by Isoellen
A small, satisfied smile curved his lips. Naya wondered why that pleased him so much. "I've made him the official matchmaker."
Still under Nixon's arm, Marissa looked like she wanted to say something. Monster beat her to it.
"You are welcome to help him," he said, looking at her. “He will need it. You know as well as I do that those females will not be leaving Sector 2, so they will need protection. Free choice contracts with an alpha who wants them is the best I can do."
Marissa jerked her head in agreement. Naya could see in the other woman’s eyes it wasn't the answer she wanted, but it was one she could live with.
Dismissed, the two left. Alone with Monster, Naya had a thousand things she wanted to say, to ask. But his eyes held a challenge, taunting her.
Cutting a piece of meat, he offered it to her lips with a raise of an eyebrow. Opening her mouth, she let him place the piece on her tongue, never taking her eyes off his.
All his troubles had walked out the door with Nixon and Marissa, and now his focus was entirely on Naya. There was nothing in his attitude that said he was going to answer any of her questions.
The intensity of his regard stirred her blood, skin tingling with awareness. Her lips felt swollen. Her tongue thick. Saliva pooled in her mouth as his carnal hunger became hers.
Bite after bite of food, he fed her. Watching her.
She wanted to arch her back. Move her hips to silent music. Summon him to do something more.
Under his gaze, Naya became prey to an obsessed predator, the kind who didn’t take no for an answer. Her heartbeat and breathing quickened with desire, perspiration gathering under her hair and at the base of her spine. Need for him built in a slow rolling wave of heat, making her breasts feel swollen and her nipples ache—he saw it all. Knew he caused it all.
Wrapped up in her Monster, Naya let go of her questions.
She let go of everything.
*
Licking at her seam, Darre woke his mate. He reveled in Naya's kittenish morning response to him. Her sounds were all mewls and purrs. And the taste of her, of them together, was an obsession he would never fight. This morning, he noticed she was sweeter, her female musk deeper in tone, imprinting new regions of his brain.
She finally tasted and smelled like his fully bonded mate.
The woman who carried his young.
When her heat ended, he’d assumed that his seed had taken root. He had filled her over and over. He had bred her. But now he could taste it, smell it, feel it in their connection.
His child, his baby, was growing inside this tiny, fearless female. It was smaller than his fingerprint, yet held the promise of his line, his future, his every desire.
An odd effervescent feeling filled his chest, creeped over his head, and dizzied him. The Mad Monster of District 2 was happy. Outside his encounters with Naya, he couldn't remember ever feeling this lightness. This sense of completion.
As fuckin' insane and unfathomable as it was, he had a mate. He would be a father.
Her scent was already changed enough that he’d decided to send an order to Alreck to put away the breathers. He was glad. It would be much easier tonight in the pit, knowing that any alpha who got near her would only smell the mark of her primal mate. Instinct made it difficult to ignore that particular odor. Other alphas would be repelled by it. Most of them, anyway.
Her little sighs and moans of pleasure as he tongued her slit drove him wild. Naya was receptive, needy—only for him.
Grabbing handfuls of his hair, bold in her waking state, she tried to put his mouth where she wanted it while bucking her hips. That trusting demand inflamed him, but instead of obeying, he just tormented her more, a sensual battle of dominance he would win every time.
Her rush for the orgasm made him slow down, his rhythm uneven, prolonging and doubling the sensations. He'd meant to just get his taste of her for the day, but instead he pushed her into singing her beautiful, howling song.
It was amazing to watch her body, his fingers disappearing into her wet core, hugged so fucking tight by the walls of her vagina. His hand was a massive thing between her legs and over the curve of her pelvis. Obscene. Incredible.
He pumped in two fingers, then three, hard. He held her down with his other arm and upper body. The poor girl was vibrating and jerking like a divining rod.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked.
She could not form proper words. Her mouth made shapes and sounds of distress. Color bloomed on her cheeks and down her chest to the top of her breasts. Her black curls stuck to her face.
She was already wrecked, and he wasn't halfway finished.
"Do you want me to stop?" He slowed his hand.
Her body jerked hard in his hold, fighting him, chasing after another climax. She came often and easily, and with different levels of intensity. He knew she'd reached the gentle side of her peak twice, but he'd shown her that she was capable of more.
"Monster,” she stuttered, gasping his name. "Please. I need—"
"I know you need. You didn't answer my question."
"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop! Empty. Need you!"
He chuckled. "The one before that."
He loved how mindless she got, how his prim and proper princess devolved into a needy creature desperate for his touch and nothing else. It made him feel like he'd just beaten ten men in the pit. Strong. Invincible. Proud.
Fuckin' proud that this little treasure wanted him. Owned him.
"Monster, I belong to you. My Monster." She opened her eyes, seeking his. "Need you. F-F-Fuck my pussy."
There was a tiny mischievous smile on her lips. She knew he'd reward her for that.
His voice lowered as the beast rose to the surface. "What's my name? Who is your monster?"
It still felt dangerous to remind her he was the unworthy, murdering bastard all the rest of the eleven sectors feared. He knew all the stories. Knew children hid under their beds at the sound of his name.
Knew he was a source of shame and a curse among his kind.
She was breathing hard, her face scrunched up and her eyebrows lowered. "You are Nothonal Darre. My mate. Mine. Now please. Please, stop tormenting me."
She let a touch of irritation enter her voice. Just a hint, warning him he'd pay for doubting her.
He loved it. Fearless fuckin' breeder.
A ridiculous happy purr started in his chest. Increasing the speed of his fingers, going deep, he found that spot on the front of her sheath and closed in on it. Then he began to pound his fingers right there.
He purred, light-hearted, fuckin’ joyful as he hammered his bond-mate right in her sweet spot. Her eyes rolled back in her head, body shaking and spasming with her climax.
Giving her no time to breathe, he put his fingers in her ass. First one, then two.
It defied reality that he could fit in any hole, much less the tight rose of her ass. But he was going to. He absolutely was going to. And she would love it.
They were a mess of bodily fluids that made everything fun and easy. Flipping her to her belly, he took his dick in hand and bathed it in her golden slick. Her coos of delight tightened the muscles of his ass. She loved the feel of his slick cock head parting her vulva, bumping the swollen bundle of nerves that was her clit. Sweet receptiveness turned to a squawk when he pressed against her back hole.
He chuckled.
He went slow. She protested. He didn't stop, filling her until her back passage gripped him so tightly he thought the head of his cock would pop off.
He crawled over her tiny body, wanting to cover her. She'd be under him, connected. Sheltered. Owned. He tucked her arms and legs where he wanted them, fussing with their arrangement long enough that Naya began moaning.
"Move. Hurts. Need you to move. Please."
He soothed her with whispers in her ear. "Shhh. I know what you need. I know. You need your monster, don't you? You want all of him. Shhh."
His little omega breeder healed so quickly.
The bruises and marks on her neck and shoulders he'd left the night before had faded and softened. He liked them full of color, a sign to all who saw her she was well-tended.
"Just a moment. I'll give you what you need."
He curled his arms around her upper body, pleased to find he could tuck her into him this way and hold one of her breasts in his palm. He squeezed the weight of her tit and her channel spasmed, making him laugh low.
Nosing through the tangles of her hair, he found his mark. He felt the deep, hidden ping of her soul within his core when he closed his mouth over it. She was a beautiful instrument only he could play.
"Monster!”
He moved his hips with slow, steady thrusts. Settling deep, he rubbed that hidden nodule inside of her with each movement of his cock.
Naya went as tight as a bow string, uttering a little gasp every time she felt it, accompanied by a spasm of both her bowel muscles and her womb.
Heat buzzed down Darre’s spine. He wanted it to last forever, but she was too tight. Too responsive. Too willing to come on the cock of a monster.
He picked up the pace, lower body working hard toward the end, when pleasure burst over him and heat burned down his cock and out in a fountain of come that filled her to the brim.
After, panting and still clinging to her, he heard her satiated purr. He did not want to move, body exhausted on her, content, but he thought she might be smiling. It felt like her whole body was smiling.
"My monster," she said possessively. Turning her head into the crook of his bent arm, she brushed her lips across his skin and gave him a kiss while humming. "Mine."
Then his prim and proper omega breeder bit him bloody and left another mark, lest he forget who he belonged to.
Chapter Seventeen
Naya
The spot Monster had made for her in his office was very nice. She’d only had one place to call her own in her mother's house, but her uncivilized Monster made every place he occupied her place as well.
Shared territory—it was one of the things she had hoped for in the marriage that she had planned and talked about endlessly.
Except a place to sit in his office where he worked, spoke with his men, had guests—that was unexpected. One of his rules was not to get involved in his decisions, but he had no issue with her being privy to them. Her own father kept his office sacrosanct. Nobody entered without his permission, not even her mother.
Her parents would sit together in the day room sometimes or chat amiably at the dining room table, but usually the time they spent together was in their nest.
She'd always thought they had a full bond, but seeing how Monster acted and knowing how she herself felt, she realized her parents acted like polite friends, not bonded lovers.
They were pretending a bond. They were only partners in a contract marriage and nothing more. Her sister wasn’t bonded to her alpha either.
Easing into the leather couch he’d provided, Naya studied her mate. Every movement stimulated her swollen flesh. She could feel him inside of her still. But not just the dampness between her legs he’d left after the morning's activities—his entire soul. He lived inside her now.
He would no more touch another female than he would cut off his own foot. She knew it.
It rocked her. Shattered her conceptions of reality.
Her mother's pristine home; the stiff, careful way the woman acted around her father; the clinical manner in which she had prepared her two daughters for their futures; the subtle suggestions from all the females of Naya's acquaintance that she choose an alpha she could control, or who was at least disinterested enough to let her keep control; Naya wondered if she knew any happily bonded omegas at all.
The romance of the 12 Sectors’ First King and Queen was legendary. There were many books and stories about it. His heir, Constantine Kane, was similarly celebrated.
Naya had been a teenager when the bonding was announced. His mate had come from the slums, snuck into his home, and boldly risked everything to choose him.
It was so beautiful and romantic that Naya had sighed and dreamed over that story for months. Her mother had caught her with one of the books and warned her not to let the fantasy go to her head.
She had never been allowed to meet her sister's omega-breeder friend who had accidentally chosen two mates instead of one. But she had read her writings, infused with joy and contentment. Dionndal's biological instinct had forced her to choose and led her to happiness. Led her to two alphas of her very own.
Monster had been standing by the windows, typing on a data pad. He looked up at her rather suddenly. "Naya? What is it?"
At his question, tears burst forth, unwelcome, ridiculous. She wiped at them as he crossed the room.
He cupped her face in his big hands. She could feel the claws on his right hand, and on his left—the hand he'd removed the claws from for her—she felt only callused fingertips. This brought on more tears.
"Treasure. What is it? Are you hurting?"
She gave him a watery smile. "I'm so thankful I met you. You changed the course of my life." She gazed into his dark eyes. "I just realized how much, that's all. I'm okay."
The dark slashes of his eyebrows lowered in confusion.
She giggled at his expression. "You are the best thing to happen to me, Nothonal Darre, and I just realized it. Now go back to work." She held up the knitting in her hands. "I have a new blanket to make."
He made a grumbling noise, as if he wasn't sure to purr or growl at her declaration. Bending himself in half, he kissed her until her toes curled.
"Silly little girl,” he murmured against her mouth, nipping her lip. Straightening, he looked at the data pad in his hand. "It seems there are strangers in Sector 2. Men asking about you."
"Oh?"
Had her family found her? How long had it been? It felt like months. She knew that she’d been held in Tenbel's compound for a week or longer, but the days had long-since blurred together. After Tenbel had come her heat, lengthened by Monster's rut, and now she wasn't sure how long she'd been missing. Two weeks? Four?
"And two men were here yesterday also, saying they had information. I think they were fishing."
Eyes on the plain, raw wool she worked with, Naya asked, "What will you do?"
"We will go to the pits tonight. They can talk to me there."
"Don't kill people looking to help me, please," Naya admonished. She didn't think he would, but she remembered the blood from their first meeting. She couldn't be sure.
"We'll see what happens." Something in his tone sounded amused.
She glanced up to find his focus on her, his lips curved at one corner. "What?"
"You are amazing."
"Thank you."
He barked a laugh.
*
They spent the day together. Monster showed her all of the twelfth floor, including two secret exits.
"The guards know about this one,” he explained of the first. But they didn't know about the second, which went up instead of down.
"If something happens to me, use the second. Don't trust any male if I am not alive. I'll need to show you a way out of Sector 2 in case something happens to me."
"You seem to like Nixon. What about him? Can't I trust him?"
"Unless you want another alpha mate, don't trust any of the fuckers, Naya. You get me?"
"Okay."
Thinking about it upset him, so he found a map and showed her an escape route out of the sector. "It’d be better if I showed it to you in person, but not today."
Naya agreed. She'd never be able to follow the confusing map in a sector with so many pitfalls.
They went through the other rooms. He showed her the ones he liked. They all had massive windows.
Intended for administration offices, the utilitarian layout of the tower clashed with the cozy living arrangement Naya dreamed of. The single shower was a makeshift affair. There were other toilets—one room had six of them.
She and Mons
ter talked about how to make it work. They discussed a place for the drones, for her to have female guests, a nursery for their children, and a place for a family. He told her what was possible and what was not. Naya glowed with happiness through the whole conversation.
She asked him about food and told him she liked to cook, and what she would cook for him. There were difficulties when it came to food, restrictions due to embargos. The luxuries of her home, things like fresh vegetables, were not readily available in his sector.
Making a way for her to cook would take time to accomplish. But he didn't get angry, impatient, or stomp on her desires like they were ridiculous.
Tied to him with an invisible cord, she found herself touching him, leaning into him, smiling and bringing his hands to her mouth so she could kiss them. It wasn't like her. She wanted to spread herself all over him like butter on bread. It was ridiculous. Naya knew this behavior would have shocked her family, but she couldn't stop herself.
Monster drank it up like a man dying of thirst.
It felt very domestic. Natural. Happy.
She almost forgot Monster was going to fight people this evening and that someone was in the sector searching for her. Was it someone she knew? Crispin?
She didn't want Crispin here. Given his father's betrayal and his family's corruption, she couldn't trust him. Plus Naya felt a certain Monster would challenge Crispin and the younger man would lose. Badly.
Bloodily.
She'd never liked violence. But in a few hours, she would be cheering Monster on, wanting him to succeed in the pits—a place defined by alpha violence. She just hoped it didn't make her so horny everyone around her could smell it.
They walked down the hallways of the twelfth floor, Monster's steps measured against her own. He had long legs, but shortened his steps and allowed Naya to wrap her hands around the muscles of his arm whenever she wanted. She couldn't stop touching him, breathing him in, and cuddling into his chest when they stopped in a room to discuss its possibilities.
He would put his arm around her then. Sometimes his hand would curve around the back of her neck or drop down to the roundness of her bottom.
