by V T Bonds
Stars of pleasure burst behind my eyes.
An orgasm begins, and I watch enraptured as the wave of release pumps out of me.
Watching it disappear into her petite mouth makes my fangs long to release their venom into her veins.
Her receptiveness makes pride grow behind my sternum.
As she rapidly swallows another massive dose of my release, her skin gains a purple sheen.
From her deepest layer of dermis, a glow equal to mine shines through.
Perfection.
She is absolute perfection.
After swallowing so much of my seed, most of my partners either pass out or throw up.
Not her.
She was meant for my cum.
Her body absorbs it with greed, loving every drop of my essence.
The sight shakes me.
My instincts knew she was mine, and while I did not doubt it, seeing her skin morph to mimic mine breaks any notion of denial I may have had.
The sight is beautiful. She’s beautiful.
I stroke her cheek with a finger, delighted by the softness of her skin, but sigh when a tone blips through the hall.
When I yank her hair, she resists moving off my cock.
Her strength is no match for mine.
Manhandling her off my shaft proves satisfying—my soul soaks up her struggles like a starving man inhaling food.
I grab her bound wrists and loop them over her head, momentarily letting go of her hair and forcing her hands to her nape. Sinking my fingers back into her hair feels like coming home.
Her locks make the perfect handhold.
I lean her backward and stoop down, licking the floor under her until not a drop of her slick remains.
With the front of my pants ruined, I don’t bother to adjust myself. Turning and walking through the open vestibule, I force her to keep up with my gait by guiding her along with my hand in her hair.
Her breasts bounce against the top of the corset, the upper edge of the cups thrusting her glorious mounds upward. Pink marks mar her exposed flesh, proof of my lash, hands, and fangs. Mingled with the violet glow caused by my release, she presents the most alluring and magnificent sight.
I increase my pace, eager to make it to my den, patting her rump to help her find her balance when she loses her footing.
The sooner I can knot and mark her, the better.
Chapter Twelve
Omega
Our short walk down the corridor does nothing to dampen my desire.
Each step means the slick dripping down my legs gets closer to reaching the floor.
He tugs me along, promising to dominate and possess me, making my insides melt and throb in need.
He mashes a pad on the wall and the door to his chambers slides open. Thrusting his arm forward, he forces me into his dark den.
Not knowing what lies within, I balk and try to dig in my heels, but the smooth floor offers no traction.
A soft chime sounds from somewhere above me and the walls light, giving off a dim glow.
Without giving me time to peruse the room, he shoves me farther in, releasing me so suddenly I feel hollow at the loss of his touch.
Losing his grip throws me off-kilter, and I squeak as he pushes me over with a rough slap on my ass.
The shocking pain snaps my reflexes to life, but even with my training, I almost don’t have time to bring my hands down to catch myself.
I land on a plush surface, blinking in relief when I don’t collide with the hard floor.
My bound hands sink into the bedding, releasing the scents lingering in the fabric, and I gulp down his heady Alpha pheromones as my heart pounds with adrenaline.
The pain of his handprint spears into me, and sensing his huge frame lurking behind me, my fight-or-flight response takes over.
Even with my breasts sore from his ministrations and my core throbbing in demand, I scramble across the bed.
His thick fingers engulf my ankle, and before I gather a proper response, my training sends a well-practiced, high-impact kick to his wrist.
My heel connects with his joint, and a surprising bellow of shocked pain fills the room as he loses his hold on me.
The fast movements cause a sluggish blur at the edges of my vision, and I struggle to crawl across the pillows.
Since his bed consists of a mattress dropped lower than the floor and a humongous mound of pillows and blankets, I can’t find anything sturdy in his pit of softness.
As my fingertips brush the floor on the other side of his bed, his massive paw clenches around the back of my thigh and yanks me backward.
Pain blooms under his brutal grip, clearing my panic away and morphing into a surreal pleasure as his vibration spears into my core.
As he drags me toward him, my exposed breasts spark with renewed sensitivity—the soft fabric rubs against my abused flesh and electrifies my senses.
Lust pours into me as he finishes hauling me to him, giving him the upper hand in more ways than I care to count. He releases the back of my thigh and surrounds my hips with his enormous hands, jerking my waist up away from the softness of the bed. His hard cock rubs against my skirt-covered pussy.
The barrier insults and angers me.
Intense heat grips my organs, demanding he sate my arousal in the most thrilling way an Alpha can—fast, rough, and from behind.
Mock fighting his hold, I wriggle, igniting a terribly delicious friction between us.
Gathering my elbows under my shoulders, I wish I could gain a smithereen of control by reaching back and exploring him with my hands.
Not only would it tease him and hasten his claiming of me, but it would also soothe the longing in my soul.
Opening my eyes, I blink in surprise.
I’m glowing.
Purple radiates from my arms.
My nailbeds give off a darker sheen, but there’s no denying the violet aura.
I match him.
My Alpha.
The male dallying behind me instead of surging into my needy core.
As wet and eager as I am, when he grinds his massive girth against me, I whimper.
“Naughty girls don’t get rewards,” he snarls.
My right ass cheek lights up in pain and the distinct shape of his handprint heats my skin. The agony seeps into my bones, but freakishly violent arousal steals my common sense.
“More. Please.”
The words slip from my lips, and a moment of mortification freezes me until he responds.
“Fuck, your ass is perfect. After I break in your pussy, we’ll start training it to take me.”
Lascivious greed drips from each of his words, and I sink further into desire, knowing without a doubt that with him, I’d like it.
I’d let him do anything to me.
I want to do everything to him.
Pushing my hips up, I offer my dripping cunt to him, tired of the emptiness plaguing my womb.
My soaked skirt mutes the rough patch of his ridges, detonating an explosion of anger within my chest.
Even though I’ve had several epic, all-consuming, life-altering orgasms because of him, I’m not sated.
Nothing except his knot in my pussy and his seed in my core will ever fulfill me.
Absolute fury wipes out my coherent thoughts, and yet again, I forget the pretense I should be keeping.
Wrapping my legs around the outside of his, I squeeze our sexes together, giving myself something to balance on as I slide my bound hands down my torso, squashing the side of my face into the blankets.
With single-minded focus I rip my skirt and pull it up my chest.
The rough yank of material against my pussy almost brings me to orgasm, but I remain true to my main goal—I sigh in happiness as our flesh meets without a fabric barrier.
I reach lower, bunching the quilts under me as I stretch my arms through my legs. I moan as my fingers brush against his sack and revel in his gasp as I fondle him.
His arm darts forward, co
vering the upturned side of my face with his huge palm.
Caged by him, I wriggle in desperation.
He mashes my face into the bedding and tightens his other fingers around my hip.
Angling his ridges near my clit, he pauses before growling.
The sound, while muffled through his hold on my head, arrows straight to my empty womb, making slick pour over his hard cock.
He jabs his hips upward, thrusting his malicious bumps over my swollen clit and through my desperate folds.
I shriek and buck, but he doesn’t budge.
After realigning his dick to his previous start position, he pauses again.
“Bad. Girls. Get. Punished.”
Emphasizing each word with a vicious thrust, he sends beautiful agony through my entire body.
Scorching streaks of pain batter my flesh and seep into my organs.
He adds an extra scrape of his pronounced ridges along my clit, forcing an obscene amount of slick from me.
I cramp, too overstimulated for an orgasm, but tightening in wicked reaction.
He forces my submission, giving me agonizing pleasure while torturing my vulnerable body.
When he releases my face and grabs my dangling breast, I suck in fresh air.
It does me no good.
With a powerful tug on my nipple, he grinds his hardness against my entire nether region with a brutal snap of his hips.
I splinter, my mind fracturing as every cell in my body locks in excruciating pleasure.
I become the firecracker he calls me, sparking with electricity and setting every cell in my body ablaze.
Chapter Thirteen
Alpha
Her perfection is mine.
I bought her body with credits, but her soul belonged to me before the transaction.
Her reactions prove it—I possess every bit of her.
As her orgasm renders her useless, I line the tip of my cock up with her entrance. The slick coating my dick promises heaven, and I surge forward knowing our joining has always been inevitable.
No matter how much lubrication slides between us, nor the strength of my thrust, only the first inch of my cock sinks into her tight slit.
Still frozen in orgasm, her cunt squeezes my cockhead in a vice, sending horrendous pleasure into my spine.
My knot partially expands, causing an irrational anger to pierce through my thoughts.
I push forward, unrelenting and crazed.
This is my Omega.
She will accept my knot.
Her slick lubricates my barbs, but nothing can soften their extension now.
I need her to hurt, need her to understand how close I am to devastation.
Her sheath wrecks me with how painfully tight it clutches my sensitive shaft.
Tears leak from her eyes, her orgasm keeping her defenseless in my grasp.
Halfway into her pussy, my restraint breaks. I grab her hips with both hands and haul her flush against me, flexing my hips and seating my cock as deep into her hole as possible.
Her cry of exquisite pain ratchets me higher and I pull back, eager to cause it again.
Pummeling her swollen pussy, amazement fills me as I watch my massive cock disappear into her tiny body. It’s such a riveting sight I could watch it for days.
Her soft tissues against my barbs make the sweetest sensation roll up from my cock. If I could fuck her for all eternity, dominating her in this most basic way, I would.
If I could make her squeal as she is now, trying so hard to stretch around my cock and writhing on my barbs, I’d do so every second of every hour.
I plan to take her every way an Alpha can claim an Omega.
As her orgasm recedes, I pull back until only my head remains inside her, then flip her leg over until her body faces mine.
Her hair fans across my bed in a fantastic display, covering her face and webbing over the sheets.
My pillows will smell of her for weeks to come. For longer, since she won’t leave them until I’ve had my fill of her.
Which will be never.
I plummet into her depths again, angling my barbs to stimulate her sensitive G-spot, grinning as her orgasm flares back to life.
A raspy cry pushes past her lips, dragging me closer to ruin.
Her hands, still bound at the wrists, wrap around my right forearm, and seeing her hands on my skin pushes all logical thoughts out of reach.
I snatch her wrists up with my left hand, stretching them far above her head and displaying her beautiful curves for me to defile. Swiping her hair out of her face, I inhale our mixed pheromones, our joining no less intimate for its roughness.
My firecracker pulses around me, ready to detonate.
My knot inflates further, making her eyes widen and spark with agony as I pop it in and out of her entrance.
Loving her pain-filled, sensuous expression, I grit my teeth and continue to demolish her opening, waiting until the last second to cram my burgeoning knot deep within her.
Growling and manic, I pin her hips to the mattress and devastate her insides, shifting my fully inflated knot around behind her pelvic bone.
Untampered desire laces her screech of agony, offering me the greatest compliment I’ve ever received.
Needing to own every centimeter of her, I thrust my hips again, burying my length to unfathomable depths.
My mouth waters as her breasts bounce with my brutal grinding, and as she clenches around my barbs, I lose myself in her.
Lava erupts from my spine, pulsing through my knot and shooting from my tip.
She ripples around me, milking my cum deep into her womb.
I crush her under me, releasing her wrists and cupping her breast.
Leading with my fangs, I lunge forward, shifting my knot and making her throw her head back in rapture.
I sink my teeth into her delicate mound of flesh, catching the edge of her areola.
Without hesitation, I release my mating venom into her veins, demanding she take all I give her.
Her panting moans provide the perfect backdrop as my soul rips in half, leaving an empty ache in my chest, yet filling me with joy as her heart wraps around my adrift parts.
The link between us glows a striking lavender, but a twinge of apprehension rolls through me.
My instincts stir in warning, but when she lowers her bound arms over my head and winds her fingers into my hair, I shatter.
More lava rushes from me, trapped within her by my knot, and I pour more claiming venom into her veins, too enraptured to pull away.
Once I finish marking her, she will mark me. She has no choice.
She is my Omega. My lifemate. My firecracker.
Mine for eternity.
Chapter Fourteen
Omega
His venom burns as it enters my bloodstream, but I ache for more, wishing we could stay locked together like this always.
I crave his ownership.
He needs my mark. I must sink my teeth into his flesh, just as he has pierced mine.
I may not have venom, but he will take my mark and accept my claiming.
I will flood him with agonizing desire, just as his fangs embedded in my breast do.
Wrapping my legs around his ass, I pull him to me, needing to surround him as much as he penetrates me. I dig my fingers into his scalp before smoothing my palms down his nape, purring in bliss as I explore the difference in textures.
The moment my palms reach the corded muscles along his upper back, he jerks within me and purrs against my flesh. I puncture his skin with my fingernails, my body seizing in another terrific orgasm.
My core cramps, the weight of his seed a fabulous nuisance. I struggle to breathe through the stretch of him filling me.
Sucking down a much-needed breath as my orgasm fades, the coppery, masculine scent of his blood intensifies my feral need for him.
This is my Alpha.
No other will have him.
I blink at the ceiling, willing my eyes to work
before dipping my chin toward him, desperate to superimpose the view of his claiming in my mind.
Movement in my periphery steals my attention. With detached disbelief, I recognize the distinct shape of a masculine outline standing a few feet from my unsuspecting mate’s back.
Blood rushes in my ears as the black-clad form shifts his arms up to his face, moving with such speed I have no time to react.
A whooshing noise heralds the deployment of a dart.
My mountainous Alpha goes rigid as a chemical-laced dart sticks into his shoulder.
I snatch it out, but another quickly follows, hitting lower than my bound arms can reach.
Outraged over the sudden turn of events, I snarl a feral sound and lunge for the second dart.
My Alpha’s seized body holds me in place.
My nightmare grows as the figure lowers his arms and reloads.
My soul cries in disbelief as realization settles in.
An enemy has broken into the most intimate moment of my life.
They’ve taken the most beautiful act and desecrated it.
They’ve turned my lover into my restraints.
They’ve ruined my heaven and morphed it into hell.
With my Alpha’s knot locked behind my pubic bone and his fangs stuck in my breast, I have no way to evade the third dart.
It enters my thigh and spreads atrocious acid outward.
My paralysis hits with the force of death, leaving nothing in its wake.
I fall into smothering, swampy blackness.
Chapter Fifteen
Alpha
My snarl bounces around inside my head before awareness of my surroundings return.
Wrongness pervades everything.
My Omega’s heat no longer surrounds my knot, her scent no longer lingers in my nostrils, and her veins no longer accept my venom.
I need my mate.
Pieces of her remain in my mouth, breaking my heart over the implication, but I savor her taste. Once I consume her torn flesh, a sterile, clinical smell overrides my senses.
Cold, sharp points prickle along every inch of my body.
