“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 centers. 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.
15
Zeus
Her body goes limp, and she falls over.