by Zoey Ellis
The outlaw’s head tilted, very slightly, something changing in his eyes
“You told my Father I am of unmatched value to gold, riches, and even a pardon,” she said hotly. “Now you’re saying I’m worthless. Which is it?”
“You are worthless to rule the kingdom, yes. But not worthless to everyone. Your tight pussy is still worth fucking.”
Ana was so furious she could form no words. She stared out of the window, at the crowd and tried to ignore him.
The crowd outside built steadily, until guards finally arrived. When they saw where the crowd was looking, they tried to do their best to disperse the commoners, but the outlaw simply chuckled. “Trying to drag a crowd from a naked woman is like trying to drag an alcoholic from his mead. The scandal is too great for them to care about the consequences. Especially when they are in a crowd.”
“So you’ve done this before,” Ana muttered, her disgust evident.
“It’s not that hard to figure out how people will react.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him tighter. “They are predictable. Just like you.”
“I don’t care if you think I’m stupid,” Ana hissed. “I’d rather be that than a murderer and rapist. I heard you fuck animals as well.” It was childish thing to launch at him, but it made her feel better.
The outlaw peered down at her. “Yes, I can see you’d be the type to enjoy folktales for children. Is that what the book is?”
Ana tried to glance at her book on the bed, but he held her too tightly. “That book is a great feat of modern storytelling, not a folktale.”
“For you to even believe that an Alpha like me would need to fuck animals throws your intelligence into question, princess. You have an entire library at your disposal to learn about the world around you and the best you can do is believe idle gossip. Besides—” He lowered his mouth to her ear again. “—you just had my cock in your mouth. Did it taste like swine?
His deep laughter inflamed her anger even worse than his antics with the crowd.
“The library is my favorite place in the world,” she snapped. “I’ve read almost every book and parchment in there. If you think any record of you is going to be favorable, you’re deluded.”
“I don’t give a fuck what it says about me,” he growled, suddenly serious. “But if you’ve truly read everything in there, you shouldn’t be so blind about what’s going on around you, and you might be able to guess why I’m doing this.”
“I know why you’re doing this.” She glared at him, ignoring the fear that still lingered when his eyes landed on her. “And it’s not going to work. My father will not fall because of this. The crown will not fall.”
When he spoke again, his voice was low, deep, and strangely soft. “But you will.”
Ana said nothing, still struggling against his hold. Then she heard horses. Nobles had arrived, slowing behind the crowd, their heads upturned to the window. Ana’s cheeks burned. She closed her eyes, turning her head to the side, in an attempt to hide who she was, but it was very clear what was happening. Based on what happened at court, they all knew what was taking place and with their fondness for gossip, it was no wonder they’d come to watch.
She breathed steadily, coming to terms with it. The skies were darkening rapidly and soon it would be too dark to see anything. But why should she be the one embarrassed? Her anger surged. “This man is a criminal,” she shouted suddenly. “He is doing this against my will, forcing me to pay for my father’s debt.”
Maddoc’s grip around her neck tightened, and he whipped her head back, his face hovering over her as she bent backward, and at the sight of those eyes, her fear returned.
“You want something to shout about?” he growled. “You want them to hear you screaming?”
Before she could respond, he lifted her upright and latched his mouth onto her nipple. At the same time, his fingers slipped between her legs.
Ana was unable to process overwhelming sensations that flooded her body. The hot suction of his mouth, his tongue grazing and flicking her nipple, was even more arousing than when he sucked her earlobe, and she couldn’t hold in the moan that twisted from her throat. His large fingers echoed the action of his tongue, but worked a little softer on her folds, spreading her open and rubbing her so expertly, a sweet sensation blossomed, spreading up through her core and making her legs weak. As it steadily built, she slowly realized he no longer held her wrists. She tried to push him away, but one hand found his muscled arm, contracting slightly, and the other entwined in his hair, which was thick and luxurious between her fingers. Distracted by everything, and still held by his grip, all she could do was take and enjoy what he was giving her as the pleasure built.
As he pulled off her nipple and captured the other one, Ana caught sight of his eyes. The fury in them confused her for a moment before she remembered. He was not doing this to please her—he was trying to embarrass her. But even as she remembered that a crowd was watching, she couldn’t stop the peak of pleasure that hit, flourishing swiftly over her. Her whole body tensed, and the power of her orgasm shook her as she rode the wave of sensation, humping her hips into his hand as she cried out. She couldn’t breathe for a long moment, and her knees almost buckled as the feeling ebbed, her clit throbbing under his fingers as he released her nipple.
He rose until his mouth was almost on hers, his eyes looking down at her with that dark intensity. “I’m sure they had no problems hearing you, princess.”
She glared at him as she tried to rein in her rapid breathing, but didn’t have the energy to respond.
She couldn’t decipher the expression in his eyes, but his scent was deepening into something too powerful for her to ignore. And it was highly arousing.
He yanked her backward, pulled on her neck to lead her back until the back of her legs hit the bed. He pushed her down onto it on her back and then unbuckled himself again with one hand while he sucked her slick off the fingers of the other.
She turned her head away, refusing to look at him, but the scent of his arousal dominated the room, reaching into her nostrils and mouth to force her to recognize his presence. And more disturbingly, she could smell herself laced among his.
He lifted her slightly to shunt her farther back on the bed, and then lifted her legs and spread her open.
She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her, and she closed her legs immediately, but he gripped her thighs and pried them open again, the look in his eyes dangerous. “Keep them open.”
Her legs trembled as she kept them in place, obscenely wide, and she tightened her mouth to hold in the screams contained in her sore throat ready to be launched at him. A trickle of hope emerged that he just wanted to look, but she knew that would not happen. She was ridiculously wet; she felt her own slick tickling her ass as it dripped down to the bed. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, and her scent was almost as potent as his. No Alpha would resist an Omega laid out to him in such a way, especially when her scent suggested she was aroused and ready for him. That was what infuriated her the most—her body betraying her, making it seem as if she wanted this animal all over her.
When Maddoc glanced down between her legs, he growled with an intensity that was so raw, it sparked through her body hardening her nipples to the point of agony and slick flowed from her. The look in his eyes was so incredibly vicious that the terror returned, bringing with it a thought that no one had mentioned. What if he was in a rut? Normally an Alpha’s rut was inspired by an Omega’s heat, but there were times recorded in the past when an Alpha could go into his wild and controlled breeding state simply from the scent of an Omega’s arousal, and could cause much damage. If that happened here, he would tear her apart.
As he removed the rest of his clothes, she firmed her mind, trying to prepare for whatever was to come. She was doing this for father, and no matter if this Alpha was in his rut or not, there was some part of her, as an Omega, that would enjoy it—Mother had basically said so—she just needed to focus on tha
t.
Maddoc dragged her to the edge of the bed, he grabbed her breasts again as he guided himself to her slit. Ana tensed, anticipating the impending pain, but for a moment there was nothing.
Then his hard, silky tip tapped against her sensitive clit and she twitched. He tapped again and again, watching her breasts jiggle as her body involuntarily jerked. His cock then trailed up and down her slowly, then in circles around her clit. A glow of pleasure spread through her and she relaxed as she welcomed it, but then his cock plunged without warning, stretching and dragging her skin as he forced her open in one sharp thrust, destroying her virginity.
Ana screamed and tried to clamp her legs closed again, but he slapped her thighs hard, making her jump and screech again.
“Stay open,” he demanded, guttural and raspy.
“I’m trying to,” she bit out, glaring at him even as tears formed in her eyes. “Wait, just wait a moment.”
He grunted an answer and pushed in even deeper. She cried out, grabbing onto his arm and digging her nails in as hard as she could. Infuriated, she clawed his arm, and then reached up and slapped him as hard as she could. “I said w—”
He pulled out and slammed into her while she was in mid-sentence.
The pain wasn’t as sharp this time, and even had a tinge of pleasure to it, but Ana was annoyed he was ignoring her like some insignificant gnat. She yelled and slapped him again, but his only response was to fuck her, slamming into her again and again until he’d built up a rhythm.
Ana was so angry, she ignored the jolts of her body and continued to fight him on principle. Somewhere between the second and third slap, she’d seen that his beard had slightly twisted into a smile. Her slaps had no effect whatsoever! The bastard was enjoying her outrage. But when his thrusts increased, she couldn’t maintain her struggle, and that was when everything changed.
A scorching multitude of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her, assaulting every sense and every nerve. The brutality of his thick cock punching into her, reaching so deep inside her, spiraled an exquisite sensation all over her body. With each thrust it strengthened—sharp, raw, and magnificent, woven with a filthy eroticism that made her almost scream with delight. It was so sweet it became almost painful… or was that the other way around? Ana didn’t care to figure it out. The more the Alpha thrust, the stronger it became, until she was seeking it, needing it, desperate for it above anything else. She writhed her hips for him, widened her legs as he slammed her into the bed.
The Alpha dropped over her, leaning on one elbow as he watched her, his hand still fondling her breasts, but Ana barely noticed. The position changed the way he felt inside her—rubbing new parts of her that made her shudder with pleasure. She ran her hands over his chest, appreciating the sight of his bunched muscles and the closeness of his beautiful skin.
When he lowered his hand to her hips and tilted them an inch, she was suddenly tilting on the edge of a precipice—weightless and breathless, falling helplessly into a thunderous chasm of pleasure.
Ana had no idea what happened in those next few savagely blissful moments, only that at some point the Alpha murmured, “Beautiful,” in a deliciously gruff tone that made her stomach tingle.
When she came to her senses, the Alpha was lodged inside her, stretching her wide, their joining tight and painful. Of course, he’d knotted her. A whimper played on her lips, but she swallowed it. She couldn’t process the thought right now; her body was already beginning to ache, and everything felt sticky and uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled to calm herself.
The Alpha moved, and although she had the urge to snarl at him to keep still, she was distracted by his nose brushing her neck again as he scented her. A beam of satisfaction burned so brightly that a vibration developed in her chest that echoed in the back of her throat.
The Alpha rumbled his approval and pressed his lips to the back of her ear. Tucking an arm underneath her, he lay his entire body weight on top of her, smothering her with his body and pressing his knot, the enlarged bulb at the base of his cock, deeper into her. Ana said nothing. Her purr vibrating between them coupled with the security of the Alpha’s weight, settled her deeply. And it was so comforting, she drifted to sleep.
The Alpha didn’t stop fucking her for the next few hours. Each time Ana woke from orgasmic exhaustion, disorientated and almost panicked by the pain in her body, particularly between her legs, he was inside her again within a few moments. The first time she had woken, blood had crusted on her inner thighs and dotted the bed sheets, but the Alpha didn’t even allow her to process it. He flipped her over and sank into her with a low groan that made her keen. He pounded her from the back, pulling on her hair hard while his other hand tilted her pelvis so he could reach that sublime deepness that made her twitch.
He never listened to anything she said, content to let her wage her tiny war against his massive frame, which infuriated her beyond belief. She loved the way he maneuvered her however he wanted, squeezed and slammed and fondled, but hated that he ignored her, like she had no right to bother speaking. No matter how much she argued and fought with him, he simply did what he wanted.
And what he wanted was to fuck her in multiple positions; all over the bed, all of the floor, against the wall, against the door so the kingsguard could hear, and even took her on the edge of the window, her naked torso leaning out as he slammed into her with his hand at her neck.
Ana did things she didn’t know would feel so divine, things she didn’t know she was capable of, like suck the head of his cock. She did it once when he was spurting over her breasts, curious how his pungent seed would taste on her tongue. A muffled growl came from the Alpha as her tongue dragged along the tip and then swirled around the shapely head. His semen swirled around her mouth, smearing her lips, and a surge of hunger peaked in her. The Alpha grabbed her hair, but she already had her mouth on the head, sucking and drinking his fluid as it poured into her mouth.
When he was finished, the Alpha grabbed her and yanked her up to his eye level, his dark eyes capturing hers. She stared at him confused.
“Why are you angry?” she breathed, her eyes wide as his seed dripped from her chin.
“I am not angry,” he growled, but continued to stare with those heated eyes.
Ana narrowed her eyes. “So now you listen. Does releasing your semen help your ears to work?”
The Alpha’s jaw clenched, and he swiftly lifted her up off the bed and carried her to the center of the room. Ana yelped as he flipped her over, placing her feet on the floor but holding her head down so her upper body hung forward. “I am listening, Analisa.” He ran his hand along her spine, causing her to shiver. “I am listening to you scream and moan and cry out for me.”
Ana scowled. “But anything else I say is irrelevant?”
“Not at all.”
Anna gasped. His breath was blowing on her slit. “What are you doing!”
A rough grazing of her folds almost made her knees buckle. She peered between her legs to see the Alpha kneeling behind her, his tongue lapping her pussy.
She tried to get up, but his hands gripping either side of her hips, didn’t allow her to.
“Why are you—” She moaned as his tongue swirled around her clit.
“Your voice makes me hard,” he growled, his mouth still on her. “So why would I want you to shut up?”
Ana glanced down to see evidence of that growing quickly as she tried to brace herself on the floor. Blood was rushing to her head and she was finding it difficult to think. When she saw her slick dripping onto the floor, she groaned in embarrassment but it was short-lived. The Alpha rose to his feet and slammed her onto his cock, lifting her feet off the ground and pummeling her like it was the first and last time he would ever fuck anyone.
Ana screeched, jumbled words pouring out of her mouth as she pushed her palms into the ground. His cock stretched her beautifully in this position, the friction sublime. She could feel the jolt of her ass cheeks each time he
slammed in, and the way he grunted each time, she knew he watched them. And that sent a primal ecstasy careening around her body. As her climax approached the Alpha suddenly stopped.
“Did you want to talk about something, Analisa?” he growled.
Furious, she growled at him, shocking herself, then wriggled her hips to tell him exactly what she thought of that idea.
The Alpha’s rough chuckle echoed in her ears as he drove back in and within moments, she climaxed, her legs tensing all the way down to her toes.
As her peak ebbed away, she went limp, disoriented from hanging upside down for so long, but it wasn’t long before he violently dumped his seed in her with a magnificent, primal roar that made her whimper, then rammed in his knot.
In the moments in between their frenzied mating, while in that sleepy euphoria when he was locked to her so securely, the outlaw did little things to coax her to purr for him, actions that were almost tender—ran his lips along her shoulders, kissed her palms, scratched her scalp, nuzzled under her chin. And each time she did, he rewarded her with his solid, weight.
Ana didn’t know how many hours had passed when she finally woke to stillness. She lay quiet for a moment trying to orientate herself once again. The Alpha’s body pinned her down, his arm and leg draped over her as he slept, his breathing steady and calm. Ana swallowed, wincing at the rough dryness of her throat and mouth. Her body ached even as she lay still, as though her muscles had been shredded to pieces, and when she clenched, she almost cried out at the pain between her legs.
Her mood descended as she thought over everything that transpired between her and Maddoc. There was no doubt that Mother had been correct. She had reacted to the Alpha as an Omega, and reveled in the pleasure he forced her to feel. Most disappointingly, she had purred for him multiple times. According to her lessons, Omegas were only supposed to purr when in the height of satisfaction and comfort with their mates. Her body had indeed betrayed her in one of the worst ways, and the Alpha had taken advantage of it. She closed her eyes, disgust curdling in her stomach as she thought about the significance of finding comfort in the arms of a such a man. She was just as disgusting as him to find pleasure in the way he used her. Not to mention that she already had a man, an honorable Alpha, waiting for her, who she’d intended to do all those things with. Ryden was her fated mate; therefore, many pleasures or satisfactions should have been found with him, any purring she felt compelled to produce should have been for him.
