming from forced submission. High on it, just like I am. I never thought anyone would match my level of twisted, but I think I might have found the perfect match. I’m going to test that, little Healer. Before this operation is over, I’m going to find out just how much you can take.”
CHAPTER NINE
I’m not a humble person. I’m confident in my capability, for all society considered me less important now because I’m an Omega. I was late to reveal as an Omega, and my personality was already firmly set. You could not erase twenty-five years of self-belief, and I doubted a lifetime ever would.
But, I’m not infallible, and on the day Tolis was attacked I made some questionable choices.
Doctor Lillian Brach
Anna
HUDSON TOOK ME to the adjoining bathroom, then put the shower on and drew me inside. Shivers wracked my body as I came down from the high.
And frustrated.
I was really, really frustrated.
The water felt hot and soothing against my skin. His big body dominated the space. The feeling of his hands, skimming over my skin, washing gently and turning me however he required, was intoxicating. And he cleaned everywhere, crowding me into the wall with his chest to my back, cupping my small breasts and pinching the nipples, tugging and twisting them in the slippery soap. And then dipping to play between my legs, parting the soft petals so he could push a single finger deep inside while he rubbed his cock against my back to remind me that this wasn’t over, that he wasn’t yet done.
Blinking through the water and frustrated tears, I finally braced my palms on the wall and gave myself over to whatever he would do.
“Good girl.” His arm branded around me, holding my core open to the plundering of his other hand.
It was not enough. I needed more. I always needed more and arched my neck in an offering. I wanted him to bite there again, on that sore place he’d sucked and bruised earlier while he had fucked me.
He kissed the spot, but gently, taunting me with what I had claimed I did not desire, and my tears trickled as he withdrew. The shower was turned off, and I was drawn out where he dried me with care. “We are leaving,” he said, his rough thumb swiping my tears away.
Leaving?
I tried to speak, but Hudson shushed me with a kiss. It was the slow, drugging kind of kiss. And the deep, growly rumble that emanated from his chest was the sound of coming home. I had dreamed often of that day when he’d comforted me on his lap, had convinced myself that I had exaggerated the event.
My memory had not failed me, if anything, reality was far sweeter.
His mouth moved over mine in a gentle caress, nipping gently at my lips until I parted, and his tongue slipped inside to tangle with mine.
I sank into the kiss and him as he lifted me up, drawing my body tightly against his, wrapping me up in a cocoon of blissful warmth and safety.
Lifting his head, his lips formed a line, and he set me back on the floor. “I probably shouldn’t reward your sulking, but it’s going to be a clusterfuck of an operation.” He murmured more, but the words were lost to me as he knelt.
Before I could ask, his warm, callused hands were spreading my legs, and he pressed his nose to what he had exposed. Lifting me onto the tiny cabinet and forcing me open further, he encouraged one knee over his shoulder, opening me fully so he might taste and take what he wanted.
It was so good, and the denied release rushed back. Wedged back onto the cabinet and pinned there with his body, I gasped as his mouth moved over my slippery folds, probing to capture my body’s response. My legs trembled, and his hands cupped my bottom, holding me up.
I came, so hard it almost hurt.
Our gazes locked as he licked his lips, and he stood, slowly, until he was towering over me. Swatting my bottom, hard enough that I yelped, he said, “Get dressed, kitten. Drops in fifteen.”
There should have been hours yet before we arrived, but new orders had come in. An attack, unexpected and brutal, and our team were now headed there.
I had no idea how I got dressed. Armor would surely never become familiar to me, but I was at least competent at pulling the various sections into place and clipping everything closed. It fit too snugly for my liking, although I worried we might be late for the departure when Hudson saw my bottom. “Fuck, that is worse than that ridiculous scrap of dress you wore.” He filled his hands, squeezed and patted, and then insisted that I needed a reminder to behave. Against my stringent protests, Hudson held me down over the side of the bed and gave me ten stinging smacks to each cheek.
He kissed away my tears when he was done and told me how pleased he was with me. The thick material felt appalling against the throbbing flesh of my backside after, and I suffered that reminder on the walk to the shuttle bay. My bottom was further inflamed by his constant patting of the sore flesh; he relished my every hiss and seemed intent upon prolonging and enhancing that agony, like it was his special gift.
“I bet your greedy pussy is creaming,” he whispered close to my ear as we took the elevator to the shuttle dock. Standing close behind, he made sure his thighs brushed against my burning bottom, a firm hand spanning my lower abdomen so I could not pull away.
As torture and or distractions went, it was effective, I wasn’t agonizing about the mission. I rather found myself anxiously waiting for the shuttle that would take us to Tolis, an old territory that had been long troubled. It was in danger of collapse, or so I had learned, and we had been diverted here.
Given the dire nature of our prior operation, I did not like to consider just how bad Tolis must be to warrant our immediate deployment.
The launch corridor was cold, brightly lit, and noisy, a pervasive kind of din that instilled a sense of imminent threat and made my heart thud a little faster. Here, I was introduced to Hudson’s team, which included two other Alphas, a dozen Betas…and a Singular, Eloise.
Singulars were rare, so I was surprised by her inclusion. Like all Singulars, there was an immediate sense of calm in her gentle regard, and she was so beautiful with her ebony hair and bright blue eyes that I struggled not to stare. Logan, her Controller, was one of Hudson’s team. Dark-haired and classically handsome. His hand rested on the scruff of her neck, and I liked seeing it there. Had they formed a permanent bond? Seeing them together, I thought that they might have.
Logan’s smile turned into a smirk as it went from me to Hudson, and he muttered, “Payback’s a bitch,” before turning away.
Hudson scowled at the back of Logan’s head and then redirected it toward me. “Eyes forward, kitten. You weren’t ready for me two years ago. I didn’t think you ever would be, but here we are, and you’re taking what I give you just fine.”
I snapped my head around, shivering as his fingers closed around the back of my neck and he gave a light squeeze. “Don’t even think about giving me any trouble,” he growled next to my ear. “The bastards who report to me are waiting for me to fuck up so they can give me hell. I’m not going to fuck up, and you’re not going to give me a reason to fuck up. But if you do, I’ll make sure you can’t sit for a week.”
I bit my lip and kept my head lowered as his thumb swept the column of my throat while his other hand squeezed my bottom in a gentle reminder.
“They know I have a soft spot for petite brunettes,” he continued, massaging deeper into my stinging flesh. My stomach fluttered, and I yelped as he found a particularly tender spot. “Started around the time we first met. They’ve passed sentence and have decided that I’m already pussy-whipped. That means I’m going to be hard on you if you give me anything but complete submission. I’ve got a point to prove.”
His fingers squeezed around on my throat, and I was so pleased I didn’t even care about my abused bottom.
“Quit gloating, kitten. Or I might think you’re ready for some discipline right now. And d
on’t think I will hesitate because we have an audience.”
The door indicator flashed green and we hustled into the shuttle.
Operational drops were never pleasant experiences—what came after was usually worse and today did not disappoint. We landed in a temporary base the military had set up in one of the city’s stadiums. The Deadball field, was the perfect location for an impromptu base, housing temporary support, storage tents and containers of every shape and size. Thousands of troops had been deployed to shore up the city’s defense, along with a dozen Healers, and even another Singular with a supporting Alpha team.
Internal defense had failed in several sectors, and a hard line existed between the untouched city blocks and what was now a wasteland. Our enemy was bombarding the next sector’s defense and with over a million people within its protection, evacuation was not an option.
As we emerged into this organized chaos; shuttles lifted skyward, off to collect more troops and supplies, or perhaps ferrying those with enough funds or importance out.
The wider breach in defense wasn’t our problem. There was a doctor trapped on the wrong side of the safe line, and we needed to help hold that small sector the manual way until her extraction was complete. Hudson had said little on the matter so far, but I presumed she was a particularly brilliant doctor to warrant this level of military intervention.
We made our way from the landing site to the command tent via a long pathway of sorts formed between the tents, pressing through the rush of support staff and military personnel. The drone of shuttles landing and taking off, merged with shouted orders and the general din of people. The air was was thick, permeated with dust from the passage of boots against the hard, gritty ground.
“Been a while since I’ve seen so many Omegas in one place,” Logan said to Hudson. “How the fuck did she end up without an allocation?”
My head popped up. Was he talking about the doctor?
