Own to Obey

by Zoey Ellis

  As he held it there, he pushed her legs back until her hips tilted off the bed, and inched forward over her, fixing her heels on his shoulders so she was completely vulnerable and open.

  She tensed as he pressed into her. It felt as though she was being split open, even though she was dripping wet. The prickling pressure had her hissing and arching her back, but the shinno did not stop. His cock dug into her deeper and deeper until it completely filled her. She panted at the feeling of being so full, it was almost as though he reached her stomach, and it was an unpleasant, tight feeling that stung her on the inside.

  She gripped his arm, suddenly unsure if she wanted him to keep it inside her, even though every instinct told her she did. But when she looked up at him, his eyes told her, without any doubt, he was taking what he wanted. She wouldn’t be able to stop him even if she tried, and the thought of that, the thought of him being so wild and out of control, made her clench around him, causing her to suck in a breath at the biting pain.

  Then he started moving. He slid his cock out and then thrust back in, causing her to cry out as a mixture of pleasure and pain coiled inside her. Then he did it again, and again—sliding out slightly and then thrusting back in, each time jolting her the way he did the first time his cock was inside her, but this time the feeling was so different. With her legs spread and her hips tilted, it felt so nasty and delicious; this enormous cock invading the deep muscles within, forcing her to take him, then withdrawing, and then forcing her open again. The depth he reached and the stretch he caused made her breathless—nothing had ever felt so good—and the potent scent of them both drifted around them, cocooning her and making her heady with need, desire, and pleasure.

  She moaned as he increased his speed, the friction raw and brutal. He took her right foot and began to suck her toes as he increased his rhythm, the succulent sounds of her slick easing his rough claiming filled the room.

  Shaya was in utter ecstasy. With every thrust, every pump, she gasped, shocked at how incredible it felt, at the feel of his cock deep within her, hungry and savage, invading her and causing a sensual, carnal madness that took her body hostage, lifting her to a blinding extreme she never thought possible. Now she knew why they called it fucking—it was the only word that applied to this feral fierceness, this violence, this rawness. When his hand grasped her breast, his thumbs rubbing on the nipple, she couldn't help but scream as her orgasm, rampant and glorious, seared through every part of her.

  As the strength of her orgasm faded, he pushed both of her legs to one side, and fucked her roughly as he grunted, squeezing and pinching her ass as his hips brutally battered her. The sloshing wetness of her pussy was all she could hear under his gritty exhales, and each blunt slam reignited the fading sparks of her orgasm.

  Then he came, slamming hard and erratically until the last one stretched her wide, locking them together.

  She blinked at him lazily as he stared down at her, his eyes still fierce. He was still glowing that strange but beautiful gold, and she clenched down on him, hoping his seed would not escape.

  Kardos groaned at the feel of her, and lifted her leg back over to the other side of him so he could lower his body onto her.

  His massive weight pressed her into the bed, but she welcomed the feeling, secure and content, with him on top of her and inside her in a way that felt right.

  As she snuggled into him, sighing at how perfect this felt, even more so than when he held her in his arms, something niggled at her.

  Something wasn’t normal… She couldn’t quite place what it was but didn’t have the energy to think about it in her drowsed and sated state.

  When the Alpha began to purr, the deep rumble sending prickles of satisfaction over her skin, she gasped in delight, smiled and hummed, all thought flying out of her head.

  An instinct more urgent was telling her that she just needed to be in this position with her Alpha. So she let herself be content.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  KARDOS

  By the time Shaya's Haze faded, Kardos had taken her in every way he wanted; on her back, against the wall, with her head pressed into the bed and her ass high, on her side, underneath her, and even standing, with her facing away from him, and her arms reaching backward wrapped around his neck.

  He knotted her whenever he could; the large bulb at the base of his cock, his knot, felt so incredible enclosed around her tight pussy, locking them together so his seed didn’t escape. But he also had the insatiable need to mark her beautiful skin with his seed, especially around her neck. So he did.

  By the end of the night, she was sweaty, slimy with his seed, and exhausted from the strength of her orgasms. Kardos had never been more satisfied with a mating. As usual, she had been perfect in every way and had no doubt made up for her transgressions the night before.

  He sighed as the memories of the previous night came back to him. He had behaved badly, even for a tribe leader. He knew that many of his tribe would want an explanation, and he couldn't go too long without giving it to them. All tribes required a certain level of respect between its members, no matter their age, and no matter their role. Each person fulfilled the role that they were most suited for to the best of their ability, and each provided something unique in order for the tribe to thrive. Just because he was a shinno and tribe leader did not give him license to behave in the ways he did last night. He had to take responsibility for that. Otherwise the tribe would descend into something less than what it was, something similar to what the other tribes were. Tribe Nyek did not become the best by condoning and accepting the kind of behavior he exhibited last night.

  Shaya mumbled in her sleep and he pressed her closer to him, securing her against his body. Her Haze had been incredible. Her scent had developed to a degree that made him mad with desire. It was almost all he could do to take it slow, remembering that he had to make sure she felt good on his cock. And that was the second indication that the potion had not completely disabled her block. The first indication was the fact that although her eyes had turned golden—the infamous golden sight an Omega developed in her Haze—they had not been fully gold. Hers had been more of a tinge to her beautiful brown than completely gold as it was supposed to be. He hoped that it meant she would not be pregnant from him knotting her so many times. He shouldn't have done it, but he had been unable to control the urge; it didn't even factor into his thoughts, and that was highly unusual. He would have to speak to Rozalia about it, no doubt after she berated him for his behavior last night.

  Shaya stirred—the heat of his body seeming to disturb her sleep. She pushed against him, but he held her fast, nuzzling his face into the top of her head and into her soft hair. He didn't even want to think about the fact that they would be arriving on his Land soon and that everything would change. He still had nearly two weeks and he would use them to the best of his advantage.

  When she finally awoke he took her three more times, spurting around her neck and on her breasts, and then knotting her yet again. Even though she was out of her Haze, she was still as responsive, and he found that he was as desperate for her the way he had been in his rut.

  When he left the room, he told her in Mayaros that she must not leave, and although she may not have understood the words, she knew the meaning. She promised him vehemently that she would not be leaving the room until he returned.

  The first stop he made was to Rozalia, who simply stood in the middle of her cabin and glared at him.

  “It was out of my control,” he mumbled.

  “That is the best you can do?” Rozalia said, her hands on her hips, her face contorted in both a scowl and a frown.

  “I apologize,” Kardos said dipping his head.

  She stood glaring at him for a long moment, and then dropped her hands. “I hope you realize what your actions last night meant.”

  Kardos nodded. “I will speak to the tribe today.”

  “And the Omega? How is she? Did she survive your anger last night?” Each w
ord was spat out in annoyance.

  Kardos sighed. Rozalia usually forgave his temper, for it was so rare for him to display it in such a raw and heightened way, but it was clear that this situation would not be easily forgotten. “She is well,” he said. “She is resting in my cabin.”

  Rozalia nodded. “Did the potion work?”

  “It did. Although her eyes did not turn fully golden, so I assume it didn't work all the way.”

  Rozalia pursed her lips thoughtfully. “It could potentially be that the potion thinned the blocks, dulling their effects. What was she like this morning?”

  “Much the same, although her scent isn’t as strong.”

  Rozalia nodded. “And what did you hope to achieve by doing that?”

  Kardos frowned. “What do you mean? I told you the reason why I wanted the potion.”

  “And was it worth it?” she asked. “Was it worth mating an Omega that you will never have?”

  Kardos bristled. “What is the purpose of that question?”

  “You were wild last night, Kardos,” Rozalia said sharply. “Wild. It was almost as though you had already entered a rut, and she hadn't even taken any potion yet. You behaved as though she was your Omega, like she belongs to you and no one else was to touch or even look upon her. It is completely against all behaviors that you have displayed before. You share women as though you are sharing meals. And yet this one, the one you cannot have, you are ready to tear the whole ship down for,” she said, continuing to glare at him. “I ask you, was it worth it?”

  Kardos clenched his teeth. He couldn't deny that every word she said was correct, but he hadn't been able to help it, surely she should realize that. And yes, Shaya was fucking worth it. “If I seemed like I was in a rut,” he began evenly, “then why do you believe I was able to help it? Do you think I was just putting it on for the sake of a little drama for the ship? Do you think I would risk losing the favor of my tribe? It could not be helped.”

  “And that is the most worrisome part of it,” Rozalia said, lifting a finger. “How do you hope to give her up, if you cannot even control the idea that another may want her, that another may touch her?”

  “I will abide by whatever the high chief decides,” Kardos returned, stiffly. “I will have to.”

  Rozalia shook her head and turned away grumbling. He thought he heard the words “idiot Alpha” among her mumbling but decided to ignore it. Maybe she was right. Maybe he wasn't facing the fact that Shaya wouldn't be his; the needs of the Isles were more important than the needs of one sole Alpha. But even as the thought ran through his mind, an uncomfortable sharpness twisted in his chest. The idea of another man touching Shaya, pleasuring her, having her at his mercy, did not sit well with him at all. He felt sure that those feelings would fade once he was in front of the high chief, once he was blessed by Az Eshra for bringing such a rare beauty to the people of the Southern Isles. Once he was able to reach the heights that he was supposed to always reach, he would accept it was the right thing to do.

  “When do you plan to tell the rest of the tribe?” Rozalia asked.

  “I will ask Zolt to set it up for midday,” Kardos said. “I will address them in the hall.”

  “And how will you justify not telling them before?”

  “I do not have to justify it,” he snapped, tired of this line of questioning from both her and Zolt. “She is an Omega, not some common tribe daughter. I chose to do what I thought best, and that has kept her safe as far as I'm concerned.”

  Rozalia’s nostrils flared, but he didn't wait to hear anything more she had to say.

  “Will you be at the announcement?” he asked.

  “No, the bondmaids will be taking the final sequences of their potions around midday,” she said. “But I know it will go well. The tribe loves you too much for you to lose favor simply for one misguided night. I believe that if anyone can explain their actions, and apologize without actually apologizing, it is you,” she added dryly.

  “Are you saying that I did not apologize to you?” he demanded.

  “I am saying you won’t apologize to the tribe,” she pointed out. “I know you won’t.”

  “I will explain my actions,” he confirmed.

  Rozalia sighed, turning to her potion-mixing desk. “Exactly. I'm sure the tribe won't even realize it, you do it so well.”

  Kardos knew she was mocking him, but since she was still prickly about his behavior, he let it slide. Rozalia had been with his tribe since before he was born. She had seen many things and was knowledgeable about everything—she was the only person who truly understood him sometimes, and because of that she got away with a lot. And in this case, it was he who had made the mistake.

  “If she did not go to her Haze fully,” he began, “does that mean she will not get pregnant from knotting?”

  “You knotted!” Rozalia exclaimed, spinning round to him, her face full of surprise. “You knotted her?”

  Kardos frowned, confused by her surprise. “Of course. She was in her Haze, no matter how mild, and I was in a rut. I knotted her. Multiple times.”

  “Oh,” she said, her surprise fading quickly. When she noticed the strange look Kardos was giving her, she lifted her shoulders. “Knotting is so rare, I forgot that it would be something that was bound to happen between the two of you.”

  Kardos nodded in agreement. He hadn't even factored it in until it happened. Usually, Alphas did not give their seed to a woman unless he intended to breed her, and knotting did not happen with a Beta unless she was on a Haze recreator. Even then, only some Alphas knotted. No one knew the reason for the difference between Alphas who knotted and the ones who didn’t. Some said it was because of the potions used, some said it was the purity of the Alpha’s blood, while others claimed it was the woman. Regardless, Kardos had never knotted anyone before, and to feel Shaya around him so tightly, so securely, it had been a thrill and satisfaction that had no comparison. Shaya squeezed around not just his knot, but her muscles clenched along his cock relentlessly, encouraging him to give her every last fucking drop and he thoroughly enjoyed being locked to her gorgeous body for as long as possible. It made his orgasm last longer and more than once he found himself passionately hoping his seed would be successful in her womb. But he wasn’t saying that to Rozalia.

  “You should have avoided it,” Rozalia was saying. “You know that we have strict rules around prevention of pregnancy.”

  “I was in a rut, Roza,” Kardos pointed out. “It was almost impossible to stop myself from doing it. I never even realized it was coming.”

  “But that is irresponsible, my shinno,” she shot back. “You knew that you wanted to interfere with her blocks, you should have prepared for the eventuality that you would be affected by that.”

  “Maybe so,” Kardos said tightly. “But nothing can be done about that now.

  Rozalia sighed. “True. It is lucky that I included contraception in the potion.”

  Kardos blinked in surprise. “You did?”

  “I am not just a pretty face,” she said solemnly. “Though it is a big part of my skills.”

  Kardos exhaled, partly in relief and partly from disappointment. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “These are the reasons why you are the best in the Southern Isles “

  “No, it's not,” she retorted. “I just told you, it’s my pretty face.” She lifted a brow. “I used to have Alphas tearing down ships for me too, you know. They’d make you look as though you weren’t even trying.”

  Kardos shot her a disapproving look and tried not to chuckle as he headed to the door, shaking his head as the cabin filled with her laughter.

  ***

  “I know some of you are wondering about my behavior last night,” Kardos called out into the main hall. He stood in the center, his tribe standing all around him, filling out the hall to the brim with every member who was on board the ship. Although most looked at him with utter trust and devotion, some of the gazes were questioning, and he did not like tha
t look.

  “I ask you to bear with me while I explain,” he said, turning so his words could reach those in all sides of the hall. “When we were in the Western Lands, we accepted King Malloron into our tribe. We had a ceremony for him and accepted him as a brother.”

  Many of the heads around him nodded in recollection

  “I made a negotiation with him to give me an Omega.”

  It seemed as though the entire hall took a collective breath in. The tribesmen and women glanced at each other, disbelief and excitement on their faces.

  “How did you know he could give you an Omega?” a tribesman asked.

  “Because he had one,” Kardos said. “It was one of the many reasons that he was unable to tend to us during our visit. Furthermore, the rumor of Omegas returning to the Eastern Lands seems to have some truth to it.”

  “So did you get one?” a tribeswoman asked, her voice hushed.

  The silence in the hall was so complete that the roaring whipping wind and rain outside the ship could be heard.

  “Yes.”

  The hall erupted into chatter and noise, smiles and laughter and a few cheers rising.

  “Where is she? When can we meet her?” another tribeswoman asked, grinning so hard she looked almost giddy.

  “Some of you already met her last night,” Kardos said ruefully.

  Gasps and shouts of shock burst around him followed by laughter, and Kardos was glad to see the look of understanding in the eyes around him. But, as expected, some still had questions.

  “My shinno, you did not tell us that you had obtained an Omega,” one tribesman countered from further back on the left. “You are not known for keeping information from us. It is cause for concern for me. Will this be something you will do from now on?”