Fated Mates: Paranormal Romance Series Starters Boxset

by Hariharan, Laxmi

  It feels like his very essence is reaching out to me, trying to overwhelm me, subsume me, and that’s when the panic sets in.

  I bite down on my lower lip.

  Pain cleaves through the desire in my head. I bite the inside of my cheek, “Let me go.”

  One side of his lips curls and he takes his hands off of me, holding his arms up in front of me. In this moment I hate him more than anyone else I have ever hated before in my life.

  He’s doing this to prove a point. To show me that I am here of my own volition. That I don’t have a choice but to be here impaled on his shaft. I push down on his chest, and the feel of those hard planes under my palms is so erotic, I don’t realize I am sliding my palms in circles, cupping his skin, not until his gaze drops down to my hands, then back to my face.

  “What have you decided, Omega?”

  His voice is soft, confident.

  His gaze holds mine steady.

  Those irises of his are almost colorless. Gone is the passion that lurked in them earlier. Now they are considering, watching, stalking me. Waiting for me to move. He knows what I am going to decide, and I am helpless, caught in this trap he’s woven around me.

  Inside me, his shaft pulses. I gasp. My pussy clenches around the hard flesh. I squeeze my eyes shut to better absorb each ripple of desire that floods over my skin.

  He’s letting me go; he’s giving me the perfect opportunity to tear myself off of him and stagger out. I push down with my knees into the mattress to do just that. But my body has other plans.

  A tremor of heat flushes my skin; sweat breaks out on my brow and beads my upper lip. A spasm unfurls in my center and throbs out, asking, begging, needing this alpha to break my heat cycle.

  I’ve only heard from the other omegas how agonizing it can be to see this through on your own. For during this very delicate time, your body is ready to receive, ready for the seed of an alpha to take root. Ready to be fucked and knotted, for that clawing, aching hollow inside to be filled with the engorged flesh. That shuddering, rasping friction that only comes with the thick, swollen alpha’s member inside you, slamming through you, piercing you…as he is. Now.

  “I hate you.” The words sigh out of me, even as I slide up until my soft core catches on his bulbous knot, drawing a keening cry of delight from me. “Hate.” I pant and lower myself around the knot. “You.” The breath whistles out of me. The pleasure is so intense, I cannot stop myself from gripping his hair with renewed ferocity, holding on to him, pulling at the tufts, knowing I must be hurting him…and he deserves it. He deserves every last fraction of the pain that I am causing him, for not even that will make up for the anguish he’s putting me through right now.

  “You think you hate me.” He slides one hand up my side to cup my breast, then positions the swollen flesh over his mouth. “But by the time I am done with you, you will no longer think so. No longer will you have the capacity to deny me…or yourself. For I intend to give you so much pleasure…so much pain, that it will wipe out everything that came before.”

  He closes his mouth around my swollen nipple and bites down. Not with so much force to hurt…and yet the surge of vibrations that rips through me, heads straight for my core, lighting up all my pleasure centers. All my nerve endings seem to fire at once. The sensations arrow down to collect right there around my already engorged clit. It’s too much. Too soon. Yet not enough. I pant and strain against him. Needing, wanting, what? What do I want?

  He lowers his head, and his gaze locks on me. He waits, every part of his body tense, his muscles shuddering, watching me, stalking me, holding out for something more from me. I swallow and wait. Wait. My chest heaves and sweat beads my forehead.

  He slides his palm between our bodies and grinds the heel against my clit. Red and white sparks flash behind my eyes and I cry out. My hips jerk, slick gushes from my channel, and my inner muscles clamp down on his throbbing dick.

  His eyes flare and his shaft thickens even more inside of me, the knot widening until it seems to fill me completely. With a harsh growl he lunges forward, going impossibly deep inside of me. My body bucks; every muscle in my pussy quivers. The climax rips up from my toes and then sweeps up my thighs, arches my spine, bouncing over my skin, vibrating up my throat, and I scream as I come.

  He peels back his lips, and with a last thrust, locks into place behind my pelvic bone. His muscles ripple and with a triumphant roar he shoots hot jets of cum into my womb.

  My eardrums pop, and then there is complete silence.

  A velvety white, so soothing that I know it cannot possibly be real, flows over me, cocooning me, and I let it drag me down.

  15

  Zeus

  Her body goes limp, and she falls over.

  I guide her down to lay on me. Her shoulders twitch, and then her muscles relax as sleep takes over.

  Sprawled across my chest, her head fits under my chin. Her breathing is deep, like one who has been spent.

  It satisfies me to know that my omega is content, for now.

  There are things I want to do to her which I’ve never wanted to do to anyone else, and that in itself is a shock.

  Since she’d walked into my space and I had taken a whiff of her scent, I’d known she was mine.

  Call it primitive, but it is the wont of the alpha to dominate, and any omega chosen by me had better be grateful I am going to see her through her heat cycle.

  I tighten my arms around her, and she moans. It’s such an inherently feminine sound, so completely contradictory to everything I am, that I harden again.

  She burrows in deeper, and warmth floods my chest.

  I unhook one arm from around her. Reaching up I brush my fingers over her mark at the side of my throat.

  No one has done that before.

  Not even the more uncontrollable alpha females who I have on occasion taken to bed. And only for the satisfaction of bending them to my will before allowing them to find release. As for the omegas? Most had been too tame, too ready to spread their legs so I could rut them to release.

  This wildling is unlike any female I’ve met. She’d gone straight for the jugular, literally speaking. And it doesn’t bother me as much as it should. And it should really. It should worry me very much that this little slip of a not-very-submissive omega swept in and seduced me with her cunt, her heat, her scent. She could distract me from the plans I’d worked on for so long. A skitter of apprehension tugs my nerves.

  I am so close to taking over the Scots and becoming far more powerful than Golan ever was. Nothing and no one can sway me from my goal. She’s a pleasant distraction, no more. My very own plaything, who will do as I bid her. I’ll seduce her, make her so hungry for my touch, for every shred of my affection, that she’ll beg me for satisfaction.

  I will shield her from the world, and in return, she’ll provide me with many moments of pleasure. She’s a means to forget where I came from, a relief from the responsibilities that lie in store for me, for even the alpha at the top of the food chain, aka me, needs an omega to satisfy him.

  While she marked me first, it is the alpha’s claim that matters. I forged the mating bond with her and took her as my mate. And she’d better be grateful for that.

  I rub my cheek against her hair. “Wake up, sweetheart, your true mate is here.”

  16

  Lucy

  His voice whispers in my ear. Seductive, beautiful, it shivers over my nerve endings. The heat of his body cocoons me. I feel safe and secure. And that can’t be right. A flicker, a hum of contentment rolls out of me. I rub my cheek against the hard, unforgiving planes of his chest. He curves his body around me, and it feels so right.

  Is this what it feels like to be home? But I don’t have a home. Not since my country was invaded, and my father made a deal with the Vikings—virgin omegas for the life of his people.

  I’d managed to escape with as many of the omega women as I could save.

  We’d stowed away on a ship to Scotland, and th
e leader of the Scots had agreed to protect us. On one condition. I had to comply with his plan of sneaking into the General’s stronghold and killing him.

  I had failed in my mission.

  Now I was going to meet the fate of almost every omega captured by an alpha. I was going to be mated and I am sure, eventually, bred. Only omegas can give birth. In these times of declining population, it should have been a blessing to be born one. Why, then, has it always felt like a curse?

  He yanks my hair back, and heat prickles over my scalp. It doesn't hurt not exactly…more of that pleasure-pain I am coming to associate with him.

  I moan and force my eyes open, knowing already what I am going to see. That I am trapped, under the watchful gaze of my mate.

  My monster.

  Chills rack my body, immediately chased by heat. It rises from my belly, bubbling up to the cord that is curled against my breast bone. The heavy coil that binds me to him.

  A hum of betrayal tightens my chest.

  He is the strongest alpha in the land, yet he’s also the General, the ruler of this country.

  Will he listen to me if I explain why I broke into his stronghold?

  As if sensing my emotions and realizing that my rational self is asserting itself despite the heat cycle in which I am still trapped, he flips me over. I am on my back, and his big hulking figure is bent over me. He’s all around me, and I should feel what? Threatened? Afraid? But I am not. And that scares me further.

  It also arouses me.

  All other thought spills from my head. I cannot think about the world outside, about the other omegas who wait for news from me.

  “Do it,” I narrow my eyes.

  His arousal throbs.

  His lips curl in a smirk, then he pulls out of me. The knot has lessened and he slips out with very little pain. Had he waited until now so he didn’t hurt me? If so, why didn’t he let go of me earlier? Why has he held me on his chest, his fingers running over the back of my hair, my spine? Goosebumps flare on my skin. Had he taken care of me? No, I don’t want that. I want him to be exactly what the role demands of him. An alpha. Who takes and rapes and pillages?

  He didn’t rape me, though, did he?

  He’d waited and seduced until I’d asked him to fuck me.

  My face heats at the memory.

  I hadn’t wanted him, and yet my body had given in and been a willing participant in how he’d taken me.

  My shoulders tense at the thought, and a whimper of protest coils up my throat. I don’t stop it; I couldn’t if I wanted to. Without him inside me, that emptiness crawls in on itself. It aches. I ache.

  Every part of my skin feels like it is being stretched.

  Heat flushes my skin. Sweat drenches my back. My lips are dry, so dry. And yet between my legs a fresh dose of slick trickles down.

  His nostrils flare, and a low purr grumbles up his massive chest. It only sinks into my skin, rolls over that damned throbbing in my chest, and twines with it.

  It hurts me and yet it also feels right.

  It doesn’t make any sense.

  Nothing makes sense. Except the animal on top of me, who’d rutted me not a few minutes ago. Of whom I want more.

  I raise my chin and lick my lips. My hips arch of their own accord so my melting core brushes against his already hardening cock.

  His gaze narrows; silver sparks flare in those blue eyes. His lips pull back in a snarl. And I am almost relieved. This I know, this creature born of need, of hunger, trying to fulfill the most basic of desires, hunger, sex, thirst…these urges I can manage. I don’t want to think beyond that, not now.

  He slides down my body, and as if knowing exactly what I had thought, what I had wanted, he grabs my thighs and shoves them apart. Sliding his big palm under my hips, he holds me up and fits his lips to my core.

  My eyes roll back, and my mouth opens in a silent scream, only his hand glides up, and he shoves his thumb between my lips. I don’t question it. I bite down around his digit, to anchor myself.

  His tongue is inside my pussy, licking me, sucking me. A growl rumbles up from him and draws forth a fresh stream of slick. He licks it up, swallows it, then comes back for more.

  He fastens his teeth around the bud of my clit, and stars explode behind my closed eyelids.

  He still doesn’t let me go.

  My fingers are wrapped in his hair, trying to pull him away, trying to hold him close.

  My thighs are wound around his head, and I am half off the mattress, and all I can think is: fuck, more. I want more.

  Then he drags his other thumb down my butt and toward the puckered hole between my ass cheeks. I freeze. My eyes fly open. But he’s a step ahead of me. His finger slips into my wet, streaming channel, scoops up my slick, and spreads it around my back hole.

  He traces the puckered ring of the hole, and a shiver runs up my spine.

  He thrusts his tongue into my pussy, then with the heel of his hand he rubs my clit.

  His finger slips into the hole.

  The combination of his tongue inside me, his thumb in my mouth, and the finger in my back hole is too much.

  The climax crashes over me. I scream and bite down on his thumb; my back arches up and off the bed. Before I can collapse, he flips me, yanks up my hips, and enters my wet channel from behind.

  17

  Zeus

  I’d meant to take her, put her in her place, show her that she is an omega who has to submit to me. I’d meant to be harsh, not caring for her needs. And I wasn’t. I was only satisfying myself. If, during that time, I also gave her pleasure, well, what is the harm in that?

  As it is, I can’t get enough of her body, her soft skin, her warm, tight pussy that clasps around me.

  The still rational part of my brain twinges, and I push it away.

  I shove aside all thought, everything except for the desire that tightens my groin. The blood that rushes to my shaft, thickening its head so it flares up and knots into place. I am going to make sure that none of my fluid slips out. Make sure every part of my hardness is sheathed inside her. Under me, she thrashes her head from side to side. Her back arches off the bed and slams into me. Her arms push down on the mattress, shoving the curve of her spine into my chest.

  I am bent over her, covering her with my much bigger self, protecting her… I clamp down on that emotion. Nothing, I am allowed to feel nothing for her, remember?

  Nothing except this greedy need to take…to give, to bring her to climax again and again, to make her take every last bit of my cum as I gush into her, jetting the very essence of what I am right inside her, hitting her womb.

  I cry out, and then for a second time, I bite down on her shoulder, right over where I’d marked her the first time. This time it’s a true mating, one in the heat of passion, one without any ulterior motive, one meant to solidify my claim on her. She throws her head back and screams, and the sound bounces around the room and slams over me, and it feels right. I taste her blood and draw back, licking the puncture marks, trying to soothe her, to deaden some of the pain. I shouldn’t be doing it, but I can’t help myself anymore.

  Everything in my past has already vanished. All I am is an alpha, and she is my omega.

  My mate.

  That’s all that matters.

  I lower her, even as I turn her on her side and keep her wrapped in my arms. I purr, letting the vibrations of my chest resonate against her back. She moans in her throat, rubs her cheek where it is pillowed on my biceps. I let her draw comfort from me.

  I want to deny it.

  I should deny it.

  But I can’t. And I am too content, too replete to not give in to the need to comfort her either.

  I wrap my other arm around her waist and draw her close. I’m flaccid now, the knot having diminished in size so that I can pull out of her, but I don’t. I stay right there. After all, she is mine, isn’t she?

  Over the next two days I manage to persuade her to eat at regular intervals. It’s not altrui
stic of me to do so, nor is it that I am worried about her in any way. Nope, it’s purely selfish, honest. I want to keep her energy up, so she can be an active participant in our mating. I need her to be conscious, to feel every ridge of my engorged dick when I bury myself balls deep in her; as I bring her to climax and knot her over and over again. And the feral thing that she is, she takes from me, matches me move for move, until finally sated and stripped of all defense, she curls up at my side and falls into exhausted slumber.

  I throw my thigh over her hip to hold her captive, then close my eyes.

  A loud banging echoes through the room. I grab my omega and pull her close, wanting to shield her from whoever is behind the door.

  “Who the fuck is there?” I crack my eyelids open.

  Her body shudders in my arms. Her gaze is bewildered, her lips swollen, the claiming mark at the base of her neck still bleeding. Every part of her has been marked, ravaged, taken. She is caked in my cum, and it’s so glorious. I don’t stop myself from throwing back my head and shouting my exultation. That pure animal feeling of satisfaction that comes from having rutted so thoroughly.

  When I look down, I expect to see her cowering against the pillows, perhaps curled up and crying. Instead, she’s watching me with an intent gaze as if she’s trying to understand what I am feeling right now.

  It feels so right…that I know it’s wrong.

  There’s another loud knocking on the door.

  “I don’t mean to coitus interruptus,” Ethan’s voice filters through, “but you’d never forgive me if I didn’t remind you about the meeting of the Council that you called for to discuss the situation with the Scots?”

  Right. Meeting. About the Scots. I should have pushed it back, but I hadn’t been in my right mind when I’d barged in here with the omega. I’d expected to have stayed for a few hours… normally that’s all it’s taken for me to have broken an omega’s heat cycle in the past.