by L. V. Lane
Yet, to take what I needed from an Alpha—to ride his cock? It went against every instinct I had. I was an Omega—despite my sassy mouth, I was naturally submissive, and the urge to submit was strong.
That wasn’t how this was going to play out. “You said you would make me feel better?”
As he cupped my cheek, I leaned into that touch, craving more of it, and hating my Omega weakness. I had never heard of imprinting, but I knew what bonding meant, and as crazy as it sounded, I knew he was speaking the truth.
“I will, Pet. I’m here for you. If you want my cock, you need only ask.”
Even in my weakened state, I could see manipulation at play, and yet, I was too far gone to resist. I had pushed my fingers into my pussy while he watched, and after, I had fed them to him and knelt enrapt while he licked them clean.
I was not even in heat, and primal needs were bearing down upon me. There was nowhere I could escape. Better to get through this and pray that I could find calm on the other side.
“This new development calls for some…adjustment.”
I had been leaning perilously close to him, paused to divest him of the pants that were between me and his cock, but that bomb snapped me to attention. “Adjustments?” My mind went into overdrive. I tried to recall what had been written there, but his rich scent and the throbbing deep inside my pussy were making it hard to think. There was a wet patch where his cock strained the zipper of his pants, and I watched my hands reaching for the catch like they belonged to someone else.
I would worry about adjustments later. Now, a burning fever was upon me, and I needed to taste him again.
He didn’t interfere as I freed him from his clothes. Stepped out obligingly when my small hand wrapped around his cock. Gently coaxed me to release him long enough so he could lay back in the decadently soft bed.
I crawled over him, a shudder rippling through my body as my pussy brushed against the straining ridge of his cock.
My nose pressed against his neck. I breathed, slow and deep, but inside my chest, my heart was beating fast and wild. God, that smell, his scent, I wanted to roll myself in him, to crawl under his skin, and become part of him. Heat, hunger, and a savage need to be filled took over the last rational part of my mind.
There, right where his shoulder met his strong throat, was a source of heaven.
I bit.
His big hand was gentle as he cupped the back of my head, holding me close. “Take what you need, love. I’m here for you to use.”
Those smooth words growled close to my ear sent a spasm through my womb, and I growled and bit deeper. My nipples scraped across his hard chest, and even that slight stimulation drew a groan from my lips. When I lifted my head, his throat was red and purple where my small teeth had nipped. Closing my hand around his cock, I stroked his smooth, silken heat, and with a moan of rapturous satisfaction, took what I needed.
My sexual experience was limited to the time before revealing my dynamic. After, such liaisons were too dangerous. Even during my medicated heats, I had not resorted to the use of phallic toys. It had been two years since I had felt any man there, and even so, he had been a non-dynamic.
I made no headway; my pussy might as well have been sewn shut.
I understood that Alpha cocks were bigger—I could see Lucian’s—but I had just assumed it would all magically fit.
It didn’t fit, not even close. It was so wide that just getting the tip in had brought me out in a cold sweat. By the time I had gotten half of it in, I was shaking uncontrollably and more frustrated than when I began.
Then there was my limit. Every time it hit the back, the only thing I felt was blinding pain.
Lucian lay beneath me, expression implacable, as I rode him—badly. Were it not for his stony cock, I might have thought him disinterested. He didn’t touch, and he didn’t talk, he simply lay back and let me use him.
“You need to push through, Pet,” he finally growled when I was close to losing my mind with frustration. I was so wet, it ran down my inner thighs and over the exposed part of his cock, and the effort of not taking him too deep was exhausting.
“I can’t!”
“Why don’t you have a rest?” he suggested in a reasonable tone.
“No!” My reply was more of a rabid animal snarl than human, and I hated that he sounded so fucking calm.
“You’ve not had an Alpha before, Pet. But the doctor took a scan, and he assured me that you can take my full cock and the knot.” I stopped, balanced, with the tip of his huge cock stretching me open, and palms splayed over his firm abs.
He shifted, joggling the thick length inside me, and placed his hands behind his head. I became distracted for a good while watching his muscles bunch enticingly in this new pose. An Alpha should be strong, powerful, and dominant—Lucian was all of those things, which is why I was struggling with his mandate that I should take my pleasure from him.
Scan?
I had no recollection of a scan, but things had gotten a little hazy toward the end when the force of his potent scent had hit me.
“Makes me wonder about muted Omegas,” he said at length, seeming relaxed and without a care in the world. “Biologically, your body was an Omega. You just needed a little help to tip you over the edge.” Heat entered his gaze, which lowered slowly, lingering on my breasts before settling over the place where his cockhead stretched my pussy open. “It hurts because you haven’t yet torn your hymen, Pet. You’re shaking like a leaf, let yourself drop, and this torment will be over.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I said, confused. “I don’t have a hymen.”
His smirk was at odds with my confused state and desperate need.
“Omegas have a second hymen, Pet. It’s thicker, and it can take some effort to tear it. Most Omegas have it medically cut under anesthetic.” His eyes lifted and held mine. “And those Omegas who hide under suppressants tear it themselves during their first heat. They can be quite inventive in finding comparable toys…or so I’ve been told.”
I shook my head, heat flooding my cheeks. I had never used a toy. I had tried using my fingers, but I had derived no satisfaction from it, and it invariably made me feel worse.
“I did wonder if you had been on suppressants, but the doctor was confident no Omega could endure a heat without breaking their second hymen. The urge to force a suitable phallus into their cunts too irresistible.”
His blunt words made my pussy spasm. My legs started to shake again, and I squealed when I dropped, and his cock tip hit that spot—that he was suggesting was my second hymen.
“Enough,” he growled.
The speed with which he moved was terrifying. One moment he had lain relaxed upon the bed, and the next, we were seated with his thick arm banded around my waist. Grip tight, he rolled his hips back before thrusting up and stuffed my pussy full of cock.
I screamed.
The pain was beyond anything I had experienced before. White, and hot, and like a knife stabbing into that delicate place.
He growled, holding my body close to his, chest to chest, my heart beating erratically, and a vicious ache blooming between my legs. I could feel blood thudding through the veins of his cock, pulsing deep inside.
“Oh god!”
“Nearly there, love,” he said.
My pain-addled brain assimilated the words too slowly, and panic had barely begun to bloom when he gripped me tightly, rolled his hips, and slammed me down again.
A weak moan escaped my lips as consciousness returned. Warm skin covered in a rough sprinkling of hair made a bed for my cheek. His scent was rich and spicy, and I felt entombed within the heady perfume.
Oh god. What was inside me?
My inner muscles gripped in a misguided attempt to force the invasion out. A wild moan tore from my lips as a climax ripped through me that was closer to punishment than pleasure.
A deep, satisfied rumble reverberated against my cheek. His cock jerked and warmth flooded, so much cum I felt it t
rickling out in a hot, sticky mess.
The contractions strengthened, seeming to have no end, and a weak, piteous, sob rose from my chest.
“I know, Pet.” A big hand stroked the length of my back before resting over my ass. He pushed, growling softly as he ground me deeper onto his impossibly thick cock. My body, limp and not mine to command, twitched through the aftershocks. “I couldn’t help myself your pussy feels too good.”
Coarse words were spoken with the soft reverence of an endearment.
“Knowing I’m the first Alpha to have you is a heady experience,” he continued. “Knotting you was inevitable.”
Knot? No wonder I felt like I was being ripped in two. I forced my heavy eyelids to open. I was in a bedroom, and the dimmed lighting cast most of the spacious room into shadows.
I tried to shift, my cramped muscles screamed their complaint until his heavy hand halted my fretting.
“Lie still, Pet, and let the knot ease. Then the doctor can examine you. I’ll hurt you worse than I already have if you fidget.”
Terrible fear and pleasure went to war. How could he have done this to me? Forced that abnormality into a delicate place where it wasn’t meant to fit. I was a muted Omega, and I became convinced that my body was never intended to accept an Alpha’s cock.
At my palpable distress, he growled, and my body tried to bow. He thrust up while using his hand to force me down, and it set off another pounding climax.
CHAPTER NINE
Many people presumed all Omegas to be submissive and altruistic in nature. Nothing could be further from the truth. They did harbor these traits, but they could also ignore them.
I observed that they could also engage in a plethora of negative behaviors for reasons of self-preservation.
Doctor Lillian Brach
“HOW ARE YOU feeling, Pet?”
She lay on the couch, propped up with a cushion, a tray of barely touched food, now cold, sitting on the table beside her. A lilac throw covered her and was pulled up close to her chin, and her pretty blue eyes were wary.
She was naked under the throw. I was fully dressed and seated on the other side of the room because it reduced the temptation.
After visiting, the doctor informed me there would be no lasting damage after her rough, first coupling with an Alpha. That would be the first and last time I would force control until she agreed to all my terms. Two days had passed, and I hadn’t fucked her since.
“I’m fine, thank you.” Her tone was clipped, and her eyes censorious, and I bit back my smile.
Nothing about me or her imprinting on me pleased her, and once the doctor indicated fucking should be avoided for a few days while she recovered, her attitude had grown bolder.
Young, inexperienced Alphas often suffered a misconception that Omegas were submissive to the point of docility. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Most Omegas soon discovered that they had a power of sorts and delighted in testing boundaries.
Testing boundaries would earn them a rough fucking, or other punishment, but they didn’t mind that either.
They were slaves to their bodies—when the virus manifested Omegas, it played a cruel trick. They were not the only slaves in this equation, though, since the craving worked both ways.
Back when I had given her the proposition, she had asked me if I thought she had the disposition of an Omega with a note of disbelief. In my mind, she had already been an Omega in all ways except one. The only missing ingredient was the biology, and the drug had addressed that.
“What do you like to eat, love?”
She made a little huffing noise and distracted, loosened her grip, giving me a glimpse of the creamy swell of her upper breast. “Like? I’m a non-dynamic, we eat what we can afford.”
I smirked—little brat. “You’re not a non-dynamic anymore, Pet.” My eyes lowered to where the forgotten throw had slipped…until she snatched the cover back. “And you’re acting out. Perhaps you’re fully recovered?” I suggested with meaning.
“Eggs,” she said, giving me her best disapproving frown. “I’d like some eggs. Real eggs, not the powdered fake stuff they sell to non-dynamics.”
“They sell the powdered, fake stuff to dynamics, too. In fact, you’d be hard-pressed to find real eggs anywhere in the Empire, as I’m sure you know.” She maintained her frosty expression while I put a call through to have ‘eggs’ prepared for her. “Why don’t you have a shower, while we’re waiting for the food?”
She shook her head and tightened her fingers over the fluffy blanket. If she had any idea how badly I wanted to tear it from her fingers and test her recovery, she would be getting her ass in the shower. I could only wonder at my self-restraint.
“I’m going to count down from ten.” I kept my voice stern, and my face carefully neutral. And since she didn’t move, I started counting.
We stared at one another. Her eyes blazing with defiance, mine with an ever-increasing level of calm because whatever happened, Madelyn would be getting in the shower, and a lesson would be learned.
At five, she made a beeline for the bathroom with enough speed that I decided she was recovered. The sounds of rushing water followed.
Once she was collared, showers alone would be a privilege and not the norm.
Given enough time, showers alone might be viewed as a punishment.
But we were a long way from that.
I checked my communications while waiting for her food. Rhett wanted to talk. He had become a nosy fucker ever since I acquired my new pet, so I wasn’t convinced the request was genuine, but I would humor him.
By the time her food arrived, the sounds of the shower had stopped, and when I checked on her in the bedroom, she was standing in the bathroom doorway, wrapped in a towel and looking forlorn, long red hair hanging in water-darkened tendrils over her shoulders.
It was a lot of adjustments—there would be many more to come.
As I neared, she made a dash for the bed, but I caught her around the waist. A short squeal escaped her lips, and she clutched the towel like a lifeline. Ignoring her protests, I carried her back through the lounge and into the dining area that looked out across the city.
She didn’t want to be on my lap—I wasn’t giving her any choice.
“You asked for eggs, Pet. Eat them, or I can force-feed them to you.” Seriousness colored my words, and she stilled.
Tucking the towel a little tighter around her body, she picked up the fork.
I rewarded her with a soothing Alpha rumble, and her body softened against mine. I touched her as she ate, drinking in every nuance of her demeanor. Stroking my fingers over the soft skin of her shoulder, her hair, her cheek, and the delicate column of her throat.
The knotting had been brutal on her untried body, but it couldn’t be helped. She needed to be handled frequently so that trust could be formed.
And I wouldn’t take control of fucking her again, not until she was ready.
Her body was already there, but her mind needed to catch up.
I growled when she looked about to stop but otherwise continued to offer comfort.
Combating with me had left her exhausted, and finished with the meal, her head rested against my chest.
“It’s so pretty,” she said. Her eyes distant as they stared out at the city of Chimera. Night was closing in on the populous city, and the sea of skyscrapers, flashing billboards, and shuttles presented a kaleidoscope of color.
No complaint was made when I carried her to bed, but her eyes remained wary…and tired. I could see she was tired. “Time to sleep, love. I won’t be far away. I need to discuss some things with Rhett.”
I was sure my proximity would piss her off, but despite her best attempts at resistance, her body craved my touch, and it would comfort her as well.
“You won’t touch any of them again?”
It cost her to make that admission—a great deal. I had checked on her earlier, as the doctor had instructed me to. She had shifted
from wary tolerance to hell-spawn in the blink of an eye. The scent of a Beta, who had done no more than brush by me, had triggered her wrath. “No, Pet. No one will touch me but you.”
When I returned to the lounge, there was a message from Rhett reminding me that my business obligations could not be ignored for long.
In the early evening light, the city of Chimera stretched out before me. Madelyn was right, it was beautiful—rarely did I stop to enjoy it.
Rhett arrived while I was still brooding.
“I can’t find Malaxos,” he stated, dumping his ass onto the nearest couch.
“What do you mean you can’t find him?” I growled, pacing back and forth before the windowed wall. I was a god here, a man of power and means, so why couldn’t I find one stinking mutt.
“Hey,” Rhett replied, giving me a frosty glare from where he lounged. That look did not bode well for him, and I resisted the urge to punch the mouthy prick. “I’m not a fucking magician, and even I have limitations. They’re using the underground network, and you know we don’t have eyes down there.”
“Then get some fucking eyes down there.”
I hadn’t expected the drug to work, but now that it had, I needed Dino ‘dog’ Malaxos eliminated.
Hell, I was lying to myself. I was all for offing the insolent fucker for dealing in my nightclub. Killing him for his interest in my pet was merely a sweet bonus.
The soft ding of an arriving elevator cut into my dark contemplation, and two Beta servers entered my suite, a tray of food and drinks in their arms. I took a seat opposite Rhett as the two Betas bustled about.
“So, she’s imprinted on you?” Rhett asked with a smirk.
My eyes narrowed as he helped himself to a beer from the tray and dragged the nearest Beta onto his lap. Her squeal was artificial and grated on my nerves…or maybe that was only my reaction to Rhett nosing into my personal stuff.
“An unexpected complication,” I said. I was sure the exorbitantly expensive doctor I had dealing with this would work out a solution. It might even wear off. We weren’t mated, and I’d never heard of imprinting outside a mating bond. Although I admitted, it had benefits, and her desperation for my cock and cum weren’t a bad side effect.
