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  Her pale blue eyes stared at me with open despair and I found it hard to look away. The draw between us was quickly turning primal, nothing more than an omega needing to be claimed hard by an alpha.

  But she was my omega, and I was her alpha.

  She belonged to me. Only me.

  And I wanted to take her.

  The scent of her was sweet, like blooming cherry blossoms and elegant roses and decadent citrus. I couldn’t get enough of it. The more of it I breathed in, the more I wanted to push aside my reluctance to put her in danger.

  I thought keeping away from her would protect her, but it had only just resulted in wanting her more. Every day she had been gone had felt like torture. I’d looked for her myself. I hadn’t slept. I’d sensed her scent everywhere and nowhere and I had hated every waking moment of it. I’d stroked my cock many times with her beautiful little body on my mind. To be honest, she’d been the only one I’d thought of since she’d arrived.

  She may yet be one the Cult’s tools to keep an eye on me or she could be innocent. I’d tried everything I could to keep my distance from her, but it hadn’t been enough.

  My cock throbbed for her. Only for her.

  “Alpha, please,” she pleased.

  I took a step toward her. And then another and another until I was standing over her.

  She surrounded me and I could no longer deny how much I wanted her. How much I needed her. I’d fought it every step of the way, but she was the one I thought of when I woke up in the morning and before I fell asleep at night. From the moment she’d been given to me, I’d been obsessed with her and now I could stop at nothing to fully claim her as mine.

  The consequences be damned.

  She was mine. She belonged to me and it was about time I showed her what that meant.

  I reached down and lifted her off the floor. Fiercely, I slammed her back against the wall and surrounded her. She gasped, but it sounded more like a moan than anything else. I pressed my thigh between her legs, suspending her on top of me as I curled my fingers around her throat. Her pussy was soft and warm against me.

  Her lips fell open just slightly and I couldn’t help but drag my thumb along the edge of one of them. She panted and whimpered quietly, which only made me want her even more.

  “Alpha,” she pleaded.

  “What do you want, omega,” I purred, and she moaned once more. Unable to stop herself, she started to grind her pussy against my thigh. Her little clit needed attention and I pressed back more firmly against her.

  “Is the fabric rough, omega?” I asked.

  “Yes, Alpha,” she panted.

  “Ride my thigh, omega. Show me how much you want your alpha’s cock,” I growled, and her wetness soaked through the cloth of my pants.

  She didn’t hesitate, which told me that she was already in the throes of her heat. She wasn’t just in the beginning stages anymore. She was fully in estrous and it was up to me to help her through it.

  I’d heard stories of omegas in captivity forced to suffer through their heat without an alpha’s assistance. They say it lasted weeks sometimes. With my help, Ariana’s would only last a few days. She needed an alpha’s knot, and she was going to take mine.

  I wasn’t going to give her a choice.

  Her mouth opened a little bit in shock, but her body responded immediately. Her hips rocked faster as she angled herself so that her clit rubbed against my thigh. The moment she perfected the movement, I watched as a shiver of desire trembled across her flesh. I never released her throat, forcing her to look at me as she found her pleasure against me. Her eyes dilated and she whimpered with fear, but I didn’t care. It only made my cock harder.

  I liked seeing her fear just as much as I wanted to see her arousal. In fact, there was a very deep, very dark part of me that enjoyed it even more.

  “If you don’t ride me like you mean it, little omega, I’m going to whip you with my belt instead of fucking you,” I growled. “Then I’ll tie you to the bed and force you to watch as I stroke my cock.”

  She immediately obeyed me. She rolled her body, scraping her clit harder and faster against my thigh. I could tell she was getting closer by the increasing desperation in her cries and I purred quietly in appreciation. She moaned and quivered against me, but she didn’t slow down her movements. Her fingers tentatively curled around my upper arms until she was clawing at my back, but that only made it that much hotter.

  I wanted to fuck her. Hard.

  I wanted to take her hard enough so that she was sore from it tomorrow.

  And that would only be the beginning.

  I wanted to take her mouth, her pretty little virgin cunt, and that shy little bottom hole of hers she’d been so reluctant for me to touch.

  I wanted it all and I was going to take it.

  Her body moved fluidly, and her eyes widened as I forced my gaze upon her. She whimpered and moaned, until at long last her eyes began to roll back in her head as the first tendrils of her release gripped at her small form.

  I couldn’t help myself any longer. My lips descended to hers with ruthless intention. I claimed her mouth with mine. I possessed her with my tongue, and I swallowed her screams as she came hard for me. I pinned her against the wall and still she rode my thigh, taking the pleasure I’d allowed her and shaking with every last bit of it.

  Her fingers clutched at me as if she was holding on for dear life. Her screams echoed and I kissed her through every moment of that orgasm until her entire body shook from it. When I finally pulled back, I watched her, thoroughly transfixed by the sheer ecstasy that painted her features as she came for me.

  Her pale blue eyes glimmered with her arousal, deepening in color until they approached the dark blue of the deepest waters. There was a pretty flush spread across her cheeks and her mouth opened in the shape of an ‘o’ as she moaned with heated bliss.

  Her hips eventually started to slow as she shuddered hard, her orgasm so powerful that she finally froze against me.

  Soon, she would be writhing beneath me as she took my cock.

  I grinned as she stared back at me. I pressed my palm against her chest, feeling the frantic beating of her heart. She panted, trying to catch her breath, but I had no intention of letting her.

  I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, sighing with relief once I released the pressure that imprisoned my cock. Now free, I could feel my shaft pumping with blood, yearning to take the desperate omega who was practically begging for me to finally use her pretty little body as roughly as I pleased.

  “Omega, you’ve left quite a wet spot on my thigh,” I whispered, and she shook against me. Carefully, I pushed my pants down my legs and kicked them off while still pinning her against the wall. Now the two of us were naked and I watched her nervously swallow as the heat of my cock slid against her bare inner thigh.

  “Alpha,” she breathed.

  “Shh. I know what you need, omega. You don’t need to tell me,” I answered.

  Her little fingers curled around the back of my neck and she spread her thighs wider.

  She wanted this too.

  It was time for me to take it.

  Chapter 9

  Ariana

  His cock felt like an iron spike against my leg. I knew just how large he was, and that simple fact made me fearfully nervous because I knew how much it would hurt when he finally took me with it.

  “I’ve never,” I began, but he cut me off.

  “I know, omega. It brings me great pleasure to be your first,” he murmured.

  My pussy clenched down tightly in anxious arousal, but the heat burning through my body was all-consuming. I could think of nothing else but his cock sinking deep into me and it didn’t matter that it was going to hurt.

  He angled his hips so that the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance. I sucked in a nervous breath and tried to prepare myself for what was to come next.

  “Have you fantasied about this moment when you touch yourself, my little omega? Ha
ve you thought about what it’s going to feel like when your alpha takes this innocent little pussy for the very first time?” he growled, and my core twisted hard with an insane sense of heated arousal. He didn’t thrust into me. Instead, he made me wait and that was torture in and of itself. I needed him like I needed air to breathe and every second he denied me was like a dagger scouring deep into my core.

  I whimpered and his fingers tightened in warning around my throat.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I finally managed to whisper, and he chuckled knowingly.

  “I’ve heard you in here by yourself at night. I know what you sound like when you come with those naughty fingers in between your thighs.”

  I shook with arousal, edging my hips forward and trying to beg him to take me with my body. He tilted his pelvis forward just enough to push against my channel and I moaned quietly. Would he take me now? Was I ready?

  “Alpha,” I cried, unable to stop the way my core was coiling up inside me, tighter and tighter with scalding need so intense that I could hardly draw in air.

  “What do you want, omega?” he growled, and a rush of slick poured out of me onto his cock. He snarled even louder, and my body reacted violently. My core cramped down hard, and I cried out with pain, arousal, and extreme desire for everything that he could give me.

  “Your cock, Alpha,” I pleaded.

  “Who decides when you get my cock, omega?”

  “You do, Alpha,” I begged. Every inch of my body was trembling with my heat and it was becoming harder to string words together. My skin buzzed with desire and I pressed against him even more firmly than before.

  I stared into those dark eyes, wondering what sort of depravity was hidden in their depths.

  He cupped his hand around the curve of my jaw. His hand was large enough so that his fingers gripped the back of my neck at the same time that his thumb brushed against my cheekbone. His lips descended onto mine, kissing me gently at first before he thoroughly claimed me with his mouth. His kiss turned possessive, bruising and rough, but I liked it. I kissed him back just as fervently and just when the two of us surfaced to catch our breath, he thrust hard and took my virginity in one hard motion.

  I keened with intense pain and he swallowed my cries. He buried himself into me and my body revolted instantly. He was so very big, and my innocence fought him. My inner walls clenched down tight and tried to force him out. Pinned against the wall and suspended on top of his cock, there was no fighting him or trying to lift myself off of him even the tiniest bit. Instead, the burning stretch of his girth forced me wide open. When he was fully seated inside me, he stilled, and I struggled wholeheartedly to take it because it hurt far more than I imagined.

  I whined and he palmed my left breast with his hand, dragging his roughened skin over my pebbled nipple. He tweaked it just a little and chuckled.

  “Your little pussy clenches around my cock when I punish your pretty little nipples,” he said and I shivered, feeling myself tighten around him at his sordid observations.

  Slowly, he drew his hips back, only to push back into me roughly once again. I cried out, but the second thrust was easier and even though I was sore, it didn’t hurt as much. By the third, I could feel my body reacting with pleasure and it wasn’t long after that I fell prey to its heady thrall. My pussy still ached, but it only fueled my desire to intensify to levels I didn’t think possible.

  The sound of his cock thrusting into me was filthy, but it made me want him even more. My slick made his entrance easy, but it still hurt enough to make me cry out with every thrust. I squirmed, but there was no escaping him as he slammed my back against the wall and used my body as roughly as he wanted.

  My inner walls squeezed around him as I writhed and tried to fight him, but then his pace started to quicken, and my arousal intensified with brutal intent. I bit my lower lip as the burning pain grew stronger, but I couldn’t deny that my core was pulsing with pleasure. I couldn’t stop the way his rough handling was making me wetter. It forced my need to even greater heights until there was nothing other than our bodies entwined together as one.

  My heat intensified and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he bounced me up and down on his cock. I pressed my temple against his, feeling the connection between us physically even deeper into my soul than I thought possible.

  I wasn’t supposed to come to Kingsworth and care for someone like this. I was falling for the enemy and nothing I could do would make that stop. My heat held the two of us captive, forcing us together when neither of us wanted the other in the first place. But right now, none of that mattered. At this moment, he was my alpha and I was his omega.

  He purred and the sound drove me wild. My entire body felt like it collapsed in on itself and I couldn’t stop the brewing storm no matter how hard I tried. Without meaning to, I tightened all around him and he purred for me once more. I lost control after that.

  My fingers dug into his back as I held on tight. I pressed my cheek against his shoulder and my hips ground down onto him, over and over, taking him deeper and deeper until all of a sudden it was too much. My world exploded into a brilliant display of white-hot ecstasy and my lips opened just enough for a desperate cry of pleasure to escape them.

  He didn’t stop nor did he slow down even a little bit. In fact, he started fucking me even faster and harder than before and my orgasm imploded in on itself. My core tightened down hard around him, and my inner walls tugged at him greedily. I took everything he gave me and more until my entire world turned a sheen of red that held me prisoner in its wake.

  When that first release started to fade, I expected my heat to gradually follow and fade into nothingness, but it didn’t. It only grew stronger. His cock speared into me so deeply that it brushed against my cervix, and still I wanted more. I couldn’t get enough of him and he couldn’t get enough of me.

  My pussy ached from the size of his massive form, but it didn’t matter. I rode him with everything I had to give. His hands leisurely gripped my hips until he grasped my bottom and squeezed hard.

  A burning sting radiated across my backside, awakening the welts he’d left behind with his belt. His fingers squeezed tighter and I moaned quietly. That only seemed to make him grip my bottom tighter, to make it hurt even more and that made my second orgasm crash over me far quicker than the first.

  “Please,” I begged and he pistoned into me so hard that my back banged against the wall. He was so rough with me that it was painful, but that only forced my pleasure to even greater heights than I was ready for. I took it all anyway. Maybe it was greedy of me. Maybe it was unwise.

  He was the enemy.

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

  But it was.

  It really was.

  His hands gripped my body as if he couldn’t bear to let me go and I did the same. My fingers clawed at his back and his grasped mine with painful intensity. His cock thrust in and out of me with frenzied intensity and I took it all.

  My ecstasy felt like an overwhelming chasm of sensation. My body twisted and writhed in a freefall of pleasure that consumed me from within.

  It didn’t stop. It never stopped.

  It only grew stronger. Eventually, Magnar pressed my back down against the pillows and blankets of my nest and the sweetness of that moment wasn’t lost on me. He fucked me so deeply that it was as if our souls touched and were connected as one.

  I wasn’t sure if it was instinct, love, or something else. I almost didn’t want to know and as a third orgasm ravaged me, I forgot about it entirely.

  Every muscle in my body began to tremble. He thrust into me hard and every nerve beneath my skin fired with electricity. A blissful buzzing fluttered just beneath my flesh and my heart pounded so hard that I could feel it in the tips of my toes. I pressed up against his chest, feeling my nipples pebble firmly against the soft hairs that played across his firm physique. My hands explored his body with frantic need, yearning for him so much it hu
rt. My hips rocked back and forth and as I came again, I held him even more tightly than before.

  “Hands above your head, omega,” he growled softly. There was enough dominance behind that sound to send my body into a violent tremble and I felt my core clamp down hard enough to force a rush of slick down onto his cock. The blankets were soaked with it beneath me and I couldn’t stop a heated flush from burning across my cheeks at the realization.

  For some reason I didn’t just want to obey him. I wanted him to make me. I wanted him to just take it. I needed him to just take me.

  I snarled in challenge back at him.

  His fingers grasped my wrists and forced them over my head. Both of them were dwarfed by the size of his hand. His other hand slid down my side and gripped my hipbone, grasping hard enough so that I was sure there would be marks left there for some time. For some reason, that just made me hotter. I writhed underneath his massive form, unable to stop myself from grinding my hips forward and pressing my body against his. He thrust so hard into me that my breasts jiggled with every single one.

  For a moment, I wondered if he was bruising me. As another orgasm ripped through me, I decided that I didn’t care.

  Eventually, I lost track of the number of orgasms he gave me. At some point, it just felt as if I was rising and falling on the wind, never knowing when it was going to stop and not wanted to fall. His touch on my skin was like heaven and hell, a beautiful destructive sin that I never wanted to end.

  My screams turned primal. With every moan, I was reminded of a wild animal. I wondered if I’d gone rabid and this incredible savagery was the only thing that would be left of me in the end.

  Maybe this would just be how I was now.

  We fucked endlessly. It could have been hours or days, but nothing mattered other than the sweat on our skin and the slick between my legs. He claimed me so thoroughly that I questioned if I would be able to walk normally. My pleasure ravaged me, over and over again until I was a sodden mess of quivering sensation.