Strikes rained down with the steady rhythm of a metronome. His aim was unerring, never hitting the same spot twice, until her entire body felt like it was consumed in fire.
Tears turned to sobs as the hardwood of the table bumped against her cheek with each measured blow.
He used the belt on her without apparent mercy. She lost count after a handful of swings, her awareness receding into an ocean of sharp pleasure and sparkling pain.
His pace eventually slowed and then stopped. Minutes passed, the only sound in the room his harsh breathing and the gasping sobs that she tried to swallow back, leaving her blubbering.
Was this how Alpha’s got their rocks off without an Omega to abuse, paying Beta women enough to pretend that they enjoyed it? He was sick and, she realized with a heavy heart, so was she.
A large hand insinuated itself between her legs, his searching fingers sparking her desire even higher. She cried out, rocking back against him and desperate for his touch, even as her palms stayed glued to the table’s surface.
“Tell me what you want, girl.” His voice sounded harsh, strained as if even he was caught up in whatever storm gathered between them. “Tell me what you need.”
“Fuck me.” The words spilled from her lips before she could stop them and she immediately wanted to snatch them back.
He was already laughing at her, voice snide. “I don’t fuck Betas, little one. But perhaps there’s something else that I can offer you.”
When he pulled his hand away, she moaned at the loss, growing wanton in her desperation. Then his face was buried between her thighs and the world exploded around her.
He sucked the little bead of her clit into his mouth, drawing hard on it as if he could pull the very life from her body. Flattening his tongue against her flesh, he licked the length of her from the bottom of her slit to the puckered skin of her rear entrance.
Her body reacted as if it had been shot with electricity, bucking and grinding against his face. A high-pitched keening sound filled the room, and she distantly realized that it was coming from her, but she was too far gone for embarrassment.
His tongue moved lower, dipping inside of her before returning to the more sensitive flesh that had fully emerged from its hood as if begging for more attention. Fingers pushed inside of her, just as his mouth closed over her clitoris and sucked hard. Mouth and fingers worked in tandem, creating a primal rhythm that sent her over the edge of ecstasy.
She dissolved, orgasm leaving her barely on the verge of consciousness. Her moans transformed into inarticulate cries as she melted like candy into the heat of his mouth.
And then she screamed his name before passing out completely.
Ianthe woke a short time later, no conception of how long she had been in a pleasure-induced haze. They were both reclined on the sofa, her in his arms with her head tucked neatly under his chin.
Legion must have felt her stir because his chest rumbled against her cheek as he spoke.
“Welcome back.”
She was afraid to do or say anything that might break the spell that had been cast. It had been years since she experienced anything like this, completely surrounded and protected from the outside world. Even if the person holding her was a hated Alpha, she wasn’t ready to let the moment go.
Her cheek rested against the small patch of bare skin where the top of his shirt was unbuttoned. His scent was amazing, and she had to resist the urge to burrow closer.
“It’s a little late for the vapors, pet.”
Legion — she had to acknowledge his name now that he had ripped enough pleasure from her body to make her pass out — gripped her chin, tilting her face until she was forced to meet his gaze.
His eyes were golden and too bright for the scowl that seemed permanently etched into his features. They were pools of light that she could fall into and be completely swallowed up.
“Tell me about your dreams.”
A fiery blush crept up her cheeks, and he chuckled, the sound like a threat.
“Tell me, Ianthe.”
Her name on his lips was too much, it somehow made the scene even more intimate than it already was.
“You had my arms and legs b-bound.” She swallowed hard and forced out the hated word. “Sir.”
He rolled her off of his lap and shoved her back on the couch, his impressive form looming over her. Taking both of her wrists in one large hand, he raised them over her head until they pressed against the arm of the couch. One of his legs moved up to cover both of hers, immobilizing them. She was trapped between the vice-like grip at her wrists and the weight of his body.
“Like this?”
Ianthe took a stuttering breath. “Yes, sir.”
“Was that all?”
His face hovered over hers, their noses just barely touching. His body, so much larger and heavier than hers, crushed her down against the cushions. The position forced her to inhale in small gasps, her lungs unable to completely expand against the solid wall of his chest.
She felt his breath, hot and wet against her skin, as he turned to brush his lips against her cheek. The touch was so light that she hesitated to even call it a kiss.
The hard length of his erection pressed against her thigh. She shifted against it and he made an answering groan.
“Answer me, girl.”
She struggled to draw his question from the banks of her memory. The lines of their bodies molded together, each curve and line perfectly matched as if they were made to fit together. The feel of him pressed against her overwhelmed her senses and robbed her of coherent thought.
Confusion must have shown on her face because he laughed again then bent his head so his lips nuzzled against her ear.
“Describe the rest of your dream.”
She didn’t want to admit her fantasy to him, embarrassment enough to temper her haze. But what choice did she have?
What choice did she really have in any of this?
“I was blindfolded, sir.”
“Really?” His free hand skimmed down the side of her body, stopping at her bare hip. “Did you like it?”
She gasped as wandering fingers glided over the hot skin of her inner thigh. “Y-yes, sir.”
“And when you woke from your dream, soaking wet and unsatisfied, is that when you touched yourself?”
“Yes.” Her voice choked on another sob. “Y-yes, sir.”
His hand rose to draw a teasing circle around a peaked nipple, tracing the line where the dark pink of her areola met lighter skin.
“Who else have you let touch you?”
Why was he so focused on who she may have been with before, surely it couldn’t be jealousy that deepened his scowl? The more he spoke to her, the more confused she became. It was not a comfortable sensation.
“I already told you,” she snapped. “Nobody but me.”
He pinched the hardened peak hard between his fingers, twisting hard. “Mind your tone, little Beta.”
She gasped an apology, but he held for a beat longer, making it clear that insolence would be answered with punishment.
“I’m not sure that I believe you, little slut that you are.” A nail scraped the already abused flesh of her nipple and stars exploded across her vision. His hand moved down her body, fingers scratching at her skin before slipping easily between the slick folds at her center. “No one else has tasted this wet little cunt?”
“No!”
There had been opportunity and sometimes even a small amount of interest, but Ianthe had little time for the Beta males in her sector. The alterants had the side effect of greatly diminishing her desire for mating.
At least they had had until she met him.
His hand moved back up and traced the line of her lower lip with fingers damp with her slick.
“Arch your back,” he commanded.
Her body bowed as she complied with little hesitation. His arm slipped under her back, raising her chest higher until her breasts were presented to him like some sort of off
ering.
She stared down the line of her own body and met eyes that had turned the dark copper of late-day sunlight through the poisoned atmosphere in the lower sector. Her wrists pressed hard against the end of the sofa as she willed her arms to stop trembling. If her obedience pleased him, there was nothing in the fathomless gaze to indicate it.
“There is nothing more erotic than when a woman offers her breasts.” He blew gently over the sensitive skin. Somehow, her nipples hardened even more in reaction. “Beg me to do what I want to them.”
Ianthe did not beg. It was beneath her and against everything that she stood for. And yet the words still spilled from her lips. “Please do what you want with my breasts. Please, sir.”
He clearly needed no further inducement. His mouth descended just before she felt the broad, raspy surface of his tongue flattened against her breast.
His head moved from side to side, laving each nipple in turn with wicked strokes of his tongue. The hand holding her wrists pressed down hard, grinding the delicate bones together until she made a small sound of pain. The sound seemed to excite him even more and his teeth closed over one hardened peak.
The slight pain made her buck against the iron grip, even as she knew that her efforts would be to no avail. His grip tightened further, her struggles were like the wind trying to move a mountain.
His lips bared in a snarl where they still pressed against the dark flesh of her areola. He wouldn’t, came the desperate thought, and she felt a flash of fear as his teeth closed again over the sensitive nub of flesh.
Then he bit down hard, teeth digging sharply into her skin.
The jolt of pain ran like a live-wire from her aching nipple straight to her molten core. His head moved to the other side, repeating the attention on the opposite breast until she writhed underneath him. She looked down her body, expecting to see the flesh ravaged, but there was only the small indent of his teeth. He hadn’t even broken the skin.
Both his hands moved to her chest, squeezing her breasts and pressing them hard together so his mouth could lavish attention on them both at the same time. Now released, her own hands fell to his head of their own volition as her fingers tangled in his dark hair, thicker and silkier than it looked. Her hands pulled at the strands as the frenetic movements were the only way she knew to ask for what couldn’t be put into words.
She bucked against him, his erection hard against her thigh. The squirming contact wasn’t enough, and she desperately wished that no clothing stood between them so she could feel his bare skin on hers.
His hips matched the rhythm of hers as they rocked against each other with a frantic tempo, even as he never ceased the unforgiving attention on her breasts. She didn’t care that the wool of his pants was rough and scratched against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He moved his leg so that there was direct friction against the aching bead of her clit.
Hands still pressing and kneading at her breasts, his mouth moved up her chest in trailing nips of his teeth until he reached her ear. “Come for me, Ianthe. Come now.”
His hips thrust faster against her, abrading the already sensitized flesh and it was more than she could take.
She came with a screaming cry that pierced the air, sound echoing off the walls and still audible even after she collapsed back against the sofa.
But it wasn’t enough. The earth-shattering orgasm had only been enough to whet her appetite. She wanted more from him. She wanted everything from him.
Her arms came up of their volition to wrap around his neck, pulling him as close as he would allow. And at last, he had driven her to begging. “Please fuck me.”
“I don’t fuck Betas, desperate little darling.” He smiled against the fragile skin of her neck before nipping her gently with his teeth. “I’m afraid you’ve had all that you’re going to get.”
She moved wantonly against him, her mind no longer fully in control of her body. The evidence of his continued arousal pressed hard against her thigh. He hadn’t come yet, what was he waiting for? “But what about you…”
He was quick to chide her. “I am not your concern.”
Ianthe felt a keen sense of loss as he pulled away and rose to his feet. Fearful she had upset him, she scrambled up as well. “I’m sorry…”
“I’m quite pleased with you.” He regarded her for a long moment and then his eyes tracked down her naked form, making her shiver. “You’ve exceeded every expectation that I could have of a Beta.”
She knew making him happy should be the furthest thing from her mind but she couldn’t stop the little frisson of pleasure at his words. “Thank you, sir.”
“Your breasts will be sore for several days. You won’t be able to touch them without thinking of me.”
The back of his hand brushed the faint indent of his teeth on her breast. Her body responded with a shock of pain and an answering throb of desire. “Oh.”
A smug smiled tugged at the corner of his lips. “Dream of me.”
Chapter Ten
“I thought for sure you would fuck her.”
Legion glanced up to where his second-in-command stood in the open doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He returned his attention to the terminal on his desk where lines of code marched across the screen. “I don’t fuck Betas.”
“So you’ve said more times than I care to count. I thought you were insistent that this girl is not Beta.” Adrian entered the room and closed the door behind him. His expression remained inscrutable, but a trace of curiosity colored his voice. “Or have you changed your mind about that?”
“I haven’t changed my mind about anything and I‘m absolutely sure about the girl. However, I prefer to wait until the proof is irrefutable.” Legion touched a few buttons on the terminal before shutting down his feed. Certain things were meant for his eyes only, and that included his second. “She’ll have my knot in due time. You do understand the point of seduction, yes? The wait is part of what makes it worth it.”
Leather creaked from the gun holsters slung on both sides of his hips as Adrian shifted positions. The man carried his own weight in weapons, and that was when he remained in the relative safety of their compound. He carried a veritable armory otherwise. “You think you can make her come to you on her own?”
“Probably not. She’s spent too much time hiding for that. But the more she wants it, the easier it will be when I take her.”
“Take her? How barbaric.”
“Omegas have no rights. Even the strictest laws regarding personal freedoms are on my side. And if she were to be convicted of hiding her dynamic, I’m all that would stand between her and a lifetime in criminal detention.”
Adrian seemed unconvinced. “You almost marked her.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Legion scoffed, narrowing his gaze on the other man. Alphas were quick to anger, and he was absolutely no exception. “And how would you know about it?”
“I mean no disrespect.” Adrian lowered his head as he spoke, a sign of submission. “I watched the vids as the girl left. I assumed the marks on her body were made by you.”
Legion drummed his fingers against the desk, annoyance written into every feature of his face. He didn’t want the other man so much as thinking about the girl, much less inspecting her body. “Have you done what I asked?”
A smile without humor briefly crossed Adrian’s face. “The girl is exactly what the report says she is. She lives with an older sister and a younger brother in the slums, neither of them are able to work. The sister has a facial deformity, and the brother is still young enough to be in mandatory education. The parents are dead which is what forced them into the slums in the first place. Credits appear to be her primary motivator, for obvious reasons.”
A growl emanated from Legion’s curled lips, his patience nearing its end. “Do you have anything else to add or would you prefer to keep wasting my time by summarizing the government report?”
“I did find one thing that was very interesting.”
Legion glared at his second. “And what would that be?”
“The sister buys alterants in outrageous quantities, mostly hormone suppressants in whatever strength and amount that’s available.”
“What do you mean by outrageous?”
Adrian shrugged. “Approximately ten times a normal dose. More than any one Beta female, even two, would need. The question is why.”
“Do you believe that the sister is Omega, as well?”
“Doubtful, two in one family would be virtually unheard of. But perhaps she makes the purchases on her sister’s behalf. If it ever arouses suspicion, and she’s turned in to the guardians, it would be a simple thing to prove her dynamic and be released.”
Head cocked to the side, Legion regarded the other man with an air of deadly seriousness. “So how do we prove that my little Beta is lying?”
Face contemplative, Adrian described the plan that he had already set into motion. “Replacing the alterants with placebo would be the best option, but that would involve gaining control of too many sources to be workable. The sister buys product from nearly every shopkeeper in the lower levels. I’ve done my best to shut down as many sources down as I can, but it’s impossible to circumvent them all.”
Legion had enough experience to know that his second-in-command was already five steps ahead of everyone else. “So what did you do?”
Adrian smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Posed as a peddler in the slum markets and sold the sister false alterants. It‘s actually a potent fertility drug. It will stimulate a hormonal response instead of repressing it.”
“That won’t do much good if she’s taking hormonal suppressants from a dozen other sources.”
A sinister smile curved the lesser Alpha’s lips. “Which is why I had the lab create a purified form of the fertility drug that is significantly more potent than anything available on the market. Your girl must have had the first dose by now. If she’s capable of an estrous cycle, the medication that I supplied will ensure she enters it. And soon.”
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