“Look at me,” I command.
Her eyelids snap open. I hold her gaze.
“What do you want?”
Silence.
Tears lighten her eyes and tremble at the corners. I should feel remorse but I don’t. All I feel is satisfaction that I moved her to this. Moved her to feel the kind of emotions I can’t.
“Say it.” I lower my voice, soften it so it sounds like I am cajoling her.
Why is it important that she tell me that?
Why can’t I simply take her, show her that I am truly the monster everyone thinks I am? And yet somewhere deep inside, that last civilized part of me, the part that has seen my alpha father take my omega mother against her wishes, that part that had known it was wrong even then, resists.
Even as every cell inside me pushes me to move, to take her, knot her, stake my claim on her.
“It’s now or never, Omega.” I lean away from her and she reaches for me. Eyes half-dazed with desire, nostrils flaring, sweat shining on her skin.
She juts out her chin, “Fuck me, now.”
Before she has completed the sentence, I thrust into her slick, wet channel and break through the barrier.
Her body bucks under me, and she flings her head back and screams.
The keening sound shimmers over my skin, tugs at my nerve endings.
The need in her voice is laced with a touch of desperation. Lust and fear roll off her in equal measure.
I want to ram into her again and again, but I stay where I am and let her adjust to my size.
My breath rasps out of me, and my heart hammers like I have been running for miles. I grit my teeth and stay unmoving, even as her moist pussy embraces my shaft.
She’s so fucking tight and hot and wet.
Her body writhes and shudders; her nails dig into my biceps, rake over my back. Pain shudders down my spine and twines with the sheer pleasure of being inside her
I pull out again, all the way out.
I angle her hips up for better access and plow into her slickness with such force that her body moves up the bed and the frame slams against the wall.
Her body bucks, her hips wriggle under me, and her chest rises off the mattress.
A shudder rips through her.
A fresh spurt of moisture swirls out to greet my shaft.
I slam in all the way to the hilt. My knot engorges and following instinct, I hook my shaft behind her pelvic bone. Mine. Only mine. A fierce need coils in my chest and I thrust forward locking in as deep as I can.
Her pussy clamps around me, seducing me, giving me the pleasure of submission I so crave. Her spirit may deny it, but her body wants me, fucking needs me. Giving in, I let the hot streams of cum flood through her womb.
My hips clench, my groin tightens, and I know I am not done. I will not be done, not until I truly claim her.
Heat tugs at my nerve endings, the thought arousing me further. It shouldn’t be possible, and yet I grow more hard. My balls feel too heavy and seem to drag me down.
Feeling my desire seems to affect her.
Her eyelids flutter open. Her pupils are dilated. The black of her pupils has completely taken over her irises, except for the pale, emerald-green ring around them. She swallows, looking at me completely dazed.
Fresh slick flows from inside her, tugging me, asking me to keep going.
I lower my mouth to her throat and sink my teeth into that soft skin at the curve of where her neck meets her shoulder.
12
Lucy
He bites the skin of my shoulder, and a flame of white heat arrows out to hurl through my veins, toward my chest. I scream out in pain even as a ball of heat throbs against my rib cage. I moan and thrash, but he doesn’t let go.
The worst thing is that the pain clashes with my arousal and the mixture of the pain-pleasure only turns me on more. How is that possible?
I shouldn’t be feeling the white-hot sting of arousal that guts me, that draws at a climax low in my belly.
His bulbous knot is locked inside me, and more hot streams of cum sear my womb.
I arch my legs up and hook them around him, digging my heels into his back. My spine curves off the bed; my chest thrusts out.
He grips my breast and squeezes a nipple. Another spurt of pain jolts down my spine.
Intense pleasure rolls over me, and the climax roars forward, then stops waiting for his touch, his hated…needed touch to make me come completely. “Please…” There’s that word again. Why am I asking my tormentor for something my mind insists I don’t want?
For something, my body insists that only he can give me? Only he can break this tearing need inside me. At this moment I loathe myself. That I was born an omega when all my life, all I’ve ever wanted was to be able to take, to fight for myself, for my clan…my family. The thought cleaves through the haze of need that has blinded me. Any moment now I’ll tip over into the burning heart of the heat cycle and then I will no longer remember anything, not me, not him, not the goal I set out to achieve.
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.
13
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?