Owned by the Alpha
Knotted Omega 3
Laxmi Hariharan
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
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Lucy
I sit up with a start. That scent of burned pinewood is so strong that I am sure Zeus is in the room with me. My eyes adjust to the dim light that filters in from between the cracks in the shutters. Thanks to climate change, the weather in London is hot all year round and this early in winter the daylight breaks late.
The weather in my home country of Russia is the exact opposite.
It’s cold all year round. 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 since he left me tethered to the bed stand? At least the bastard had the foresight to let out enough of the chain so I could use the bathroom unaided. I should be grateful for that, I suppose.
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 that alpha-hole.
A week since he left and his every touch is still imprinted on my skin.
He took me in every position. On my back, on my front, me on top, me below, from the side, me bent over on the bed…always on the bed.
I curl my fingers into fists.
The bedsheets reek of that masculine essence of his, an unmistakable complex fragrance tinged with his cum, and spiked with the sweet, sugary essence of my slick.
Our scents seem to intermingle, recreating the very positions into which he had cajoled my body.
I had never been more aware of just how much bigger and more powerful than me he was—or just how flexible I could be—not until the alpha had maneuvered my body into the exact positions that he wanted.
The last time he’d taken me, he’d turned me around and commanded me to drop down on my hands and knees. When I had refused, he’d slapped my butt. I’d resisted, and he’d spanked me again. 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 his big warm palm had connected with my flesh, 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 dribbled out of me. I had relented and dropped down on all fours and pleaded with him to fuck me. He hadn't relented.
I'd bowed my back, pushed my hips up in the air and begged him to take me. I had sobbed out the words as I'd waved my ass in the air asking him to rut me. I clench my fingers into fists at the memory.
Still he didn’t take me.
No, he’d yanked me up by my waist, then scooped 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. He'd massaged the aching flesh of my ass-cheeks. The circular motion of his rough palm seemed to rub in all that hurt and yearning that he'd created. The anticipation had begun to build inside, clawing at me; the emptiness in my womb bubbling up and eating away at me. A living breathing thing that thirsted to be filled by this alpha's cock, that yearned to be knotted and fucked in that most basic of ways.
He'd reduced me to the animal heart of me.
The one I had denied for so long.
That I had kept hidden behind the veneer of civilization, of fine clothes and wines and the best education that money could buy. The alpha-hole had stripped all of it from me. He'd shown me what I am. An omega. A writhing, keening, hollowed out shell of a woman who wanted one thing. Him.
I had thrown back my head and howled at him to mount me.
I had cursed and sworn at him, shrieked that if he didn’t take me then I'd kill him and...he'd grabbed my thighs, wrenched them apart and rammed his dick into my pussy. He'd filled me to the brim with such force that I was sure he had split me in half.
The images, those sensations of how hard he'd felt as he'd plunged into me wash over me now, and my cheeks flush. My skin burns. I can’t stop the primal anticipation that tugs at my nerves.
I'd clamped my inner muscles on his throbbing shaft and tried to take him in deeper and...he'd slapped my ass and told me to stay. That he hadn't given me the permission to move. That I had much to learn and he was going to take great pleasure in wearing me down—in breaking me, ruining me and putting me back together. Rebuilding me up around that pulsing, angry source of intense pleasure that was his cock.
And those harshly spoken words had sunk into my blood and resonated within my core. I’d frozen in place. I had obeyed him. While that last thinking 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 demand, had yearned for that approval. My flesh so turned on by his dominance had wanted more—wanted him to fuck me harder, to take what he needed from me, to fulfill me in the only way an omega could be, and only by her mate. My soul had hungered for him on that other plane where I had sensed him in those early moments when the mating bond had snapped into place, before he'd hidden it. I’d hoped that if I did as he’d asked, he’d lower the barrier on the shared connection and let me see him, feel him absolutely. So I had complied.
I’d stayed there, butt in the air, my face pillowed on my folded arms, waiting, hoping, needing him. Waiting.
He'd paused a beat, two, then trailed a finger between my ass cheeks. “It strikes me, Little Squirrel, that there is 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, compliant fool that I’d been.
"You disobeyed me, again, now pay the price." He’d pulled out of me and I had whined...whined my disappointment.
"I feel as deprived Squirrel, I don't want to hold back either, but first—" He'd run his palm over my ass, then kissed my left butt cheek, “—you'll take your punishment like the good omega you are, 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.”
I’d nodded. Of course, I had.
“Good girl.” He’d dragged his whiskered chin over my right butt cheek then.
Goosebumps had risen all over my skin. Even now, my ass cheeks tingle.
"If I am not inside you in the next few seconds I swear my aching balls are going to drop off, so come for me my omega, show me how much you want my cock inside of you." He’d grasped each of my ass cheeks and spread them apart, then leaned down and thrust his tongue into my puckered hole.
My core clenches 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 had 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 shoved two fingers 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, but 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, calloused fingers down the saturated walls of my cunt. All through, he’d continued to eat me out from the back.
The climax had caught me completely by surprise; it had swept over me.
Liquid heat had erupted from my center, and my butt cheeks had clenched. Slick had gushed out of me in thick streams even as he’d raised his head and slipped a finger into my back hole.
That had sent me over the edge.
Sparks of white had crashed over me—I swear I’d seen sparks of red in front of my eyes. Goosebumps had erupted on my skin, and the red and white had yanked me under.
When I’d come to, it was to the warmth of his chest at my back.
He’d held my limp body up, so I was kneeling and he was positioned behind me.
I’d been so far gone then, so pliant, and floating on that post climax high that I’d raised my free arm behind and around his neck and pushed back, trying to smash as much surface area of my body to his as possible.
I’d wanted to absorb his scent, the sensation of his skin gliding over mine, that roughness of his calluses as he’d grabbed my thighs and prised them apart… I’d wanted it all…and he’d known it.
“Ready, Squirrel?” His breath had rustled in my ears, a second before he'd hauled up my hips and slammed into my dripping pussy from behind.
I’d screamed. My back had curved down. My hips had twitched and clenched and begged for more.
“You didn’t think I’d take you there without preparing you first, did you?” He’d nipped the shell of my ear. “The time will come, just not yet.”
The promise in his voice had curled my toes.
I’d trembled and opened my thighs wider. I’d deepened the stretch of my body, begging him to take me, and he had.
He’d pushed a finger into my back hole.
My thighs quiver and I chafe them together. Don’t do it. Don’t. I thrust my finger into my pulsing channel. I want to...need to come again. To ride out the climax as I had done with him earlier.
I’d felt him purr, and that had drawn forth more slick.
That force inside me had intensified all over. It had surged up from the soles of my feet.
He’d pulled back to the edge of my channel and slammed in again and again. On the last thrust, I’d felt him lock the knot into place, and he’d shot streams of cum into me, filling my womb. I’d been aware of the liquid building up, adding to the wave of climaxes that had crashed over me.
It had felt like the next climax had begun to build almost at once. It had rippled up my legs to coil in my center then surged out to fill my blood. I remember throwing my head back and screaming, as I’d held on to his arms and raked my nails over his skin. I’d collapsed and must have fallen asleep. When I’d woken, he was gone.
He’d left me as he’d said he would.
My belly quivers, my core aches. I drag my finger from my channel. Raise it to my lips and suck on it.
The salty taste of the remnants of his cum fills my mouth. I taste of him. Smell of him. Behave as he’d trained me to even when he’s not around.
My heart hammers, and my pulse flutters at my throat. I don’t know who I am anymore. I swing my legs over the side of the bed to place my feet on the floor
Every inch of me has been mauled by my alpha, every orifice truly fucked. He'd knotted me, and taken me over and over again. He’d absorbed my essence into himself until I am no longer sure who I am. The woman I was, the Lucy who’d stood up to her father, evaded the marauders and reached the shores of this country is fast drowning.
I am losing myself in him.
All that’s left is the echo of my climax. The high of the endorphins brought on by our mating that lingers in my blood. My head spins.
I groan and drop my head forward. My free arm dangles between my legs. There’s a liquid sensation in my limbs. If I stand now, I am positive my knees will buckle under me. I glance around and spot the tall glass of orange juice on the side table.
I snatch it up, raise it to my lips, and drain it.
The sugar seems to revive me at once. I drag the cool surface of the glass over my forehead. That’s when I see the note. It’s folded, and there’s no name on it, but clearly, it’s for me.
I gnaw on my lower lip. I shouldn’t read it. Don’t care what he has to say to me. My fingers tingle. Who am I kidding? I want to…need to know what’s in it. I place the glass back on the table and reach for the note.
What could he have written anyway? More excuses? Lies? This alpha confuses me.
I firm my lips.
One minute he wants me, and the next he pushes me away.
The person he hates more than me is himself, and isn’t that a laugh? Surely whatever he wants to tell me can’t be all that bad? I pick up the note and unfold it.
I’ll be gone by the time you read this… I wanted to say thank you…
I bite the inside of my cheek.
Thank you? Did he actually say thank you? Probably just a trap. Bet he didn’t mean it.
For being with me for so long. I haven’t always been tender with you…but, I don’t think you want gentle, do you, Squirrel?
You’ve challenged me, baited me, and claimed me first. It might have been your instincts as you say, or maybe I was just irresistible…(the latter, I think).
Bet he’d smirked as he’d scrawled that. Ha!
Either way, I claimed you, too. Clearly you hadn’t accepted the connection between us for you led Kayden straight to me and betrayed me.
My stomach flip-flops. I firm my lips.
It turned out for the best, as this way I can keep my half brother under the same roof as me.
“You had him imprisoned, asshole,” I fume. Now I am talking to the man in his absence. I toss my head.
His voice comes through so strongly in the letter, it’s as if he’s here in the room with me. My scalp prickles. Stupid dominant alpha, his presence is everywhere. He's not physically with me, yet he's influencing me. The hair lifts on the back of my neck. I look around the room. Well, I am in his suite, surrounded by his scent, and faced with the evidence of our recent coupling on this bed, so clearly, I’d think of him, right?
I lower my gaze back to the letter.
The thing is, Omega, you are the one for me. The only woman who’s ever stood up to me, gone toe to toe with me, and managed to win a few of our encounters…when I allowed you to, of course.
“The ego of the man.” I press my fingers
into the paper. I want to tear up the note but I don't. Besides, he did write, The one for me… Does he mean that? Zeus has many faults, but the alpha I have come to know does not lie. I continue reading.
Which is why I can’t let you go, you understand? It’s why I need to keep you chained, much as it pains me, because I must ensure that you don’t escape again. I need you to be safe, so I can focus on defeating the Marauders.
My heart stutters. A chill grips my chest. He’s gone after them. And he purposely didn’t tell me. The sneaky bastard.
Yeah, if I’d told you, you’d have found a way to sneak off with us, or managed to convince me to take you along, and you know I can’t.
You make me weak, make me care for you, elicit in me an urge to protect you, all of which makes me vulnerable, and that doesn't please me, not one bit, Squirrel.
Doesn’t change that you are my mate.
I’ve exercised my right to block the bond, as an alpha can, so you cannot track me; you will not be able to read me or intuit what’s happening to me, and that’s for your own good. So don’t try to escape and come to me if anything happens. Not that anything will.
“You overconfident alpha-hole.” I crumple the paper. “You’ve gone and put yourself in so much danger. You are doing exactly what that fucker wants. I am not going to let you die, Alpha. Not on my watch.” I fling away the note.
Crawling up the bed toward where he’s tied me to the bed frame, I yank at the chain; it doesn’t give. Try to use my other hand to untie it, but my fingers slide off. It’s a silken handcuff, so it doesn’t hurt my wrist. The jerk tied me knowing exactly how much I'd hate it. Just for that, I am going to find a way to escape and reach him.
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