Her orgasms were always the most erotic thing about being with her. Her tense body, her breathy cry, and the gush of her slick--it was intoxicating.
Pounding harder, Maddoc increased his speed, clawing at her breasts as she screamed at her peak, his own climax approaching. As the rush of devastating pleasure exploded, a roar erupted from his throat and he jammed his knot into her swollen sheath, almost breathless at how tightly she encapsulated him.
Ana rotated her hips as he ground himself deep within her and he groaned, dropping over her small body and pushing her off her elbows and onto her back.
Their coarse, loud breaths saved the room from silence, and Maddoc closed his eyes, reveling in the ongoing pleasure his Omega was giving him; her panting body underneath him, her heels digging into his ass to keep him deep within her, the clench of her channel milking his spurting cock. He rumbled in satisfaction and tucked an arm underneath her, but it was only when she winced that he remembered her back. Rolling over onto his side, he pulled her to lie next to him, tucking his bicep under her head for her to rest on. Her eyes were closed, the expression on her face relaxed.
"You would never have been able to keep quiet for long," he said, his tone smug as he brushed her hair out of her face. "You are too vocal, Analisa. It is one of things I love about you."
But when her eyes opened to meet his, the hardness was still there and after a moment of glaring at him, she averted her eyes. Maddoc suddenly realized that she had moaned and screamed, but she hadn’t said his name or formed any words at all.
"Analisa," he growled sharply. "You will speak!"
But no matter what he said, what threat he made, Analisa’s mouth remained shut. As soon as his knot shrunk, he was pounding into her again, this time on her hands and knees as he pulled her head back and forced her back to arch, pushing her ass in the air. It was one of the most delicious positions, the roundness of her ass another mesmerizing sight as he battered into her, each slam rippling those perfect cheeks.
But Ana still did not speak.
The next time he had her against the pavilion floor, then on the table in the living area, and then he was so incensed by her silence that he filled her throat with his seed, roaring that if she wasn’t making use of it, then he would.
Each time, regardless of however powerful her orgasm was, Analisa did not speak, not even one word. She barely even looked at him.
Maddoc fucked her all night, each time rougher than the last, each orgasm racking her body harder, until she was so exhausted she could barely move, and she fell asleep on his knot.
Maddoc played with her hair as he fumed. Clearly, she blamed him for not allowing her to see her father in his final moments, but what he had done was a kindness. She didn’t realize that, but how could she? She barely knew anything that was going on around her. Still, he would not allow her to be disrespectful or disobedient.
He growled in annoyance as she slept, recognizing that this beauty was finally his, but yet he could not control her. It was fucking ironic considering the way she’d been controlled by everyone else. He couldn’t start their three nights again while she was in this rebellious state; it wouldn’t work.
So if she was choosing to be difficult, he would have to be drastic and break the silence out of her until she once again begged and pleaded for him.
The next morning should have been blissful.
Maddoc woke with his Omega’s scent in his nose, her soft body tucked into his, her dried slick all over his face and her gentle breathing in his ears. She was finally in his pavilion. It should have been perfect, except it wasn’t.
Ana lie awake, her eyes on the ceiling, her breathing calm. Maddoc didn't even try to engage her. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him and pulled her up so he could suck on her nipples. She kept herself limp and unresponsive, but the whimpers began when he gently bit her nipple and sucked it hard and twisted his mouth around it. Her head lolled to one side and her body twitched, her hips rotated, seeking the gratification he could give her, the savagery that she needed, but he didn't give it to her. Kissing up her neck, he scented her slowly, running his nose to the back of her ear and back down her neck, taking great pleasure in her scent and the way it settled him. It pulled on every instinct, singing and tugging on everything in him to own this woman. His cock jerked on his stomach, leaking as it sought to provide lubrication for what was to come.
Maddoc bit her ear, sucking the lobe and flicking his tongue along it, satisfied to hear the way she whimpered.
"You are exquisite, Analisa," he mumbled, almost to himself, as he sunk his nose back behind her ear. “I am glad you are finally here.” A sudden gust of her sweet intoxicating scent perfumed the air around them, signifying her need.
Maddoc’s cock hardened to the point of pain, but he lifted her off him and placed her next to him on the bed. “I will fuck you again when you choose to behave,” he said, glaring at her.
For the first time, various expressions flitted across Ana’s face, and Maddoc noted both surprise and smugness. “You think I have been forcing you to suffer on my cock.” He leaned forward and kissed her sticky slit before looking up at her. “If that is the case, you will not want me again. And I doubt that will ever be the case.”
The scowl that appeared on her face would have been humorous, if he wasn’t so furious about having to punish her this way. But he didn’t dwell on it, instead he briskly got up to get dressed. Her pussy tasted ripe for fucking, and if he didn’t go, he might break his rule immediately.
"You will not leave this pavilion," he instructed, as he dressed. "At least not until your back is healed."
Ana clenched her teeth as she glared at him. She turned away and laid down on the bed.
Maddoc growled his displeasure but didn’t say anything more. Her punishment would be harder than she knew, and although he would suffer too, he would not accept her denial of their attraction anymore. Once she accepted that they belonged together, everything else would be manageable. So the next time they fucked, it would be because she begged for it, nothing less. And they had the rest of their lifetimes for that to happen, though he expected she wouldn’t last until tomorrow.
He turned away from her and refocused his mind. Now that his Omega was safe in his pavilion and at his base, certain things needed addressing.
When he exited his pavilion, all of his commanders were gathered by the local campfire talking amongst themselves. They quietened when they saw him, all of their faces grave. Maddoc knew what it was about and beckoned them to the meeting tent.
Once they were seated at the table inside, he braced himself. "How bad is it?"
“Bad,” Griff said bluntly. His second-in-command Alpha looked disheveled from being up all night, but his eyes were sharp. “Redcrest and Sterling are, of course, fighting for the crown, but they have all agreed that they must unite to retaliate.”
Maddoc frowned. “How?”
“By coming for us.”
“Coming here?” Maddoc asked. “What makes them think they will find us when they haven’t before?”
“They intend to make a good effort of it,” Walrick said gravely. “They are using all their own resources, the king's guard and… the people.”
Maddoc tensed. “What do you mean, the people?”