Owned by the Alpha

by Laxmi Hariharan

  A ripple of fear runs down my spine.

  This alpha, he wants me all right, but it’s more than lust, there's an edge of cruelty to his gaze, a need to punish. It’s more than just an intention to possess me. He wants to break me, to ruin me and...I...I want it too. I want him to take me, want to feel his dick throb inside me, I need him to throw me down and slam his shaft into me. I want this alpha to fuck me.

  It’s that thought that slices through my head. Panic twists my gut.

  I open my mouth to scream, but he clamps his big palm over my lips.

  I am not aware that I’ve flicked out my tongue and licked the palm of his hand, not until his taste slides down my throat: that salty essence of his skin, mixed with a deeper, more complex edge of chocolate. How could someone who looks so dangerous…taste that good?

  Liquid heat drenches my core.

  His gaze narrows, amber sparks swirling in the depths of his eyes.

  His nostrils flare, and the tendons of his throat slide over each other. That’s the only warning I get before he leans down and hoists me up onto the low wall.

  The water sloshes over me, slapping me between my legs. My core trembles. My belly flip-flops with nervousness. But underneath it all is this crazy need to submit…no, to run. I need to get away from him, from whatever hold he has on me. I angle my body and yank up a leg to try to slide it over the side.

  He steps into the gap between my legs.

  I widen my legs to accommodate his massive body. His hardness pushes into the apex of my thighs.

  A groan dribbles out of me, muffled against the palm he holds over my mouth.

  The tendons of his throat bunch, then he slides his hand down and under my dress.

  No. I try to shake my head.

  Try to tell him not to do this, not to…oh! He rams his finger into my pussy.

  A shock of pleasure shoots up my spine.

  My nipples pucker, my back bends, and the breath rushes out of me. My entire body seems to tense and wait, wait… His gaze narrows, and he rams another finger, then a third into my dripping channel. He twists his fingers, dragging them along my weeping inner walls.

  Pleasure sears me. Red sparks flare behind my eyes. My body jerks forward, and my breasts thrust into his chest. My nipples tighten to pinpoints of pleasure.

  He drags his fingers back, all the way out to the opening, then inside me again, this time hitting a spot inside I didn’t even know existed.

  White-hot pleasure races through me. My head falls back, and I moan. I hear the sound and only then realize he’s removed his hand from my mouth.

  I open my heavy eyelids, and my gaze runs down that massive chest, down the concave planes of his chest, to where he’s undoing the buttons on the front of his pants. His erection leaps forward. Thick, broad, and with precum leaking from the tip.

  My belly contracts. My pussy clenches. Another burst of slick slides out of me.

  I want to reach out and touch his beautiful cock. Want it throbbing inside of me and…no.

  I raise my gaze to his. I need to open my mouth and tell him no. No, I don’t want this. Not like this. Instead, all that comes out is a groan. It sounds like I am encouraging him, and I am not, not. I shake my head, then raise my hand to his shoulder and grip it so hard that my nails dig into the wet cloth. The heat of his skin bleeds through the fabric, warming my palm.

  That calms me somewhat, and really, that doesn’t make sense.

  Something of the terror must have shown on my face, for his features tighten.

  He places his hand over my palm, then slides it in between the V of his collars so my fingers are flat against the skin of his chest.

  The hard planes thrust up into my skin and push into my palm.

  A dense plume of heat swirls off of him and slams into my chest. I gasp.

  He tugs my hand over his concave belly to his crotch.

  I curl my fingers around his shaft and find my fingertips don’t quite meet over his girth.

  I gulp and touch my tongue to my lips.

  He leans in close enough for me to see the lines that fan out from his eyes. To see the gold sparks that leap in his irises. A deep purr rumbles up his chest.

  The subvocal vibrations sink into my skin and warm my blood. My pulse races. Whatever he is doing, whoever he is, I know then I can’t move, can’t protest. I want him. I need him. He must take me. Now.

  The thought sends a pulse of heat racing through my core. I’ve never had an alpha rut me before. Is my first time going to be like this with a man I don’t know, who I don’t care about? It’s just primal lust, just a need, a pure mingling of two opposite essences, two very different sides of a spectrum. The alpha and the omega, male and female, two extremes ready to be joined. A moan tumbles from my lips.

  His shoulders flex.

  He drags my fingers down the width of his shaft, all the way to the tip, then yanks my hand to the side. He pulls his fingers out of me, only to shove aside my tunic.

  Then he grips my waist, angles my hips up, and plunges into me.

  Kayden

  Her head falls back, her mouth falls open, and a keening cry rips out of her. It jolts down my spine, and my shaft thickens further inside of her. I brush up against a barrier and my shoulders go solid. “You’re a virgin?”

  Her shoulders quake. Her eyelids flutter half closed. “Yes.”

  Her voice is soft and melodic, and it bleeds right into my skin.

  Makes my shaft grow harder at the thought that I am going to be her first. Her only. I push away that thought.

  Fanciful thinking.

  I am just following my urge to take her, and yeah, using it as a way of getting back at my half brother.

  What better way than to take an omega from under his protection and rut her.

  A part of me wants to be gentle with her.

  It’s her first time, she deserves better—tenderness, touches, kisses…none of which I can give her. The rutting has always been just a way to satisfy my urges and to put the occasional omega in heat out of her misery. And that’s all this is.

  The way her pupils dilate as she peers up at me through her half-closed lids, the way her shoulders pull back, and the slickness that flows out of her…all of it tells me she is on the verge of her heat cycle.

  It just so happens that I am the one to find her.

  And I can’t hold myself back, no more than any other alpha who’d found her then could. I have to take her now, and then I can be on my way. Right?

  I pull back, all the way back, and stay poised at the opening of her channel. “Look at me.”

  I am not sure why, but I need her to see my face as I take her and knot her.

  I hadn’t come here with the intention of rutting an omega, but her scent went straight to my head.

  And when I’d seen her response to me, felt her tremble as I’d approached her, I knew then I didn’t have a choice. I had to have her.

  I grip her chin and lower her face.

  Her eyelids tremble open.

  Light-blue eyes stare at me.

  They are so pale that they seem to reflect the color of the water around us, picking up hints of green from the surrounding garden. The color deepens, hinting at her turmoil, and I lose myself a little in their depths.

  It shouldn’t feel so good, shouldn’t feel like I have been searching for just this sensation of being buried inside of her sweet essence for so long. It’s precisely that which makes me hold her gaze as I pound into her again.

  This time, my shaft breaks through her sensitive barrier.

  She screams in pain, and her entire body heaves.

  My heart stutters, the breath catches in my chest, and my throat closes. Something inside me insists I gather her close to my chest. That I cradle her as she trembles, tighten my arms around her, slide my hand down her waist to her thighs and urge her to wrap her legs about me…first one, then the other.

  A deep purr rumbles up, and I twirl the notes over her, pulling her c
lose. I rest my chin on her head, running the fingers of my other hand through her hair.

  Her shoulders shake, and she begins to cry.

  The band around my chest tightens.

  It feels wrong that I hurt her, and I cannot understand that. It’s the wont of an omega to be rutted through a heat cycle. And an alpha to take them and steer them through it.

  Yet that sense of rightness that my adoptive father had instilled in me, the one that said I should always treat omegas with respect, protect them, and make sure never to abuse my rights as an alpha, all of it crowds in on me.

  What I’ve done is wrong. I got caught up in the lust of the moment and abused my power. I had acted exactly how Golan would have in this situation.

  The thought churns my guts.

  I make to pull out of her…when she tightens her thighs around my hips, then raises her tear-stained face to me.

  “Don’t you dare leave, not now.” Her features are fierce, her eyes shine blue and green. You'd think that there was a tsunami of emotions caught inside her.

  “I didn’t mean to do that.” I purse my lips. That’s a lie. I cannot excuse my actions. I cannot hide behind the fact that I had given in to my base nature and been overcome by my response to her.

  She stares at me, her lips trembling.

  My gaze drops to them, then back to her gaze. “No, I lie. I saw you, I wanted you.”

  “Then take me, finish it.” The color leaves her face, even as her gaze narrows with intent.

  She's so tiny, that even seated on the wall she barely reaches my chest.

  Her heart-shaped face is perfectly formed. Wide forehead, big eyes, pink lips that frame a mouth that is just slightly parted. Desire flushes through me again, and my dick twitches inside of her.

  A shudder of desire runs through her, echoing everything going through my head right now.

  “You’re right. I can’t stop now, but I can make sure I make it as good for you as it is for me.”

  Her eyebrows draw down, “What—?”

  I grip her hips, angle them just right, and then I slide further into her, all the way home.

  She moans, and the sound is so sweet, so right.

  She brings up her legs to wrap them around my waist. Her pussy clamps down on my shaft.

  I bring my palm down to the space between us, then rub my heel over her clit. Her entire body jerks, her head falls back, she grips me with her thighs, and her fingers dig into my forearms as she arches back. Her breasts thrust up into the air. The nipples are dark shadows against the almost translucent material. Bending down, I close my lips around one and pull.

  She cries out then, and more of her slick flows out to cover my shaft.

  I raise my face to hers, then fix my fingers around her nape.

  Her eyes flutter open.

  I hold her gaze. “Come for me, Omega,” I rasp.

  Our breaths mingle. I draw in that honeyed, sugary scent of her slick. Blood rushes to my groin, straight to my dick, and my knot locks into place, just as a trembling sweeps through her and she shatters.

  I hold her, watching her face as her features tighten with intense pleasure. Every part of her seems to come alive, echoing the sensations coursing through me. And it’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Only then do I let myself come, shooting hot streams of cum inside of her.

  Her climax fades away, leaving her limp in my arms.

  Her body rolls forward, and I cradle her against my chest. Sliding down to my knees, I cup some of the water to pour it over her trembling pussy.

  When I see the traces of my cum on her inner thigh, a surge of possessiveness grips me. My shaft thickens with the need to be inside of her again.

  I turn my palm over so the water drops away, then scoop up the blend of my cum and her slick, rubbing in into her pussy. I sweep up some of the potent liquid and drag it up her waist, over her breasts. Reaching her mouth, I rub the mixture into her lips. She licks it up, and her eyelids stutter open.

  “Alpha?” She blinks and her chin wobbles.

  “That’s right, I’m your alpha now.” I bend my head and sink my teeth into the curve of her shoulder.

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  Gia

  “Incoming heat missile.” The bartender stares past me.

  I turn, and he clicks his tongue. “Don’t be that obvious.”

  Right. I bite the inside of my cheek, then straighten to peek in the mirror above him.

  A group of men talking, two women conversing at the far end. Everything seems normal. Exactly why I’d chosen this watering hole at the edge of Red Square in Moscow.

  Then, one of the women points to the entrance of the bar.

  I follow her gaze.

  The figure of a man fills the doorway. He’s tall enough for his head to graze the top of the frame.

  The hair on the nape of my neck rises.

  Sunlight pours over him, and his features are in shadow. Yet there’s no mistaking the sense of danger that radiates from him.

  The bartender lowers his voice. “Good luck.”

  I grip the bottle of water, the skin over my knuckles stretching tight. “What do you mean?” I swig from the liquid, wishing it were something stronger. But I can’t afford that, not when I have to return to duty with the Bureau of Shifters later today.

  “Alpha-hole headed your way.” He chuckles.

  “Wait. What?” Every instinct in me snaps to attention.

  He jerks his chin in the direction over my shoulder, then moves away.

  Don’t look, not now. I hold my breath. Then heat slams into my back. It’s as if a furnace has been switched on behind me.

  My mouth goes dry.

  The scent of the first rain on parched earth teases my nostrils. My blood thumps.

  I raise the bottle of water to my lips again, when arms cage me in on either side.

  I peer out of the corner of my eye and see a corded forearm peppered with dark hair.

  Muscles flex under the tanned skin and flow down to meet long, tapered fingers.

  Hands that could trail over my skin, grasp my curves, squeeze my flesh, and massage them and… Heat flares in that secret place between my legs. I clench my thighs.

  A flutter of lust licks my belly.

  I lower the bottle. My fingers tremble, and my palms go slick with sweat.

  I swivel around on the barstool and stare at the widest pair of shoulders I have ever seen. The man is massive; his big body blocks out the sight of the rest of the bar.

  He doesn’t move. Just stays, hunched over me. He’s all around me.

  His perfectly sculpted pecs are accentuated by a plain white T-shirt that clings lovingly to every single muscle. Dog tags nestle between those hard planes, and his nipples are outlined against the fabric.

  My mouth goes dry.

  I want to lean in and lick the valley between those chiseled planes, then drag my tongue over his skin, across to that nipple and bite it.

  I swallow and raise my eyes.

  The tendons of his beautiful throat flex as I move my gaze up to his square jaw. There's a shadow of a dent in the center of his chin. My fingers twitch. I want to reach up and trace the furrow.

  One side of lips turns up in a smirk.

  Bet he knew exactly what I was thinking just then.

  A shiver runs down my spine and my nerve endings stretch with anticipation. He won't be gentle, this man. He'll take without regret, and... I want him to do just that. I want to nip on his pouty lower lip, then swipe my tongue over his cruel mouth… A mouth made for snarling, for sucking…for taking… Heat sweeps my skin.

  I tilt my head back, and farther back, forcing my gaze to climb over that hooked nose to the furrow between those hooded eyebrows and… I gulp. Blue eyes blaze at me.

  Th
ey are turquoise and sea blue with a hint of green, and there are amber flecks that ebb and flow in them. It’s as if there’s a fire that’s lit inside, one which is reflected in those irises. Yet his pupils are so dark. Empty. Cold. So cold. A shiver ripples down my spine and… whoa! Is it possible for one pair of eyes to have so many conflicting emotions?

  This man could rip me apart and not care. He would own me, possess me, make me scream with pain, he’d bring me so much pleasure. Damn!

  My thighs clench. My fingers tremble, and the bottle of water slips from my grasp.

  I keep waiting for the crash of the bottle hitting the floor, except this gorgeous, otherworldly, heat-inducing, moisture-drawing, perfectly beautiful hunk of a guy swoops down and catches it.

  His muscles uncoil as he straightens. Every move of his seems to be etched in sheer poetry. I try to move, and it’s as if my body is weighed down.

  He raises the bottle and holds it right in front of my nose. “Yours?”

  “Mine.” I force the word out through a throat that feels it’s lined with shredded glass. Does he realize that I am staking my claim on him already with that word? “Impressive catch.” I jut out my chin.

  “I know.” His voice is low and husky and tugs at my nerve endings.

  There’s no mistaking the innuendo in his tone. He’s so damn self-assured, so confident of the impact of his nearness on me. It should annoy me, but the truth is that his arrogance is a turn-on. Sheer charisma oozes from his every pore, threatening to overpower me with the dominance of his personality.

  My belly flutters. Heat flushes my cheeks. I reach out and grab the bottle from him.

  One side of his lips quirk.

  A kind of know-it-all, I-know-the-effect-I-am-having-on-you kind of smirk. The kind of smile that does not quite reach his eyes. The kind that promises that lurking just under the surface is a male who will take without permission.

  It’s bad and oh so good.

  Every part of my body seems to wake up and scream for attention. For his attention. His very careful ministrations on every inch of my skin, my body, my soul.