I lean down and lick my blood from her lips.
Her shoulders shudder. Every muscle in her body goes on alert.
I nibble my way up her cheek to the shell of her ear, then suck on her earlobe.
She shivers. Her eyelids flutter down. A low groan spills from her lips.
“That’s it, submit, give in…go with your instinct, and then it’ll be easier for you.”
As the words leave my mouth, her body tenses again. It seems if I speak it breaks the trance she falls into when I purr for her. And it’s no hardship to do that, mind you. I’ll force her if needed. I’d much prefer someone more submissive, someone more pliant, open to do my bidding…not. If that were the case, wouldn’t I have taken an omega from the ones stocked in the harem, the ones my alphas lay with whenever the need to rut comes over them?
I’d done so on one occasion, but the encounter had been so unfulfilling I’d not bothered again. Then I’d caught a glimpse of that dark-red strand of her hair tumbling free of its restraint to curl over her shoulder and I’d known what was missing. Her. Her fire, her breath. Her scent. I have to have her.
My dick pulses in agreement. My shaft pushes against the softness of her core.
Her eyes fly open, and the green in them has faded to light gold. My breath stutters. She is much more breathtaking than I’d thought. It makes me want to see how the rest of her is.
What is so special about this female that she is already in my blood?
Why is this prickly omega the only one I want?
The thought pulses a trickle of discomfort down my spine. No, I have no intention of feeling anything for her. The only reason I brought her here was to punish her. To show her she can’t challenge me on my own turf.
And, yeah, because the thought of any other alpha violating her is something that affects me in a way I still can’t understand. It’s that which makes me pull my weight off of her and stand back.
Her legs are flung apart, her breasts rising and falling, her cheeks flushed. And the remnants of the jumpsuit cling to her body like petals from a rose on damp ground.
Bending down, I grab the seam of her collar and rip the fabric to her waist. Yanking it over her legs, I pull it off her.
She is naked underneath.
Her full, lush breasts spring out, dark-pink areolae crowned with the most delicate of buds for nipples.
Desire grips me, hot and hard. I can’t tear my eyes away from the perfectly formed specimen of femininity.
Her slim waist seems impossibly narrow. I trail a finger over her navel to where her waist slopes to meet the dark-red hair that points to her clit.
Goosebumps pop on her skin. Her muscles tense.
I look up to find those green eyes dilated yet burning with a fire that entrances me. She flexes her jaw. A muscle throbs above her cheekbone. She is gritting her teeth, to stop herself from making any noise, knowing that will only encourage me. And suddenly I want to hear her voice more than anything else.
I trail my finger down to the edge of her clit and hover there. Her thighs clench. Moisture trickles between her legs and pools below. The scent of her deepens and goes straight to my head.
My cock hardens and aches with the need to feel her warmth clench around me. I raise my gaze, up her trembling stomach, over her swollen breasts to her face.
Those green eyes, the gold in them sparkles and burns. Yet her lips are pursed in defiance. She is aroused. She wants me. Yet she is still able to resist me. A fierce surge of pride grips me. It makes me want her more but also slows me down. I want to seduce her until she has no choice but to give in to me. And give in she will. I’ve never lost a fight and don’t intend to start now. Certainly not to a weaker omega.
“Does the thought of my hands on your flesh, discovering all your secrets one by one, stripping you of your layers and baring you to my gaze…does that turn you on?”
She raises her chin but doesn’t answer.
She doesn’t need to.
Her chest rises and falls, and her belly trembles. That sugary-sweet musk of her arousal laps at my senses.
My mouth waters.
And yet I pause and wait…for what? I can’t understand my own hesitation. She is mine to take, to ruin, to do with as I want.
I am the most powerful alpha in the land, the newly ascended leader of this city.
So what stops me from having my way with this wisp of an omega who dared try to assassinate me?
Precisely nothing.
I drop to my knees and lower my mouth to that trembling flesh between her legs.
10
Lucy
I see the play of emotions on his face…and, really, it should not be possible to differentiate the lust that leaks from his every pore with the flicker of something very much like confusion that I am sure I glimpsed there for a second. No, surely, I am mistaken.
This is Zeus, the fiercest alpha in the city, the man who killed his own father to become the General. The very hungry male who licks his tongue from the bottom of my pussy all the way to my clit at the top.
No, no, no.
I must have said it aloud, for a low purr flows over me. This sound is tenacious, insistent, like the vocal equivalent of a battering ram, seducing me, asking to be let in. And that confuses me. I am at his mercy. He is the alpha, I am the omega, in his suite, on his bed, and his tongue is writhing inside me, and yet a part of him tries to soothe me.
I almost wish he didn’t.
I wish that he’d take me and be done with it.
If it is my heat cycle that is making him want to claim me if that is all this is about, then I want him to be done with it, so I can get down to business and perhaps ask him for a way to help the rest of my omega clan. If… His fingers join his tongue in my core, stretching me, hooking inside and finding a vulnerable, delicate patch of skin that is so responsive, so delicate, so everything that I know he’s found that secret place inside of me that I hadn’t known existed.
I thrash my head from side to side, and my back arches off the bed, and my hands, they are buried in his hair. I should drag them away. Instead, all I can do is rake my fingernails over his scalp until they snag on his heavy locks that are…smoother than they look, silky. Like how my skin must feel in comparison to the second calloused digit he’s pushed inside me.
“No, please.” I moan, trying to push him—at least I think I am trying to shove him away; the fact is, I am holding his face close to my pussy and thrusting my pelvis into his face, offering up all of myself to him.
He can take me now and I wouldn’t stop him.
Another deep purr from him crawls over my skin, settles in my belly.
More slick oozes from between my legs and a wave of dismay grips me. Around him, I can’t control my own response. It’s alarming and also makes me want to give in.
He draws in a deep breath as if he is inhaling my very essence, taking a part of me inside him. It shouldn’t be so arousing, shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.
Primal lust tightens my skin. I pant, only to scream when he circles his tongue over my clit, then drags it to the entrance of my channel where he licks up my moisture. Leaning up and balancing his weight on his forearms, he dribbles the liquid into my mouth. And I slurp it up from his lips and swallow it down.
I taste myself, sweet and musky, and him…spicy with a honeyed edge that is a shock. It’s far from unpleasant. There’s a strange intimacy in this, in tasting our joined-up essences, and it’s the closest, the nearest I have ever been to anyone else. My soul seems to intertwine with his in that instant. I shake my head, trying to deny these strange feelings of heat and lust and sheer passion that are tearing me apart. It can’t be like this. It can’t feel so right, not when he is all wrong for me.