As if sensing my confusion, and how close I am to either submitting completely or retaliating with a fresh burst of anger, he raises his head and stares into my eyes, that startling blue gaze of his holding mine. It keeps me still for a second. I find myself slipping, sliding into those molten, colorless depths. Pulled into a strange vortex that I hadn’t expected to encounter.
A jolt of awareness tugs at my nerves. Every cell in my body seems to be sensitized and yearning for his touch. The hair on my forearms harden.
I’ve fought enemies on the journey from my home country to get this far…but faced with the biggest monster of them all, I am speechless. A low moan swells up from the pit of my belly. I open my mouth, and all that emerges is “Please…” I gasp.
There is a flash of satisfaction in his eyes, then he leans down. The hard flesh of his shaft grazes the melting folds of my pussy. My insides twist, my belly churns…but it’s not with fear. A shudder of anticipation tightens my skin. Heat enfolds me, and sweat pops on my brow.
I swallow and try to speak, but all that comes out is a mewl.
“I know.” His voice is soft, so gentle, deceptively so.
My muscles relax and I spread my thighs wider. Then I raise my pelvis, a millimeter more. My core skims his swollen shaft.
He groans and rubs the head of his cock over the entrance to my throbbing channel.
A searing need sweeps over me, followed by a jolt of fear. An awareness of what I am, of what he is going to do filters into my mind. He’s going to take me, and this is wrong.
This is not how I wanted it to happen for my first time.
Not with an alpha I didn’t choose.
With the one who my body aches for. With the one who can match my needs. Who makes me feel this depth of yearning I’d not thought possible. I want him to break my heat cycle, I need him to fuck me, knot me, fill me with his cum, breed me. What am I thinking?
He brushes his shaft over my melting core.
His movement is almost tentative, and that is my undoing. A groan spills from my mouth. His lips fasten over mine, absorbing the sound. His hands shackle my wrists above my head, and between my legs, that vicious part of him throbs. And his mouth, oh, that hot, needy mouth of his sucks from me, drinks of my essence. It's as if he's trying to rip out the very depth of my soul and fuse it with his. I squeeze my eyelids shut and am no longer sure what I am fighting. Him? Me? This keening need that churns my gut, leaving me hungry and shaking and needy for more, so much more.
I shake my head, trying to dislodge his sensuous tongue with which he’s licking the inside of my mouth.
His body shudders. He pulls back, his shoulders trembling as he props his body over mine, holding his weight up with his biceps.
And it is that unexpected gesture, the fact that he restrained himself instead of ramming into me and taking me, that has the desire roaring through my veins. Heat sears my cheeks.
I crack my eyelids open in time to see the sweat run down his temples and plop on my cheek.
His lips slow their assault, his tongue licks the inner seam of my lips…and that softer, gentler touch is so seductive, so full of promise that I tremble. In that second, he reveals a tenderness that connects with me. That omega instinct of mine rushes to the fore and tells me to grab him, hold him, take what he is offering… Do it. Even as he holds back and waits and watches me out of those searing, almost colorless eyes that mirror back my own desires.
His features are strained, his lips swollen, and yet he stays where he is.
Why is he holding back?
What is he waiting for?
Only he can give me the relief I crave. Only he can make me forget everything I have endured to come this far.
I bare my teeth and in one swift move wrap my legs around his waist and angle my hips so he slides in, a fraction more. His shaft brushes against the barrier inside me.
I shudder.
Desire pools in the pit of my stomach. Goosebumps flare over my arms. Another millimeter more…that’s all that stands between this yawning emptiness and…that feeling of something I crave that I still don’t understand.
His eyes flash blue with shades of a deep, dark violet in them that hints at secrets, at nightmares.
A growl rips from him.
I shiver. Then, still holding my gaze, he pulls out, all the way out of me.
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Zeus
I stay poised at the entrance to her moist, trembling core.
Her body heaves and bucks and strains to get closer. Her skin grazes over mine and my blood pulses with need.
That ache inside me for more, for so much more, to own her, to break her, hammers at my temples. I sniff the blood in the air, and it reminds me that it was she who had bitten me first…and yet I can’t just take her.
Surprise! Apparently hidden inside is a kernel of someone decent, someone I thought I’d lost a long time ago, someone I still don’t recognize. It’s probably an aberration. And I am sure the restraint on my side is only because she is a virgin. No one, not even an omega who’d dared to break into my stronghold, deserves to be taken against her will for her first time.
And I am her first.
I grow impossibly hard at the thought. Yet I also want to watch her closely, study her reactions as she responds to my touch.
I plan to be her only. I don’t question the complete, utter truth in it that I feel all the way to my core.
It was she who came to me. She, an omega on the verge of her heat cycle, knowing full well that being in the company of so many alphas was only going to drive her over the edge. She knew it…yet she had burst into my ascension ceremony. It was she who’d made the first move to claim me.
As I am going to claim her.
Slickness floods her channel, and despite myself, I slide in farther.
She groans.
So do I.
I lower my head and hover above her, balancing my elbows on either side of her body.
Her eyes are squeezed shut, and sweat beads on her upper lip.
“Look at me.”
My voice comes out rough, and it feels like I have drawn it out over cut glass that lines my throat. I pinch her chin. “Open your eyes.”
She must see me. Know who the alpha is who is taking her, staking his claim on her. She has to acknowledge me.
Her eyelids flutter open. Her black pupils have grown to expand, covering almost the entirety of her green irises.
More of her slick flows over my cock as I angle my hips and pause there, my stance planking over her with my weight balanced on my forearms and my feet.
A slight move and I can slide into her, ram into her all the way and give her the relief she craves. But not yet.
She moans again, fine lines appearing between her eyes. Her lips part, and her arm comes up to grip my biceps. “Please,” she gnaws on her lower lip.
“Please what?”
She shakes her head and purses her mouth. Her cheeks are fiery with color. Her cheekbones stand out under her skin. Her shoulders heave, and her breasts thrust out, the nipples so hard I swear I can cut my skin on their sharpness. Desire coils and tightens my groin. I throb inside her. Every part of me wants to plow into her, to show her who she belongs to, to take her again and again. My biceps tremble with the strain of holding my weight back. “Tell me, Omega?” My jaw firms.
I move my hips and my cock scrapes the sides of her walls. A shiver of heat sparks down my spine. Her throat moves as she swallows. Her chin wobbles and her eyelids flutter down.