Fated Mates: Paranormal Romance Series Starters Boxset

by Hariharan, Laxmi

  “Look at me,” I command.

  Her eyelids snap open. I hold her gaze.

  “What do you want?”

  Silence.

  Tears lighten her eyes and tremble at the corners. I should feel remorse but I don’t. All I feel is satisfaction that I moved her to this. Moved her to feel the kind of emotions I can’t.

  “Say it.” I lower my voice, soften it so it sounds like I am cajoling her.

  Why is it important that she tell me that?

  Why can’t I simply take her, show her that I am truly the monster everyone thinks I am? And yet somewhere deep inside, that last civilized part of me, the part that has seen my alpha father take my omega mother against her wishes, that part that had known it was wrong even then, resists.

  Even as every cell inside me pushes me to move, to take her, knot her, stake my claim on her.

  “It’s now or never, Omega.” I lean away from her and she reaches for me. Eyes half-dazed with desire, nostrils flaring, sweat shining on her skin.

  She juts out her chin, “Fuck me, now.”

  Before she has completed the sentence, I thrust into her slick, wet channel and break through the barrier.

  Her body bucks under me, and she flings her head back and screams.

  The keening sound shimmers over my skin, tugs at my nerve endings.

  The need in her voice is laced with a touch of desperation. Lust and fear roll off her in equal measure.

  I want to ram into her again and again, but I stay where I am and let her adjust to my size.

  My breath rasps out of me, and my heart hammers like I have been running for miles. I grit my teeth and stay unmoving, even as her moist pussy embraces my shaft.

  She’s so fucking tight and hot and wet.

  Her body writhes and shudders; her nails dig into my biceps, rake over my back. Pain shudders down my spine and twines with the sheer pleasure of being inside her

  I pull out again, all the way out.

  I angle her hips up for better access and plow into her slickness with such force that her body moves up the bed and the frame slams against the wall.

  Her body bucks, her hips wriggle under me, and her chest rises off the mattress.

  A shudder rips through her.

  A fresh spurt of moisture swirls out to greet my shaft.

  I slam in all the way to the hilt. My knot engorges and following instinct, I hook my shaft behind her pelvic bone. Mine. Only mine. A fierce need coils in my chest and I thrust forward locking in as deep as I can.

  Her pussy clamps around me, seducing me, giving me the pleasure of submission I so crave. Her spirit may deny it, but her body wants me, fucking needs me. Giving in, I let the hot streams of cum flood through her womb.

  My hips clench, my groin tightens, and I know I am not done. I will not be done, not until I truly claim her.

  Heat tugs at my nerve endings, the thought arousing me further. It shouldn’t be possible, and yet I grow more hard. My balls feel too heavy and seem to drag me down.

  Feeling my desire seems to affect her.

  Her eyelids flutter open. Her pupils are dilated. The black of her pupils has completely taken over her irises, except for the pale, emerald-green ring around them. She swallows, looking at me completely dazed.

  Fresh slick flows from inside her, tugging me, asking me to keep going.

  I lower my mouth to her throat and sink my teeth into that soft skin at the curve of where her neck meets her shoulder.

  12

  Lucy

  He bites the skin of my shoulder, and a flame of white heat arrows out to hurl through my veins, toward my chest. I scream out in pain even as a ball of heat throbs against my rib cage. I moan and thrash, but he doesn’t let go.

  The worst thing is that the pain clashes with my arousal and the mixture of the pain-pleasure only turns me on more. How is that possible?

  I shouldn’t be feeling the white-hot sting of arousal that guts me, that draws at a climax low in my belly.

  His bulbous knot is locked inside me, and more hot streams of cum sear my womb.

  I arch my legs up and hook them around him, digging my heels into his back. My spine curves off the bed; my chest thrusts out.

  He grips my breast and squeezes a nipple. Another spurt of pain jolts down my spine.

  Intense pleasure rolls over me, and the climax roars forward, then stops waiting for his touch, his hated…needed touch to make me come completely. “Please…” There’s that word again. Why am I asking my tormentor for something my mind insists I don’t want?

  For something, my body insists that only he can give me? Only he can break this tearing need inside me. At this moment I loathe myself. That I was born an omega when all my life, all I’ve ever wanted was to be able to take, to fight for myself, for my clan…my family. The thought cleaves through the haze of need that has blinded me. Any moment now I’ll tip over into the burning heart of the heat cycle and then I will no longer remember anything, not me, not him, not the goal I set out to achieve.

  I need to do this while he’s still inside me. While his knot pulses and my pussy clamps onto him and milks him. I need to do this if I want to see my fellow omegas go free.

  With a last burst of clarity, I yank my hand still shackled in his grasp.

  His grip loosens, and I slide my arm out.

  I fling it to the side and reach blindly for something, anything I can use as a weapon… There, my fingers brush the lampshade on the side table.

  I grab at it, but my sweaty fingers slide off it. I almost cry with frustration.

  His muscles go solid, and his forehead crinkles. The desire in those glowering eyes is joined with a tinge of something else. Caution? And I almost regret doing this, almost. For a second, all I can think is damn them all, damn the world that always demands more than I am ready to give, my clan who always turn to me for protection… For with this man, the roles have reversed.

  I can come into my omega self, I can allow myself to give up the part of me that caused so much strife and be what I am deep inside: a softer, more delicate, caring nurturer.

  As if in agreement, my core pulses more moisture.

  The heated walls of my womb clasp him hard, drawing out a fresh load of cum. The blue in his eyes recedes, and those eyes burn with a strange violet-tinged flame. It’s fascinating. And I want him to always look at me that way. Then he raises his head, and blood gushes from the wound in my throat. The beast marked me… The horror of it sinks in. He claimed me…why would he do that? He could have rutted me and broken my heat cycle, but he went further.

  His lips twist in a smirk.

  My blood drips down his lips, down his chin to merge with the scarlet of his that bubbles from the wound where I had bitten him first. The ball of heat in my chest pulses.

  I was wrong…we marked each other.

  We claimed each other.

  I am bonded to a stranger.

  To someone, I don’t know.

  To only the biggest monster of all the land.

  The one I came to kill, the one whose death will save my clan.

  I raise the lamp and bring it down on his head.

  13

  Zeus

  I sense her move, then the lamp smashes into the side of my head. Pain slices through my temples, and sparks of red flare behind my eyes. My hold on her loosens. But my knot inside her only strengthens. A fresh burst of desire slides into my blood, flowing all the way to the tip of my cock, engorging it further. Guess I should have told her that I have this propensity for violence… The harsher she is with me, the more it turns me on. I’ll leave that information out for now. Just to see how far she’ll go. How far can I hold out before my mind shuts down and the lust takes over? And what will that do to both of us?

  I lower my head and purr, a long, low, angry purr that rips out from inside and folds over her.

  Her gaze widens. The scent of her arousal intensifies. Her arm trembles and her grip on the lamp loosens.

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sp; I smash my head into the lamp and send it flying from her hands. It falls on the bed, then rolls to the floor and crashes. The sound doesn’t penetrate the haze of the heat cycle that has her in its grasp.

  Yanking her hand above her head, I wrap my fingers around both her delicate wrists. With my free hand, I reach down between us, scoop up some of our joined juices, my cum, her slick, a mixture that is pure aphrodisiac, and wipe her lips with it before shoving my finger inside her mouth.

  Her lips curve around it, and she sucks on it. The feel of her lips on my skin dumps a wave of adrenaline into my blood; mixed with it is this primal need to finish what I started.

  I move inside her, this time only with intent to punish. She mewls then cries out as I slam inside her all the way and let myself come again, coating her insides with hot, ropy streams of cum. Marking her inside and out.

  “Mine,” I growl.

  Her eyelids fly open. Dark, fevered eyes stare back at me. The black of her pupils have completely taken over the green—the sign of an omega having completely submitted to her heat cycle. She bares her teeth.

  I expect her to attack me again, or at the very least scream at me to get off of her, when, “More,” she snarls and digs her heels into my back.

  I freeze. Did I hear that correctly?

  Her eyes narrow, then she raises her hips so I slide deeper inside—the swollen head of my cock brushes against her cervix.

  She cries out, color draining from her cheeks. Her eyes plead with me. Her lips seduce me, and I can’t stop myself. I take her lips and close my mouth over hers, fucking her with my tongue as much as my erect shaft penetrates her the way neither has ever pierced anyone else before.

  The climax builds up from my groin, tightening, stretching, becoming big enough to overpower every part of me, plowing through me.

  Her body shudders, and her teeth bite down on my lips as she falls apart.

  I stay as I am, still half erect inside her.

  She cracks her eyelids open and peers up at me.

  I want to ask her why she tried to kill me—well, I know the answer why: she hates me. There’s not much she can do about it, though. I claimed her as mine; she is my mate.

  Her hips move of their own accord, her breath catches, and her lips turn downward. She rakes her nails down my biceps before clasping her fingers around my forearm.

  I lean in and blow over her flushed face.

  It’s hot inside this room. Not only is it the height of summer, but I’ve nailed tight all the windows. I don’t want the exterior of this city intruding and polluting the atmosphere inside.

  Sweat drips down my chest. A drop plops on her breast, then another. Her gaze veers to my chest, to where my shaft is still locked inside her.

  The sight arouses me again.

  I move against her, and she croaks, a harsh sound. Her eyes fly open, and her gaze locks with mine. The dark of her irises deepens.

  I am hurting her but also arousing her. And that pleases me immeasurably. The glow of satisfaction flushes my skin, and I don’t question it. It doesn’t matter to me that she gets as much pleasure from our coupling as I do. It doesn’t.

  I lean in and lick the bleeding wound on her shoulder.

  She shudders, and a moan of pleasure is drawn from her.

  I growl, a low, soothing purr, and her shoulders relax. Her thighs clench around my waist; the scent of slick deepens the air.

  I want to hear her voice calling my name as she comes once again, as she rides my cock and her core shatters around me.

  Still knotted inside her, I flip her over and above me.

  14

  Lucy

  He flips me over so I am straddling him.

  His knot is still heavy inside me, weighing me down, blocking all the cum that has streamed out of him.

  The thought only makes me hotter. Desire ripples down my spine.

  A low purr rumbles from his throat, stretching in the space between us. My stomach cramps, and I groan.

  Inside me he grows bigger, and his knot flexes. Every part of me aches, and yet there is still this hunger. An emptiness that seems to grow bigger by the second, filling me, making me feel like I am searching, yearning for something more.

  So much more. Of him. Of me. Of what he can do to me. Of what I want him to do to me. The force of my thoughts sends heat shooting through my blood. I bend down and hook my fingers in his hair, raking my nails down his scalp.

  His shoulders flex. Red streaks his cheekbones. He growls again, but this time it has a tone of challenge laced through it.

  His nostrils flare.

  His gaze narrows.

  He grips my waist and raises me, all the way up, until his shaft slips out and I stay poised right there with his knot blocking the entrance to my wet channel.

  The feel of that roughened, ribbed skin against my soft inner walls sends a pulse of heat scrambling over my skin.

  My toes curl; my thighs flex as I grip his waist. The feeling is so erotic, so much everything that starbursts of color flash behind my closed eyelids. I sway a little, and his grip firms on me.

  “Look at me,” he growls.

  The command in his voice cuts through the intense feelings that have me in thrall.

  I crack my eyelids open and meet his gaze—and hold on to that liquid blue in his eyes that seems to mirror back every last fragment of lust that I am feeling now.

  It’s as if he can read me, see through my soul, and I know I am being fanciful. Because he is an alpha who wants to show me that he is more superior, more dominant, yet my instinct says there is more, so much more to this man.

  Right?

  Wrong.

  Was that why he’d dragged me here to his room and proceeded to bury his cock in me? His very large, very beautiful cock which he lowers me on again so the knot locks into place, holding me to him.

  There’s a low keening cry, and I realize it’s me. I sound so aroused. So needy. Hungry for more. My chest pushes forward, my breasts thrusting out. I know my nipples are swollen, and my hair flows around me as I hold on to his forearms for balance.

  The alpha is so damn massive, and the way he raises and lowers me again and again… And I am small, of course, in comparison. Still, the fact that he handles my body like I weigh nothing is both erotic and at the same time it makes me realize how much more powerful, how dominant he is.

  A shudder of fear tugs at my nerves.

  The still barely thinking part of my hindbrain, the one I’ve relied on to flag danger in all the time I’d been on the run from my homeland, sends a pulse of warning that creeps into my blood. It shoves away the sheer need that grips my body, that has pushed away all rational thought so far.

  His hardness throbs inside me. Need radiates out from my core all the way to my toes.

  And it feels so damn good.

  I moan. Then shake my head, trying to clear it.

  As if realizing that I am fighting the high of mating, and not wanting me to regain my composure, as if his very goal is to enfold me in the waves of pleasure which seize me, which roll down my spine, and make me hunch my back to try to keep in every last drop of moisture that is oozing out of me, he slides an arm up my back and grips the nape of my neck.

  His touch sends a wave of intense desire surging through me. Sweat trickles down my throat, and my hair sticks to my forehead.

  “Stop torturing me.” I moan out the words, hear the pleading in them and refuse to let myself blush.

  I am too far gone down this maze of pleasure in which he has me trapped.

  My body is not my own anymore…it’s an instrument of desire that he can tweak and play and tune to his heart’s content.

  He tugs me close so I am balanced above him, my breasts swinging right in front of his face.

  “So fucking beautiful.” His gaze rakes over my features—my lips, down to my chest. “I am going to give you so much pleasure you are going to forget everything: where you came from, what brought you here, your past, your
present, everything except my name.”

  There’s an authority in his voice that insists I agree with him. That I submit to the strength of his personality and give him what he wants. And it is precisely that which makes me straighten my spine. “You can’t force me to do anything I don’t want.”

  His gaze narrows, then his lips peel back in a smirk…which is not really a sign of amusement. Nope. It’s a look so cruel, so full of the need to torment, so full of satisfaction that I blink. Not what I expected.

  I’d thought he’d rage at me, perhaps turn me on my back and fuck me again. Instead, he gentles his hold on my neck and drags his palm over my skin, up into my hair.

  His fingernails rake my scalp in a parody of what I’d done to him earlier. Goosebumps flare on my skin. The fine hairs on my forearms harden.

  The difference between the intent I read on his features and the way he tailors his touch to seduce me, is so contradictory, that my head spins. My belly tightens, and to my horror, a fresh burst of slick gushes out to bathe his already swollen cock.

  “You know exactly the right thing to do.” His voice is soft.

  His features compose into a look I cannot quite comprehend. His gaze is intense, brooding even, as if he’s only now noticed me properly, realized I am not a submissive omega…and that’s not what he wanted in the first place.

  The realization sinks in.

  This monster needs a challenge. He thrives on reaching for the unattainable. I’ve given him the perfect reason to redouble his efforts to mate me. To break me. He will not stop, not until he owns me completely, body and soul…not until he’s ingrained his essence in every cell of my body.

  The thought sends a wave of panic skittering over my skin.

  At the same time his sheer confidence in how he thrusts his hips up so his massive shaft penetrates me, spears me, until it feels like I am being broken in half, is so completely arousing.