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Zeus
I plunge inside her.
Hot. Moist. Sensations spiral out from my groin. Warmth fills my chest. All my nerve endings seem to fire at once and I grit my teeth. The feeling is so different, so intimate. My muscles bunch, my throat closes, and…this can’t be right.
It can’t feel so good to be inside her, to have her pussy clamp around me and milk me. The need to pound into her is so strong, and yet, overriding it is this need to protect. All emotions I have never experienced before, least of all for this omega whom I hadn’t known until a few days ago.
My thigh muscles lock, and my biceps tremble as my arms support my body weight.
She digs her heels into my back. “What are you waiting for?” She bares her teeth.
And, really, she is only a tiny thing, less than half my size. And I am leaning over her, my muscles far stronger. It would take only one flick of my wrist to overpower her. The sheer audacity of her approach has me in thrall. I slide my fingers around her neck and grip it tightly.
If I wanted to, I could kill her right now.
Her gaze widens. The black pupils expand, not with fear…but arousal. A fresh pool of slick spurts out of her and coils around my cock. I grow bigger and fill her up inside, until my hardening flesh brushes against the walls of her womb. She groans. So do I.
She flings back her head, her neck arches, and she bites down on her lips. And that sends me over the edge. I pull out of her and stay poised at the entrance to her wet channel.
I know I am going to hurt her and yet I can’t stop myself. Her gaze widens. She mewls, scrunching up her face, and her cheeks flush…with anger? With desire. She peels back her lips and digs her fingernails into the back of my shoulder.
“Don’t you stop now, Alpha. Or else—”
“Or else?” I growl and more moisture gushes from her.
Her eyes roll back, and she moans. “Or else, I’ll never spread my legs for you again, not willingly.”
I almost laugh aloud. Oh, the irony! She is throwing my words back at me.
Her chest heaves, and her breasts rise and fall, the nipples hard enough to scratch a furrow down my skin.
Does she really believe that she has a choice in how she’ll submit to me? That she could hint at that should bother me, but it doesn’t. Not as much as the sheer possessiveness that grips me. I lean in close and pinch her chin, forcing her head down. She cracks her eyes open, the green a ring around the darkness of her pupils almost filling her entire eyes.
“Whenever I want, however I want, I’ll fuck you, and you’ll take it all.”
She pauses; her breath hitches.
I lower my voice. “And you’ll ask for more.”
Her eyes dilate until the green completely vanishes. The color fades from her cheeks. The honeyed scent of her arousal deepens, laced with the acrid scent of fear. And I want to soothe her and tell her I’ll never hurt her.
Even as a part of me is pleased that she is still afraid of me. She should be, for she has no idea how close I am to binding her to me and never letting her go.
It would serve her right if I did.
I should.
Bind her. Knot her to me. So she can never belong to anyone else. “No one but me,” I snarl. My voice slices through the haze in my head. “Do you understand?”
She nods.
“Tell me.” Why is it so important that I hear her acknowledge my dominance? I am not sure. Except that possessive part of me, the one that demands her complete subjugation, wants her to say it aloud. Craves it with a fierceness I can’t fathom. But I can’t fight it either—I don’t want to fight it.
“Yes” she snaps, tears glittering in her eyes.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Alpha.” She hisses through lips bitten from my ministrations.
A part of me registers the anger and the frustration that emanates from her. But I ignore it all.
“My name. Say my name.”
She grits her teeth and sets her chin. Her eyes glow with that light of stubbornness that both frustrates and also excites me.
“Say it.” I harden my jaw, knowing I am dangerously gone in my passion, in my anger; knowing that I am on the verge of hurting her in the middle of my lust, and yet I know there is no turning back. Not now.
She clenches the walls of her pussy around my dick.
A fierce surge of desire tugs my groin. Lust flows down my spine, filling my balls until I am hurting. Until I know I can’t hold back.
I growl loudly and her stomach muscles cramp. Her body responds to my every nuance. I know I am taking advantage of the fact that I have pinned her in place. That I can control her body as easily as I can control my own. Too bad I can’t tame her mind or her spirit. Yet a part of me rejoices at the challenge. Knowing there can be no other mate for me.
Mate?
Yes, she is, and no, it doesn’t mean anything.
It’s the most convenient way of keeping her with me.
My lips twist in derision at myself. At the sorry man I have become. One reduced to trying to subdue the one thing that has come into my life and has sparked the urge to fight again, for myself, for her. For everything I hold dear. I feel more alive than I ever have before.
As alive as the day I killed my father and took revenge for my mother’s death.
“Say. It.” I growl once more and deepen my purr.
This time I feel the slick gather at the base of her core. Feel the hunger that rips through her so her back arches and her breasts thrust up. Her nipples tighten. Her hips tremble. The scent of her arousal flows over me. Crashes over me, tightening my need. Stretching it until I am sure I am going to snap. I can’t hold back. I can’t. And yet… “Please.” The word dribbles out; my voice breaks.
“Zeus,” she whispers on a breath.
The sound of my name from her lips sends a pulse of desire tearing down my spine. The blood thunders at my temples, my shoulders bunch, and every muscle in my body tenses in preparation. I will invade her, take her, fucking own her. I must. Liquid lust rams through my blood demanding that she scream when I do so. Knowing she will throw her head back, kick her heels into my back, dig her nails into my neck, and tear grooves down my skin when I rut her, and all of it sends me over the edge.
I plunge into her, sinking all the way inside her melting channel. I tilt my hips, and grind myself in to the hilt. The blood rushes to my groin. The bulbous knot at the base of my shaft swells. I thrust forward that last millimeter and hook behind her pelvic bone, locking her to me. Her body bucks and her pussy clamps onto my turgid flesh, drawing me in even closer. Tight. Hot. Succulent. Mine. The feel of it, the complete rightness of it floods me, filling every last cell in my body and overflowing. My balls draw up, my thigh muscles spasm and I want to come inside her, mark her, claim her and yet something makes me wait. Wait. Leaning down, I take her lips, thrust my tongue inside her sweet mouth, and rake my fingers through her hair.
Her little body goes stiff, and then I feel her climax shudder up from her toes, sweeping over her thighs, pinning her waist to the bed, her chest vibrating, then her throat ripples, and she screams, and I absorb it all. Only then do I let the hot streams of cum gush forth as I empty myself inside her.
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