“Get away,” I bare my teeth.
Dom steps back and raises his hands.
“Leave.” I glance around the room, fixing my gaze on each of the faces of the assembled alphas. My team. I fucked around with them. I screwed up. I’ll deal with them later. “Go.”
Another alpha lurches up to his feet, Shane. A young pup, that one. His nostrils flare; color suffuses his face. His gaze is fixed on the cowering woman in my arms. He moves forward, only to be yanked back by Dom.
“Get away, you heard the chief.”
“But, she… I…” He rubs the back of his neck. “The fuck happened?”
“She’s in heat. No alpha is impervious.”
She moans in my arms, and Dom’s face comes up. His face contorts. Sweat beads his brow. “Not even me.” He snarls.
She burrows further into my chest, and hides her face.
“Leave. Now.” I narrow my gaze on Dom. “All of you.”
Swiveling on my feet, I race for the exit.
"Remember to feed her." Dom's voice follows me, "I'll leave food outside your door."
I race out and to the bedroom then slam the door behind us and lock it.
The sound of the bolt hitting home seems to awaken her from her stupor. “Wh…what are you doing?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. I don’t trust myself to speak right now. The fuck is wrong with me? What have I done? I had claimed her, then thrown her at the mercy of my own men. I had told them it was a test…but really, I had been testing myself. I had failed spectacularly.
I march to the bed in the center, drop her on the mattress, then pull her up toward the headboard. I look around for something to use. Letting go of her, I wrench my T-shirt over my neck. Bending I twist it around her wrists, then tie her to the headboard.
“Let go of me.” She scrambles back as far as her restraints will allow her.
“No.” I straighten and look down at her half-naked figure. I yank the shirt and hoodie away from her body and fling them aside.
Another scream leaves her mouth, and the sound sinks into my blood, lodging in my gut. I don’t want to see her in pain. I don’t want to see her unhappy, and yet the sounds she makes when she is afraid only add to this burning, throbbing need in my chest. I rub the skin above my heart, and her gaze drops there.
Her eyebrows furrow, and she raises her eyes to mine. “You don’t want to do this.”
One side of my mouth twitches. “You don’t want to tell me what I can’t do.”
I unbutton the waistband of my pants and she gulps. “Please…”
“You remember what you said out there?”
Her gaze widens as she stares at my crotch.
“Do you?” I growl, and her shoulders convulse.
“Y…yes.”
“Did you mean it?”
Her breath hitches.
I glare at her, and she cowers, kicking up her legs, trying to scoot away. Blood thuds at my temples. My cock twitches. I massage my dick, and her gaze drops there. A low purr tumbles out of my lips, and her breathing grows ragged.
“I was only stating a fact.”
“Oh?” I tilt my head. My vision tunnels in on her. “And what’s that?”
“You claimed me against my will. You imposed your choice on me. You made me your mate…” Her voice fades.
Another purr rumbles up from me, and she flinches.
“Complete your statement.” My voice lowers to a hush. I wipe all expression from my countenance.
Her gaze flicks to meet mine, then skitters away.
“Say it, Omega. You’ve stood up to me so far. Don’t disappoint me now.”
“You won’t appreciate it.” She gulps.
“Has that ever stopped you?”
“I am afraid of what you’ll do to me.”
“Punishment is part of the process.”
“What process?”
“Us getting to know each other.”
“Is that what you call this?” She swivels her head to glare at me.
“Doesn’t matter what it is. I am not one for giving names to things. Or classifying relationships. I left that to my father, and look where that got him…dead.” Anger thrums my nerves.
He’d accepted my mother after what had happened to her, but the relationship between them had changed forever. He’d adopted me, tried to foster his goodness in me, almost as if he’d wanted to burn away the blood pounding in my veins. But my genes had manifested themselves after all.
I am just similar to my blood father.
Not very different from my half-brother.
I am a fucking alpha. This is what I do. I take what is mine.
She squares her shoulders. “Doesn’t mean I accept it.”
I swoop down on the bed, and she screams and kicks out. I grab her legs, fold them and shove up her knees so they are near her ears. The pink throbbing lips of her pussy stare up at me. Beautiful. The source of all of my pleasure. My pain. So fucking hot and moist. Saliva pools in my mouth.
“Why are you doing this?” Her voice wavers.
“I have to. Since I scented you, I knew you belonged to me.”
“You allowed them to touch me.” A sob spills from her lips.
I raise my gaze to hers. “I am sorry, I should not have let that happen.”
She sniffles, "If you are truly sorry then you'll let me go."
“I can’t.” I drag my gaze down to the wound at her neck, across her heaving breasts, back to the focus of my fascination. Her beautiful, gorgeous, melting core. “But I can make it up to you.”
I lower my head and lick her clit.
20
Chloe
Heat. Too much heat. The rough texture of his tongue grates over my pussy and my thigh muscles stiffen.
He swipes his tongue from my clit to my back hole then back to the top of my cunt. Ripples of heat flash out from my core. He hooks his tongue around the bud of my clit and my breath falters.
I open my mouth to scream, and all that spills out is a pant. “Don’t.”
He looks up at me from under hooded eyelids. “You know better than to challenge me.”
He leans in, forcing me to part my legs further. Then slurps his way up my melting, throbbing pussy again and again. His tongue dips inside my channel, and I groan.
He blows over my clit, and I shiver.
A low purr vibrates his chest, curling around my waist, sinking into my belly. My nerves thrum. My hips rise off the bed. All of the blood rushes to my engorged pussy. Another growl vibrates from his throat, and my belly spasms. Moistures gushes from my core.
“Good girl.” He drops his head and laps it up.
Warmth flushes my cheeks.
Why is my body obeying him? Why does everything in me want to open up, give in to his needs? Allow him to take?
“Untie me…please.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You said you’d wait for me to ask before you took me again. Did you forget?”
“By the time I am done, I promise you’ll be begging for me to rut you.” Another purr rumbles up his chest, "And so much more."
He draws out the sub-vocals, swirling the notes around me, coating my skin with the intensity of his rich, deep sounds. The vibrations build, holding me down, pinning me to the mattress as surely as his tongue which cleaves my pussy, drawing out the moisture between my thighs, forcing my womb to contract again. A gush of heat builds at my core and clambers up my spine. It rises up to meet the burning in my chest, and I pant. The breath squeezes out of me; my rib cage tightens. A chill skitters in its wake, coating my blood with ice.
“No. Not now.” I cry out.
I’ve been on the precipice of estrus for nearly forty-eight hours. On its own, it might have taken a day, maybe more to go into full heat, but that pine-and-cinnamon scent of his, the bite of testosterone crowding in on me, the rough thrust of his tongue in that most vulnerable part of me, it all shoves me over the edge.
My eyes roll back,
and I groan. “Please.”
I sense him glance up. “Look at me.”
I focus my gaze on his features. His broad shoulders are poised between my thighs. His lips glisten with my slick; a flush sears his cheeks. He looks feral, animalistic, and so strong. So vital.
“See what you do to me?” His jaw tics. “You reduce me to the most basic part of myself. Force me to acknowledge I am nothing but a rutting, depraved animal at heart. The one I’d tried to discipline and failed. You make me aware of my vulnerabilities. That I am just a breath away from the beast inside of me.” His eyebrows knit.
“You…you hate me?”
He peels back his lips, “Hate is too mild a word for what I feel about you.” He stares at my face. “I want to consume you alive. I want to lick up every part of you, mark every inch of your body. Shove you face down into these sheets and lick your pussy for hours until you come again and again. Until you lose every thought in that pretty little head. Until all you want is me. Ask for me, beg me to take you, and when you do…if you convince me that you really want it, only then”—his eyes burn with a cold heat—” will I rip into your cunt and knot you. I’ll fuck your body through this mattress, fuck you for hours, only letting you up for air for seconds, right before I claim you all over again so you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
His words send a primitive surge of fear…and lust…I admit it; his possessive, filthy words shake me to my core. A primal need to be with him rears up from deep inside. He’s strong. Virile. He’s right for me. He’s the kind of alpha I would have chosen…if I'd had a choice. But he hadn’t given me that. He’d simply taken.
And I can't forgive that.
But I also want him.
"It's not you I hate. I hate myself." I swallow, "I loathe myself for being so attracted to you."
My belly clenches, my sex squeezes, and more slick flows down between my pussy lips. No. I don’t want this. Once he starts, I won’t be able to resist.
I’ll submit to him; it’s a foregone conclusion.
He’ll take my body, make me experience the kind of highs I never thought existed. Drug me with endorphins, coat me in his cum, and spoil me for anything else. He’ll have seduced my body, sated my appetites, but my mind is my own.
I’d been wrong to think he doesn’t feel. There’s an anger eating away at him. One he tries to mask, and mostly succeeds. But this fire that boils inside is the kind that, once drawn, cannot be pulled back. Not until it destroys everything in its path. Me.
“I’ll never accept you.” I spit out the words. “Never.”
Those glacial eyes burn.
A harsh purr rips from his mouth, the sound so animalistic that I cry out.
His biceps bulge.
The fine hair on my forearms rises in alarm.
His shoulders expand as he draws in a breath. His voice is silky. “Allow me to change your mind.”
He dives down between my legs and nips on my pussy, and I scream. He licks me, sucks on my clit, shoves his rough tongue inside of my soaking channel. He lets go of one of my knees only to knock them together and restrain them with a massive arm. He shoves a thick finger into my cunt and bites down on my clit. The orgasm screams up my spine to smash behind my eyeballs. Flashes of red and white fill my vision. My spine arches, my head snaps back, and I howl.
“I hate you!” The words tear out of me
"You don't mean it."
He adds a second finger, then a third inside of my channel, pulls them out and shoves them back in, again and again. The squelching sounds fill the air. Obscene. Primitive. My entire body tingles in the aftershocks of the orgasm.
"I... hate—"
He swipes his tongue between my aching folds and all of my nerve endings seem to fire at once.
"Hate—" I gasp.
He twists his tongue inside my channel, then dips a finger inside my back hole and I stutter. All thought spills from my mind leaving only intense sensations in its wake. He fucks me with his tongue, in-out-in, and hooks his finger inside my puckered hole. Sparks of fire ripple down my spine. A trembling starts up from my toes.
No, no, no. I can't orgasm. Not again.
Adrenaline laces my blood, and I fight him in earnest. I yank at the restraint around my wrists, strain against the solid barrier of his arm. He simply leans more of his weight on me, holding me immobile. Tears wet my cheeks; sweat trickles down the side of my chest and over my shoulder. A spasm ladders up my calves, up my thighs, and every cell in my body tenses. Waves of heat, then chills slither over my skin.
My body seems to develop a mind of its own as I twist and buck, reaching for something. Something. Burning need claws at my chest.
A moan whines out of me, and my limbs quiver.
He releases my knees, which part on either side, baring me completely, only for him to wind one of my legs around his neck.
He continues to lave my pussy again, swiping his tongue up my melting folds and around the aching bud of my clit. He rubs the heel of his palm across my cunt at the same time that he thrusts three fingers into my pussy. All the while he's playing with my back hole.
I thrash my head from side to side, my hands grasp at the air, my hips arch off of the mattress, and still, he doesn’t stop.
He sucks, he nibbles, he bites on my clit, and all the time his fingers thrust in and out of me. More slick gushes out, and he releases my swollen bud long enough to lap it up, always returning to the throbbing, aching, swollen part of my pussy. The waves recede, and chills wreck my muscles.
My teeth chatter; my bones ache. I open my eyes and look down to find him staring up at me with that penetrating gaze.
“I will not…cannot…give in to you.” I whisper.
“Then take from me, Cara, take everything I have to offer, and that which I can’t. Fucking rip me apart to make up for what I did to you earlier.”
21
Kayden
Her muscles tense, and her forehead furrows. Her gaze holds mine as if she dare not let go.
“What do you need?”
Her belly trembles, her breasts heave. "More..." She pants.
Before the word has left her mouth, I drag my fingers from her clit, and slick gushes out. I scoop up the liquid and smear it down the cleavage between her ass cheeks. Her hips convulse. I rub my fingers against her back hole, and color flushes her cheeks.
“Let me give you what you ache for.”
I shove my tongue inside her wet channel, and she pants.
Her muscles loosen, and I glide my finger into her back hole. Her shoulders lift off of the mattress, and her head falls back, exposing the curve of her neck.
“Tell me you want me to pleasure you.”
After what I put her through earlier, it’s the least I can do. There’s a strange satisfaction in seeing her fall apart around me. In making her come. In watching the color sweep up her shoulders, over her throat. In hearing her pant and moan as she chews on her lower lip, her entire body shaking, while she digs her hips into the mattress and tries to wriggle away from me. At the same time, her legs wind around my neck, urging me closer, nearer, faster. More, I need to taste more of her.
I rub my chin over her swollen pussy, around her clit, and she howls. "Ouch...that hurts." I blow on the throbbing flesh and she whines.
I slide my other hand up her torso to her quivering breast and pinch the distended nipple. She howls and thrashes around. Slick gushes out from between her legs, her head snaps back, and she screams as she comes. Her entire body tenses, then her muscles relax.
The aftershocks ripple across her skin.
Shivers ladder up her legs; goosebumps flare over her thighs. I unhook her legs from around my shoulders. Then
crawl up her body and plank over her. “Open your eyes.”
Her eyeballs move behind her closed eyelids, her lips part, and she mumbles under her breath.
“Look at me.”
She cracks her eyes open, and her gaze latches on to mine. Pupils b
lown, the dark black bleeds out, leaving only a green circle around the circumference. The heat in my chest flares; my groin hardens. My shaft brushes against her melting core, and she whines. I clasp her waist and slide my palm over her hips to squeeze her butt.
She licks her lips. My gaze falls there. I angle my head and slurp on her mouth. Sweet. Hot. The honey of her essence teases my senses. A purr curls up my chest, and I weave the sub-vocals around her shoulders, her chest, binding her to me as efficiently as the rope. I drag my arm up her luscious curves, over her arm, to twine my fingers around her hands. So tiny, both her palms fit into one of mine.
“I have to take you.”
Her gaze widens. Her breasts heave. She opens her mouth, and I swipe my tongue over the seams of her lips, drag it over her teeth, filling her up, drinking from her.
A growl rumbles up my chest. The taste of her fills my senses. Sugar. A bite of pepper that tugs at my nerves, overwhelms all other thought. I tilt my hips and glide my shaft into her weeping pussy. Her muscles coil and flex, her curves move, adjust, and her inner muscles protest, then stretch to accommodate all of me.
I drag my hand down to support the back of her head. I balance my other arm next to her, trying to keep my weight off of her. Her body shudders, and I wait. Her pussy clamps down on my shaft, her wet channel clinging to the shape of my dick. I stay there and wait until the trembling recedes. Then tilt my hips and thrust into her. My dick slips all the way home, bumping against her cervix.
Too much.
Not enough.
The sensations crowd in on my mind. Blood pulses in my ears. My heart rate ratchets up. I tear my mouth from hers and peer into her eyes. “Take me in, Cara, all of me. Take what you need.”
I reach up and over her and undo the ropes. Her arms come around my shoulders. Her nails dig into my flesh. Pain shudders down my spine to twine with the lust that expands in my belly.
Fresh ripples of heat flicker out, vibrating up to slam into the burning sensation in my chest.
Everything inside of me comes alive. All of my senses pop. My vision narrows in on her face. Those beautiful eyes. The flush of her cheeks. The swollen mouth. I loop my arms under her knees then yank them up again, “Hold on.”
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