Primal Page 18

It was silly of me to even try.

  He whipped my bottom six times, starting at the top of my cheeks and stopping at the middle of my thighs. Overwhelmed with painful sensation, I tried to manage the rising tide of agony, but it was useless. With every second that passed, the burning ache intensified. I cried out. I writhed over the pillow, but nothing stopped the scalding bite of the belt.

  And it had only just begun.

  He punished my bottom with that terrible leather strap until I was on the brink of tears and still, he didn’t stop. I gasped for air and my eyes watered. At that moment, he grabbed another pillow and made me lift my hips so that my bottom was raised even higher for him. Once again, he commanded that I keep my legs spread for him and I did, although I didn’t know how much more control that I’d be able to have over them once the belt began falling once again. I whimpered and his fingers delved between my thighs once more.

  “So much wetter than before, little omega. Are you ready to break for me?” he asked.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I whispered even though I was terrified of giving him confirmation.

  The warm leather pressed against my skin and his other hand returned to my lower back, holding me in place. Even though I knew this was going to hurt, his flesh against mine was a comfort and the bond pulsed hard between us because of it.

  The belt whipped me hard and fast after that. Tears edged at the corners of my vision and soon enough, they began to drip down my cheeks. I wailed and cried, but the belt bit into my bottom again and again until I was sobbing and pleading for mercy. He thoroughly marked my backside with that belt, ensuring to lash my bottom and my thighs hard enough so that I knew sitting would hurt for the next several days.

  My tears weren’t falling just from the belt, however. The accumulation of years of hurt and sadness, from being taken against my will to having my child taken away and being forced to live under the thumb of the Cult, poured out of me and it was as if a terrible weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Vikar had taken that from me and given me that freedom. Together, we’d freed Esme and now we would had the rest of our lives to enjoy each other as a family.

  I loved him.

  I adored him.

  I needed him.

  Carefully, he lifted my body from the pillows and deposited me on the bed.

  “On your knees, little omega. Lean down on your elbows and present that soaking wet pussy for me. I want to see it before I turn it bright pink with my belt,” he commanded.

  I was lost in an endless sense of freedom, arousal, and need. I’d given him the reins and he’d taken control completely.

  I arranged myself as he instructed and arched my back, showing him how much I needed him right now. He took his time in looking at me and I bit my lip as I waited. I squirmed just a little, hoping to entice him, but I was only rewarded with the warm leather of his belt pressing against my wet folds.

  I whimpered quietly, unable to stop myself. He didn’t move to strike me with it just yet; instead he just left it there and made me think about how much it was going to hurt to take his lash on my wet and bare pussy.

  The anticipation was almost worse than the act itself.

  Almost.

  The first crack of the belt sounded like a firecracker. Then it began to burn like one. At first, it simmered and ached. After that, it exploded in a fiery pit of agony that consumed me. At the very edge of that cruel blow, there was something else though: pleasure, and it grew stronger with every passing moment.

  The second one came not long after the first, but the harsh bite of pain was not sharp enough to outweigh the intense need within me. Agony and desire warred within me and even though it hurt to take the belt between my legs, I wanted to take it. I arched my back, presenting myself for him even as I trembled knowing what was to come.

  The third and final stroke bit into my tender flesh hardest of all. I cried out, the high pitch giving away just how much it hurt. I writhed on the bed, utterly failing to keep myself up on my knees any longer and his arms wound around me. He pulled me to him and firmly pressed his finger between my thighs.

  “Such a good girl. Would you like to come just once for me?” he asked.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I wailed through my tears. His touch against my scalded skin burned just like the lash of the leather, but I wanted it anyway. He was ruthless as he circled my clit. He didn’t start slow, though I hadn’t expected him to. He pressed firmly on my clit and forced my pleasure forward with a certain roughness that I had come to adore.

  Slick poured down my thighs and I trembled as my desire burst forth. My core fell in on itself and in a matter of moments, my orgasm was quaking for release. My pussy clenched down hard and I moaned as he held me tight.

  Heated bliss tore through me, obliterating any rational thought in my mind. I screamed with my release as my thighs trembled for him. I came for my alpha and I came hard. My wetness was dripping down my legs, likely leaving a wet spot beneath me and on his pants as I pressed up against him. He forced me to take every last second of my release, and I loved it.

  I didn’t want it to end, but when that first orgasm finally began to ebb away, he slowly lowered me down on my knees in front of him. He was gentle, but I knew that wasn’t going to last long.

  “Thank you for the orgasm, Alpha,” I breathed, trying to quell the hammering of my heart but it was useless. I never could when I was around him.

  “You’re going to thank me for it with that pretty mouth now, little omega,” he purred softly, and I moaned with need. My arousal pooled beneath me and I watched with unquenchable desire as he unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock. I licked my lips in anticipation as I waited to see all of him. I squirmed nervously, remembering just how sore it had made me that last time we were together, and my pussy clenched tightly at the thought.

  Fuck. Just laying eyes on his cock made my body pulse with need.

  His cock was just as thick and enormous as I remembered. I leaned forward, licking my lips as I stared at how very hard his cock was for me. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and licked his entire length from the base to the tip and he rewarded me with a purr that made my core twist inward with insatiable need. I slowly surrounded the head with my lips and suckled him softly, teasing him with my warm wetness before I grew bolder and took him more deeply into my throat. He purred again, the sound more like a groan than anything else and my pussy fluttered with heat. It made me wet to hear his sounds of pleasure and I tried even harder to please him because of it.

  His cock throbbed against my tongue. I could feel every pulse of his desire in my mouth and when his fingers caressed the side of my face, I pressed my cheek against him. I craved his touch and as he threaded his hands through my hair, I welcomed the moment when he took control from me for himself. I had known it was coming from the very start.

  He thrust into my mouth hard. I struggled to take his length as he pushed past the barrier at the back of my throat and that didn’t stop him. It didn’t even make him pause, not even for a second. I gagged, but he didn’t care. Instead, he pistoned in and out of me with ever increasing intensity. It took an inordinate amount of effort for me to contain my automatic reflex and my eyes watered. He used my mouth as he pleased, and I took everything he gave me no matter how much I struggled. I swirled my tongue around his length and suckled his cock the best that I could. A few tears dripped down my cheeks and he groaned just as his fingers tightened and pulled my hair harder. I moaned around him, lost in the burning agony that had blossomed across the back of my scalp and the soreness in my throat.

  He growled and the pain spread to my core as it cramped hard enough to force a rush of slick down my thighs. I cried out and he thrust even deeper, claiming every inch of my throat that he could. I whimpered, the sound shamefully muffled by his cock. The velvet softness of his skin against my tongue lulled me into a needy little omega and the longer he used my mouth, the more it hurt. It was also incredibly arousing at the same time.

  I wasn’t ready fo
r the moment when his seed spurted against the back of my throat, but I did my best to swallow every last drop. Initially, I choked around his girth but with every hot burst of alpha cum that spread across my tongue, it became easier and I took it all down into my belly. His cock throbbed and I could feel each pulse against the warm wetness of my mouth. His thrusts slowed as I gradually cleaned him off. I made sure I didn’t miss a single drop of his delicious seed and he purred softly in appreciation.

  He pulled free from my throat, using his hand to lift my chin. Very slowly, he dragged his thumb across my lower lip, catching a stray drop of his seed and he forced it in between my lips. I sucked his thumb hard, wanting to earn the privilege of riding his cock next. He grinned with dark pleasure and a shudder of feverish need raced down my spine.

  “Up on your feet now, Luna. Sit down on the bed and spread your legs for me,” he instructed quietly. There was a dangerous undertone in his words, and I rushed to obey. My legs felt weak and I grabbed his wrist to help pull myself up. He saw my struggle and helped me to my feet, but he waited expectantly for my obedience after that.

  I lowered myself to the bed onto my fingers to slow the rate of my descent, but it didn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips as the welts on my bare backside from the fierce bite of the belt pressed against the soft surface. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep quiet. Vikar smirked back at me knowingly though. He knew my bottom was sore and he also knew that simple fact was making me soaking wet with arousal.

  Hesitantly, I opened my legs to show him exactly that.

  Casually, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, keeping his eyes on the vision of me the entire time. He studied the wetness dripping along my thigh as he pushed his pants down his hips. His cock was hard again already and I couldn’t help it as my pussy tightened in anxious anticipation of what was to come. I wondered if he’d been able to see it.

  His smirk widened and as he stood naked before me, I allowed myself to admire his chiseled arms, the hard lines of his torso, and the soft hair on his chest. I wanted to reach for him, but I didn’t dare move. Swallowing heavily, I trembled as he strode toward me and I dropped my eyes to revel in the sight of his cock. His fingers drifted between my thighs, gliding along my wetness and I shuddered with arousal.

  “Were you looking at your alpha’s cock, little omega?” he asked, and I flushed with shame.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I admitted, knowing that he expected nothing less.

  His fingertips teased my clit, just applying enough pleasure to stoke the fires of my arousal even further and make my core pulse, but not enough to make me fly off into the clouds of exquisite bliss.

  “Were you imagining my cock taking this tight little pussy, my naughty little omega?” he asked as he slipped a single finger inside me. I tightened around him and he smirked. My fists tightened on the bed and I arched toward him, wanting so much more. He held me in suspense, leaving me on the cusp and reminding me that he was in control.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I answered.

  He pulled free of my entrance and slapped my pussy hard enough to make me cry out in unexpected agony and needy arousal that refused to fade no matter what he did to me. I hummed with need as his palm reignited the burning lines of fire his belt had painted between my thighs. The sound of his skin slapping against my wet folds was embarrassingly loud and I blushed even harder.

  “Please,” I begged. I felt like I was burning up. I wanted him so badly that it hurt.

  He sat down beside me and pulled me onto his lap. I was facing him, and his eyes searched mine, taking in my shame and enjoying every second of it.

  “I want you to lower yourself down on my cock, little omega, but you’re going to keep your eyes on mine as you take every last inch. Do you understand me?” he commanded. His gaze was level with my own and the darkness in his eyes was terrifying at the same time that it was arousing. My entire body quaked hard and I wound my arms around his neck. At first, my movements were tentative, and he growled, forcing my core to twist in needy agony. I cried out and forced myself to move faster despite the ache hurtling through me. I rose up and situated myself above him, feeling the head of his cock against my entrance and I drew in an anxious breath.

  “Faster, little omega. If I’m not impressed, I’ll neglect that needy little pussy and fuck your naughty bottom instead,” he threatened.

  I keened as I lowered myself more swiftly, forcing the enormous tip of his cock inside me even though it hurt. I was so wet that he slipped inside me with ease, but that didn’t stop my body from burning as it stretched to take his massive girth. I whimpered and I cried as I took every last inch, but when my backside finally touched his thighs, I sighed with relief. He never took his eyes from mine and watched every last detail as I took him inside me. It was shameful and powerful, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

  It hurt. It felt wonderful. It was exactly what I needed.

  I had missed this. I needed him right now and I pressed myself against his chest. My arms remained wound around his neck and my inner walls fluttered around his length.

  “I can feel your pretty little pussy tightening around my cock, little omega,” he murmured, and my blush deepened. His eyes searched mine and I almost felt like he could see all the way down into the very depths of my soul. Our bond pulsed steadily, and my entire body felt as though it had stepped into an open flame.

  Hesitantly, I dropped my eyes down to his shoulder and then back to his gaze.

  “Ride me hard, little omega. Wear yourself out on my cock and I might just reward you with my knot,” he demanded.

  I didn’t think. I just did.

  My hips rolled forward and I moaned, feeling his cock scraping against my cervix. I lifted my hips and lowered them, riding him in a smooth motion and taking every inch. He placed his hand between my thighs and angled it in such a way that I would tease my clit every time I rocked forward when I rode his cock.

  I lost myself.

  His cock was so big, and I was already too far gone. My bottom ached from his belt and my sore and well-spanked pussy was tender and so very sensitive; my arousal spiked so quickly that it left me reeling.

  “You’re riding my cock like a little omega that needs another taste of her alpha’s belt,” he warned, and my entire body quaked as I approached the edge of bliss. His threat only made me hotter and I started rocking back and forth even more quickly than before. I dug my nails into his shoulder, using him for support as I rode him faster and faster. My clit pulsed hard several times and then the only thing I knew was endless incredible ecstasy.

  White-hot light blinded me as I lost myself in one release after the next. With his fingers on my clit and his cock inside me, there was nothing I could do to fight the consuming pleasure that threatened to destroy me. I rode him as hard as I dared, not caring that my muscles were sore or that my nipples were hard as they scraped against the hair on his chest.

  Instinct surged inside me.

  He was my alpha. My mate. Mine.

  A primal need came over me like I’d never experienced before.

  I needed to complete the pair bond. He’d chosen me and now I wanted to choose him. I turned my head and gazed at his shoulder. I lowered my lips and kissed him gently. He purred and my pussy spasmed around his cock and at that moment, every rational thought in my mind was obliterated all at once.

  The urge to mark him as mine was too strong and I didn’t fight it. I gave in. Without pause, I bit into his flesh and the pair bond exploded between us even more fiercely than when he had marked me. It forced me into an instant orgasm that overwhelmed me in infinite sensation that threatened to render me undone.

  We were one.

  Mine.

  Ours.

  Together forever.

  It was even more incredible than I had imagined. I’d heard rumors of a fully forged pair bond, but I’d never seen one and I’d certainly never felt one until now. An alpha could claim an omega, but if she never marked him in return, the bo
nd would only be partially formed.

  Nothing could have prepared me for something like this. It was so powerful that my eyes rolled back in my head and I trembled under its raw primal intensity.

  Our connection was complete. I could feel his thoughts, his emotions, his fear, his anger, but most important of all, I could feel his love and he could feel mine. I rode him hard and fast, taking him as deeply as I could. I never wanted to stop.

  I came countless times. I didn’t even try to keep track. Instead, I just kept coming one after another until every single muscle in my body ached. My pussy was incredibly sore, but that didn’t matter. Occasionally, he would purr for me, which would make my orgasm more pleasurable and other times he would growl, giving each release a more painful edge that broke me. I tasted his blood on my tongue and the lingering sweetness of his seed mixed together in an intoxicating mixture that left me breathless and insatiable.

  I rode him like a wild animal. I gave him everything and when he gripped the hair possessively at the back of my head, I welcomed the pleasure and pain that hurtled through me unhindered. Roughly, he wrenched my head back and I keened, coming as the intensifying sensations rolled into one blinding sheen of bliss.

  Quickly, he let go and traced the fingers of that hand down my spine. He continued down the cleft of my ass, before he gathered my wetness and pressed the tip of his finger directly over top of my bottom hole. I didn’t dare to pause my movement, so when he forced that thick finger inside of me, I keened as the burning pain raced up and down my spine before it settled in my core and drove me mad with sizzling arousal.

  The base of his cock widened, and I gasped as a fresh wave of agony twisted into my core.

  “What’s about to happen, my sweet little omega?” he whispered, capturing my gaze with his once more. My body tightened and he smirked knowingly.

  “I’m going to take your knot with your finger in my bottom, Alpha,” I whimpered.

  “That’s not all that’s going to happen, is it?” he whispered seductively.

  “No, Alpha.” Shameful arousal scalded me from within.