“Fuck, thanks.” I roll my shoulders. I am not out to win the people’s vote; I don’t need to. I follow my instincts, differentiate right from wrong…largely. I play in shades of gray…but have enough confidence in my abilities.
He nods, then turns to leave.
“Dom.”
He pauses with his hand on the door.
“I was out of line earlier. You are doing an incredible job with Lisa. I can’t understand why you thought turning celibate was important enough for that, but hey, I am the last one to judge your choices.”
The skin across his knuckles tightens, then he jerks his head. He shoves open the door. “Me and Xander will take turns staying on guard.”
He singles out the only other alpha in the room who had restrained himself when faced with Cara’s pheromone-saturated presence.
Yeah, I can trust Dom with my life…and hers if it comes to it. Not that I am going to tell him that anytime soon.
A noise reaches me from behind the closed door of the kitchen. Turning, I race toward my omega.
24
Chloe
I lurch away from the bed, and the rope digs into my wrist. Bastard had made me orgasm over and over again, and I hate myself for it. I hadn’t been able to resist him. My body had bowed to his will. I had been helpless in front of his intent. He’d licked every part of my body, fucked my pussy, sucked on my cunt until I had climaxed, and then he had knotted me. Again.
My stomach clenches.
I hadn’t been able to stop myself from responding to him. My body shudders, then I straighten.
I need to get out of here before he comes and starts his assault on my senses. I won’t be able to resist giving in to him. Another burst of tension slinks up my spine, and my vertebrae snaps back. My breathing quickens; sweat laces my palms. I wipe my hands down my thighs, and my hand comes away sticky. The hell—? I raise my fingers and smell them. Sweet, tangy, the scent of cinnamon mixed with that sugary essence that is mine. He coated me in our cum? I run my fingers down my stomach, to my swollen pussy and wince. I touch my thighs, my waist, my breasts…. drag my fingers up to my cheek.
Every part of me is coated with the gooey mess.
My head spins. I am covered in the evidence of his arousal and mine. Even when he is not here, I can’t get away from him. I race to the door. Halfway across the floor, the rope tightens and yanks me back. I cry out in frustration.
Footsteps approach the door. He’s coming back. Another shudder ripples over my skin, and I pant. My belly spasms. My sex clenches. I squeeze my thighs hard as a gush of slick slides down between my legs. A moan rips out of me. Not good. This is not good. I am in full-blown heat. Hunger claws at my insides, gutting me, tugging at my nerves. My toes curl, my fingers tingle, and I drag them over my aching scalp.
I need him.
Need the alpha to come back and rut me. To shove his cock inside of me and push away that empty hurt that coils within.
My chest heaves, my spine curves, and my head jerks back. The door opens, and I turn away; my gaze roams around the place. Spotting the half-open door to the bathroom, I race toward it. I reach it and fall inside the doorway as the main door slams shut. I leap across the threshold and shove at it but…it won’t close.
The rope is in the way.
I shove my weight against it, panting, shoulders rolling, tears flowing down my cheeks. I don’t want to see him. I don’t. Another spasm licks up my spine. My stomach contracts; my pussy quivers. I turn around, my back pushed against the door to hold it in place. I fold my legs against my chest, then lower my burning forehead to my knees.
A knock sounds on the door, and I scream, then stuff my knuckles into my mouth. Sobs bubble up, and I bite down on my hand, trying to stop the noises from spilling out.
“Open up, Cara.”
No. I won’t.
“You don’t want to make me angry.”
Right. As if it makes a difference if he’s upset or not.
Any excuse to throw me down and rut me. My pussy trembles. I clench my thighs. Isn’t that what I want?
For this alpha to spear his cock inside of me and obliterate the seething emptiness that rattles around my insides, threatening to claw out of me? I throw my head back and it careens against the door.
Pain erupts behind my eyes, and I cry out.
“Get away from the door.”
“No.” The guttural cry emerges from my throat, and I blink. I sound like I am in pain. In agony. An omega in heat. Not for the first time, I wish I could control this primal urge inside of me. To pull myself back from embracing my destiny as a breeder. A woman. A mother. That’s what I was born for, to be impregnated. But don’t I have a say in who takes me? In who my mate is? I had dreamed of the day when I would go mate the alpha of my dreams. He’d soothe me, take my virginity, take me to the edge of the pleasure that a mating would bring on. He’d knot me and fill me with his child. And that’s going to happen, all right. Just not in the sequence of events I had wanted or with the man I love. “I hate you.”
There’s silence, then he says, “I don’t doubt that. But right now, you need me.”
“No.”
“You want me to come in and rut you, put you out of your misery." He lowers his voice to a coaxing tone, "You want me, Cara.”
“Don’t call me that.” Why am I engaging in conversation with him? That will only encourage him. And I don’t want that. I want him to leave me the fuck alone.
“Then what should I call you?”
“Huh?” I blink. He’s never asked me that before.
“What does it matter?” I huff out a breath, then wipe my cheeks.
“It does. I should have asked you for it earlier. Shouldn’t have treated you the way I did.”
“A second apology, Alpha? You are losing your touch.” I chuckle, then choke as another wave of agony twists my insides. This is bad. The estrus won’t allow me to stay in here. Will force me to go to him. I lower my head to my knees. I need a way out. But what?
“Come out and let me take care of you.”
“You mean fuck me?”
“If that’s what’s needed.”
“Why are you being so solicitous?”
“Why are you being so stubborn when everything you need is right here on the other side of this door? All you have to do is reach out and take it. What are you afraid of, Cara?”
Nothing. Everything. You. The words scroll across my mind, but I don’t say them aloud. I grit my teeth, bury my nails in my palms, and ride out the chill that racks my bones. My teeth chatter, my toes curl, and my thighs spasm. A groan bleeds out of me, and the doorframe trembles at my back.
“Open. The. Fucking. Door,” his voice booms out. “Now.”
The dominance in his tone slams into my back. My spine curves. I push away from the door and it flies open.
I turn around to see him looming in the doorway.
25
Kayden
She lies there panting, curled into herself, on the cold, tile bathroom floor. Her shoulders tremble, her chest heaves, and slick pools under her on the floor. She’s in pain, and yet the stubborn woman will not give in to me.
I cross the floor to stand over her, and she shudders. A moan leaves her lips. The ball of heat in my chest clenches. I scoop her up in my arms, then turn and walk over to the bed. Her skin is so cold to the touch.
She bangs her head against my chest. “Please,” she whispers. Her throat moves; her chin wobbles.
I cradle her closer, and she whimpers.
“You will let me help you.” I growl.
She nods. A tear slides down her cheek, and I lower my head and lick it up. Maybe the heat cycle has completely taken over her senses and that’s making her compliant. Perhaps her body has given in to the hormones; the needs that course through her have made her a slave to her urges. Or she simply can’t take the hurt that cleaves her body. Either way, I don’t wait.
I lay her down on the bed and tear off my cl
othes. Her body bucks, and I lower myself over her. Keeping most of my weight off of her, I lean enough of my weight on her to push her into the mattress.
A sigh of relief gusts from her lips.
She raises her chin, and her forehead brushes my neck. Her arms come around my shoulders, and she parts her thighs. My dick chafes over her trembling core, and we both shiver. I lean my weight on my elbows then nuzzle her hair. A tenderness sweeps over me. I want to fuck her, but I also want her to feel how different it’s going to be this time. My head hurts, a pressure builds behind my eyeballs. I may have taken her to hold her hostage, but it’s me who is being held prisoner to her. Her scent. Her body. Her.
I drag my cheek over hers, and she whines. Her breasts strain against my chest. Her pelvis rocks forward. Leaning back, I peer into her face.
Her eyes are closed, the color of her cheeks flushed. Her lips are moist and trembling and waiting…waiting for me to kiss her. I lean down and lick her mouth. She parts her lips, and I slide my tongue in. Gently, slowly. I swipe the seam of her lips, swirl my tongue over the roof of her mouth, ease in and suck from her. I take and I share. I tease and nibble until she responds. Her mouth opens wide, her tongue slides over mine. I tear my mouth from hers so suddenly that a string of spittle stretches between our lips. I lick it up. The combined tastes of our essences, sweet and tangy, fills my palate. “Look at me.”
She cracks her eyelids open. Her pupils are dilated, the black completely overtaking the green.
“I want you.”
She holds my gaze.
“I am going to knot you, Cara.”
She licks her lips, and her gaze drops to my mouth. She drags her hand around my neck, to the front and down my chest, heading lower. I adjust my body to trap her restless arm between us.
“I am going to fuck you, do you understand?”
She jerks her chin.
“But first, tell me your name.”
She frowns, then squints at me. A circle of green bleeds around the edges of her irises, and she sets her jaw.
“Say it.”
She shakes her head.
I had held off finding out her name, worried it would only elevate my designs on her. But now, when she decides to hold it back from me, I can’t stop myself. How dare she deny me this? My chest constricts. “What's your name?” I grit my teeth.
She firms her mouth, and that little act of defiance shoots a trail of fire down my spine. I am going to break her. And when I am done, she will deny me nothing. Not ever.
I shift my pelvis forward, and the head of my dick brushes her cunt. Her breasts heave, and she digs her teeth into her lower lip.
“Your name, Cara.”
She swallows, and her features crumple. She squeezes her eyes shut, and her body goes rigid.
I run a hand down her side to squeeze her thigh and pry it to the side. “Don’t make me wait.”
She shivers; goosebumps flare on her skin. “Don’t do this.” The words tremble from her lips.
A whiff of fear leaches from her skin, and that only makes me harder. It shouldn’t, but seeing her defy me, seeing her fight her instincts which command her to give in, seeing her stand up to me, makes my balls ache with longing. I want that spirit of hers. I am going to revel in that sweet, pungent essence of hers. I am going to possess her thoroughly, and when I am done, she will be mine. Only mine.
I glare at her, and she pales.
I palm her butt, and her shoulders draw back. She moves her head to the side; her body pushes back into the bed. I lower my chin and drag my whiskers up the exposed column of her throat. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders; more slick drips from her pussy.
“You belong to me.” I infuse enough dominance in my voice, and she raises her head to meet my gaze.
There is a furrow between her eyebrows, and I want to smoothen it out. I want to give her so much pleasure that she forgets everything except how I make her feel.
Is that unusual? Maybe. I don’t question why. Her body is already mine. But it’s her spirit, her soul, her emotions that I hanker for. Her submission, her compliance. Her admission that I am her master.
“The more I share of myself with you, the closer I tie you to me.” I lick her neck and she trembles.
“The more time we spend together Omega, the deeper I pull you to me.” I squeeze her nipple. Her head snaps back.
“The longer you resist, the stronger the connection that binds us. The less reason for you to escape me.”
Her entire body bucks.
“Your very instincts urge you to give in to me.” I nod toward the stream of slick that pools under her. “The cells of your body thirst for me.” I raise my head and sniff the air. “The essence of your desire coats the space, insisting that you need me. You can deny it all you want, but the evidence is to the contrary.”
She pants. “You can twist anything to suit your needs.”
“Including you.”
“No.” She shakes her head.
“You will not resist.” My gaze holds her. "You’ll do as I ask." My body pins her down. I tease my cock into the entrance of her pussy, waiting…waiting to breach her channel.
“You will. Tell me your name. Now.” The hushed command in my voice pulses in the space between us.
Her pupils dilate. Her lips move, and I angle my head to catch the syllables.
“Ch-l-oe,” she whispers.
The breath rushes out of me. “Do you want me?”
An agonized expression scrunches her features.
I slide my hand over the curve of her thigh to her melting core, then rub the heel of my hand against her clit. Her body writhes. Her shoulders push back; her pelvis kicks forward.
Her body wants me, but I want to hear it from her.
“Say it, and you’ll get what you want.”
“Rut me, Alpha.”
26
Chloe
“Thank fuck.”
His gaze bores into me, penetrating my soul, pinning me down as surely as his cock will pierce my body. And I want all of it. The stinging edge of his desire, the callused length of his dick, the rough scratch of his chin abrading my skin, the…heat of his chest enveloping me, his dominance overpowering me, the suffocating blanket of his self that holds me captive.
This balance between us of an alpha and an omega will never change. He is the marauder, and I am his prey. He is my master, and I am…I am his.
“No.” I shake my head, and his frown deepens. “You may have asked me to divulge my name, but that doesn’t mean anything.” I gulp.
His lips pull back, and it’s not a smile. It’s a sign of intent. A sign that he is enjoying my discomfort, my helplessness. He tilts his hips and breaches my channel, and my pussy clenches. Pinpricks of pleasure radiate out from where he’s joined to me. My hips jerk, and that hated smile widens.
“Keep saying that and perhaps you may convince yourself.”
He pinches my clit, and I shudder.
My body is not my own where he is concerned. And my will…he’s broken me to obey him. His dominance insists that he won’t be happy until he’s owned every part of me. My body, my soul, my thoughts.
His scent swirls around me; his chest rumbles; a deep, resonant purr flows over me.
The sound pounds at my chest, shoves at my temples, and my vision narrows. My breath comes in pants. More slick floods my channel, and the sweet, sugary scent of my arousal is unmistakable.
“So wet and hot.” His nostrils flare, and his chest expands. Every muscle in his body seems to bulge and harden further. "You want me, admit it."
He could take me, and I would enjoy every second of it. But I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing that. “I don’t,” I gasp out.
He continues to play with my clit then nudges his dick further into my pussy. The combined feel of his fingers on my sensitive core while his shaft stretches my soft entrance sends tendrils of pleasure coursing up my spine. My chest hurts; my head swims.
“Don’t.” A whine bleeds from my lips.
Color flushes his cheeks, then he kicks his hips forward and slides all the way inside of me. A low, keening cry spills from my lips. Too much. Too full. His fingers thrust in tandem with the hard column of his cock. He finds that spot deep inside of me, and I shatter. My pussy clamps down on the alpha’s intrusion, and a growl rips from his chest.
“Good girl,” he urges me on.
He shoves forward again and again, his fingers keeping pace. Pushing me toward that sliver of light so far on the horizon.
I pant and loop my legs around his waist, tilt my hips up to take in every throbbing centimeter of that source of pleasure.
Don’t. The word echoes in my head. Don’t. My eyelids flutter, and he nips on my chin. The pain fills my head, shoving aside all thought. My eyes narrow in on his face.
“Stay with me.” Another purr wells up his throat.
My back bows, my belly trembles, “No.” I shake my head to clear it.
“Yes.” He frowns.
“I can’t do this.” I shove against the massive body holding me down.
“You can and you will.”
I rake my nails down his shoulders, lower my legs, and try to knee him, but he leans more of his weight on my torso, flattening my breasts, then he lunges forward. His knot widens at the entrance to my channel. No. No. The words flicker in the corners of my mind.
Waves of pleasure stretch my veins. My womb spasms, and my channel squeezes on the alpha’s shaft, sucking on it, begging him to take what is his. His cock locks in behind my pelvic bone.
“Come.” The primal call in his voice rips me apart.
The climax slaps over me, and I howl.
A harsh purr rips from him, then he shoots hot streams of cum inside of me.
I float in that space for a while. Mind blank. Body pulsing in the aftermath. I hate… I hate myself. But I can’t deny him. Every part of me needs him.
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