Taken by the Alpha, page 6
part #1 of Knotted Omega Series
I need to do this while he’s still inside me. While his knot pulses and my pussy clamps onto him and milks him. I need to do this if I want to see my fellow omegas go free.
With a last burst of clarity, I yank my hand still shackled in his grasp.
His grip loosens, and I slide my arm out.
I fling it to the side and reach blindly for something, anything I can use as a weapon… There, my fingers brush the lampshade on the side table.
I grab at it, but my sweaty fingers slide off it. I almost cry with frustration.
His muscles go solid, and his forehead crinkles. The desire in those glowering eyes is joined with a tinge of something else. Caution? And I almost regret doing this, almost. For a second, all I can think is damn them all, damn the world that always demands more than I am ready to give, my clan who always turn to me for protection… For with this man, the roles have reversed.
I can come into my omega self, I can allow myself to give up the part of me that caused so much strife and be what I am deep inside: a softer, more delicate, caring nurturer.
As if in agreement, my core pulses more moisture.
The heated walls of my womb clasp him hard, drawing out a fresh load of cum. The blue in his eyes recedes, and those eyes burn with a strange violet-tinged flame. It’s fascinating. And I want him to always look at me that way. Then he raises his head, and blood gushes from the wound in my throat. The beast marked me… The horror of it sinks in. He claimed me…why would he do that? He could have rutted me and broken my heat cycle, but he went further.
His lips twist in a smirk.
My blood drips down his lips, down his chin to merge with the scarlet of his that bubbles from the wound where I had bitten him first. The ball of heat in my chest pulses.
I was wrong…we marked each other.
We claimed each other.
I am bonded to a stranger.
To someone, I don’t know.
To only the biggest monster of all the land.
The one I came to kill, the one whose death will save my clan.
I raise the lamp and bring it down on his head.
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Zeus
I sense her move, then the lamp smashes into the side of my head. Pain slices through my temples, and sparks of red flare behind my eyes. My hold on her loosens. But my knot inside her only strengthens. A fresh burst of desire slides into my blood, flowing all the way to the tip of my cock, engorging it further. Guess I should have told her that I have this propensity for violence… The harsher she is with me, the more it turns me on. I’ll leave that information out for now. Just to see how far she’ll go. How far can I hold out before my mind shuts down and the lust takes over? And what will that do to both of us?
I lower my head and purr, a long, low, angry purr that rips out from inside and folds over her.
Her gaze widens. The scent of her arousal intensifies. Her arm trembles and her grip on the lamp loosens.
I smash my head into the lamp and send it flying from her hands. It falls on the bed, then rolls to the floor and crashes. The sound doesn’t penetrate the haze of the heat cycle that has her in its grasp.
Yanking her hand above her head, I wrap my fingers around both her delicate wrists. With my free hand, I reach down between us, scoop up some of our joined juices, my cum, her slick, a mixture that is pure aphrodisiac, and wipe her lips with it before shoving my finger inside her mouth.
Her lips curve around it, and she sucks on it. The feel of her lips on my skin dumps a wave of adrenaline into my blood; mixed with it is this primal need to finish what I started.
I move inside her, this time only with intent to punish. She mewls then cries out as I slam inside her all the way and let myself come again, coating her insides with hot, ropy streams of cum. Marking her inside and out.
“Mine,” I growl.
Her eyelids fly open. Dark, fevered eyes stare back at me. The black of her pupils have completely taken over the green—the sign of an omega having completely submitted to her heat cycle. She bares her teeth.
I expect her to attack me again, or at the very least scream at me to get off of her, when, “More,” she snarls and digs her heels into my back.
I freeze. Did I hear that correctly?
Her eyes narrow, then she raises her hips so I slide deeper inside—the swollen head of my cock brushes against her cervix.
She cries out, color draining from her cheeks. Her eyes plead with me. Her lips seduce me, and I can’t stop myself. I take her lips and close my mouth over hers, fucking her with my tongue as much as my erect shaft penetrates her the way neither has ever pierced anyone else before.
The climax builds up from my groin, tightening, stretching, becoming big enough to overpower every part of me, plowing through me.
Her body shudders, and her teeth bite down on my lips as she falls apart.
I stay as I am, still half erect inside her.
She cracks her eyelids open and peers up at me.
I want to ask her why she tried to kill me—well, I know the answer why: she hates me. There’s not much she can do about it, though. I claimed her as mine; she is my mate.
Her hips move of their own accord, her breath catches, and her lips turn downward. She rakes her nails down my biceps before clasping her fingers around my forearm.
I lean in and blow over her flushed face.
It’s hot inside this room. Not only is it the height of summer, but I’ve nailed tight all the windows. I don’t want the exterior of this city intruding and polluting the atmosphere inside.
Sweat drips down my chest. A drop plops on her breast, then another. Her gaze veers to my chest, to where my shaft is still locked inside her.
The sight arouses me again.
I move against her, and she croaks, a harsh sound. Her eyes fly open, and her gaze locks with mine. The dark of her irises deepens.
I am hurting her but also arousing her. And that pleases me immeasurably. The glow of satisfaction flushes my skin, and I don’t question it. It doesn’t matter to me that she gets as much pleasure from our coupling as I do. It doesn’t.
I lean in and lick the bleeding wound on her shoulder.
She shudders, and a moan of pleasure is drawn from her.
I growl, a low, soothing purr, and her shoulders relax. Her thighs clench around my waist; the scent of slick deepens the air.
I want to hear her voice calling my name as she comes once again, as she rides my cock and her core shatters around me.
Still knotted inside her, I flip her over and above me.
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Lucy
He flips me over so I am straddling him.
His knot is still heavy inside me, weighing me down, blocking all the cum that has streamed out of him.
The thought only makes me hotter. Desire ripples down my spine.
A low purr rumbles from his throat, stretching in the space between us. My stomach cramps, and I groan.
Inside me he grows bigger, and his knot flexes. Every part of me aches, and yet there is still this hunger. An emptiness that seems to grow bigger by the second, filling me, making me feel like I am searching, yearning for something more.
So much more. Of him. Of me. Of what he can do to me. Of what I want him to do to me. The force of my thoughts sends heat shooting through my blood. I bend down and hook my fingers in his hair, raking my nails down his scalp.
His shoulders flex. Red streaks his cheekbones. He growls again, but this time it has a tone of challenge laced through it.
His nostrils flare.
His gaze narrows.
He grips my waist and raises me, all the way up, until his shaft slips out and I stay poised right there with his knot blocking the entrance to my wet channel.
The feel of that roughened, ribbed skin against my soft inner walls sends a pulse of heat scrambling over my skin.
My toes curl; my thighs flex as I grip his waist. The feeling is so erotic, so much everything that starbursts of color flash behind my closed eyelids. I sway a little, and his grip firms on me.
“Look at me,” he growls.
The command in his voice cuts through the intense feelings that have me in thrall.
I crack my eyelids open and meet his gaze—and hold on to that liquid blue in his eyes that seems to mirror back every last fragment of lust that I am feeling now.
It’s as if he can read me, see through my soul, and I know I am being fanciful. Because he is an alpha who wants to show me that he is more superior, more dominant, yet my instinct says there is more, so much more to this man.
Right?
Wrong.
Was that why he’d dragged me here to his room and proceeded to bury his cock in me? His very large, very beautiful cock which he lowers me on again so the knot locks into place, holding me to him.
There’s a low keening cry, and I realize it’s me. I sound so aroused. So needy. Hungry for more. My chest pushes forward, my breasts thrusting out. I know my nipples are swollen, and my hair flows around me as I hold on to his forearms for balance.
The alpha is so damn massive, and the way he raises and lowers me again and again… And I am small, of course, in comparison. Still, the fact that he handles my body like I weigh nothing is both erotic and at the same time it makes me realize how much more powerful, how dominant he is.
A shudder of fear tugs at my nerves.
The still barely thinking part of my hindbrain, the one I’ve relied on to flag danger in all the time I’d been on the run from my homeland, sends a pulse of warning that creeps into my blood. It shoves away the sheer need that grips my body, that has pushed away all rational thought so far.
His hardness throbs inside me. Need radiates out from my core all the way to my toes.
And it feels so damn good.
I moan. Then shake my head, trying to clear it.
As if realizing that I am fighting the high of mating, and not wanting me to regain my composure, as if his very goal is to enfold me in the waves of pleasure which seize me, which roll down my spine, and make me hunch my back to try to keep in every last drop of moisture that is oozing out of me, he slides an arm up my back and grips the nape of my neck.
His touch sends a wave of intense desire surging through me. Sweat trickles down my throat, and my hair sticks to my forehead.
“Stop torturing me.” I moan out the words, hear the pleading in them and refuse to let myself blush.
I am too far gone down this maze of pleasure in which he has me trapped.
My body is not my own anymore…it’s an instrument of desire that he can tweak and play and tune to his heart’s content.
He tugs me close so I am balanced above him, my breasts swinging right in front of his face.
“So fucking beautiful.” His gaze rakes over my features—my lips, down to my chest. “I am going to give you so much pleasure you are going to forget everything: where you came from, what brought you here, your past, your present, everything except my name.”
There’s an authority in his voice that insists I agree with him. That I submit to the strength of his personality and give him what he wants. And it is precisely that which makes me straighten my spine. “You can’t force me to do anything I don’t want.”
His gaze narrows, then his lips peel back in a smirk…which is not really a sign of amusement. Nope. It’s a look so cruel, so full of the need to torment, so full of satisfaction that I blink. Not what I expected.
I’d thought he’d rage at me, perhaps turn me on my back and fuck me again. Instead, he gentles his hold on my neck and drags his palm over my skin, up into my hair.
His fingernails rake my scalp in a parody of what I’d done to him earlier. Goosebumps flare on my skin. The fine hairs on my forearms harden.
The difference between the intent I read on his features and the way he tailors his touch to seduce me, is so contradictory, that my head spins. My belly tightens, and to my horror, a fresh burst of slick gushes out to bathe his already swollen cock.
“You know exactly the right thing to do.” His voice is soft.
His features compose into a look I cannot quite comprehend. His gaze is intense, brooding even, as if he’s only now noticed me properly, realized I am not a submissive omega…and that’s not what he wanted in the first place.
The realization sinks in.
This monster needs a challenge. He thrives on reaching for the unattainable. I’ve given him the perfect reason to redouble his efforts to mate me. To break me. He will not stop, not until he owns me completely, body and soul…not until he’s ingrained his essence in every cell of my body.
The thought sends a wave of panic skittering over my skin.
At the same time his sheer confidence in how he thrusts his hips up so his massive shaft penetrates me, spears me, until it feels like I am being broken in half, is so completely arousing.
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 centres. 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.
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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.
