Текст книги "Scars of his warth"

Автор книги: Zoey Ellis

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Tears sprung to her eyes, clinging to her lashes as they fluttered. This was the worst nightmare she could ever have imagined, and she knew he was behind it. He’d done something. She didn’t know how. All she knew was that she did not want, could not want him after everything he’d done, after everything he planned to do.

It wasn’t as though she hadn’t been through her heat without an Alpha before. Her mother had insisted that she experience it three times before permanently creating her blocks. Mama wanted Naya to understand how it worked—the fact that she would have no memory of her Haze until hours after it had finished, the fact that she would be a completely different person during it, someone who only wanted an Alpha at the detriment of her own safety, someone who only wanted to be bred constantly, someone who had no care for food or drink sustenance or hydration. All needs became less important except for the need to breed.

Mama had experienced it on her own when she was younger and she knew what to do. Each of the three times, she’d locked Naya in a room and had given her water and food. It had been a shocking and horrifying experience, but Naya understood after going through it that who she was during her Haze was not who she was in her right mind.

Instead she was a needy cock-seeking Omega who just wanted to find an Alpha, who would bring her to orgasm after orgasm in an attempt to sate the frenzied need that was never fulfilled. She was grateful to Mama for making her experience what it was like, but she never wanted to go through it again, at least not without her true mate. And now her true mate was going to use it to abuse the opportunity in front of him.

She was so horrified by the situation that she didn't realize he had moved closer, stalking around the table to get to her, until he was right next to her and sweeping her into his arms.

Instantly she fought him, but his scent surrounded her. It had changed too and, damn it was so good—the deeper, pungent headiness of Alpha going into a rut.

He carried her out of the room, and each step he took brought her nose closer to his neck. Grabbing his clothes, scrunching them in her fists the way she had with her own, trying to hold off. She couldn't so easily submit to him, but she knew that by the time she sank into her heat, she wouldn’t even try to resist.

Her heart sunk into a wild despair. This was the worst outcome that could have happened from her being captured by him. Everything that happened in the desert was better than being out of her mind and a willing participant in what was about to happen.

"Please," she whispered, her nose nestling directly on his neck now. "Please… Please…." She didn't know what she was begging for—for him to let her go, or for him to find somewhere that he could pin her down and fuck her.

Heat between her legs spread up to her stomach, butterflies trembling, the wetness smearing her thighs, increasing at her center preparing her for him. "No," she mumbled.

People were talking, hurried voices around them as he strode down the corridor. The Alpha didn't respond. He turned down a few more corridors before barking at someone and entering a room.

He gently put her down, tilting her head back to look into her eyes.

He was looking for her golden sight—the golden sheen that entered an Omega’s pupils when she was fully in her Haze. The golden sheen that helped her to see which Alpha would breed her successfully, the Alpha who was most suited to her.

She blinked, gaining clarity now that her nose wasn’t against him. "Let me go," she rasped. "Please, I am begging you. Let me stay in here on my own. Just provide me with water. I will be fine in a few days."

Akoro's eyes searched hers. "You think I will deprive myself?"

Naya’s eyes widened in horror. She slammed her hand against him, pushing him as she backed away from him. "I am a treat?" she yelled. "My Haze is something for you to indulge in? A fucking reward?"

Akoro said nothing, simply watched her.

"This is why you do not deserve it!" she hissed. “You are using me… You’re not fit. I—“ She lifted a trembling hand, rubbing her forehead, trying to remember what she was angry about.

"You will be locked in here while I go and get water and food," Akoro said, turning toward the door. “I don’t want anyone coming to the door. Behave.”

"Don't come back!" she yelled, even though her body screamed with dissatisfaction that he was leaving.

When he left, she looked around the room, realizing that she was in a bedroom. It was smaller than the one she’d been using, but blankets and bedding covered most of the floor, as though it had been prepared for her in advance.

Tears tracked down her face and she wiped them away. He had prepared for her heat. This was what he’d been doing since she told him about them. He was using it to take advantage of her again to discard her after he’d taken everything from her. And there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening.

She sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly as her heat came over her, fiery, hungry, desperate. She tried to focus. Yes, she might go into a heat, beg and plead for him, be a completely different person. But he would never have the real her, he would never have his actual mate. No matter what he did, she would never give her real self to him.

The best thing she could hope for was that she didn't come out of her Haze pregnant. It was doubtful that she would, but she couldn't trust anything. All this time she thought that her blocks were intact, but for some reason the healer had been protecting her. Her blocks had also provided her with pregnancy prevention in case she was ever assaulted, but whether that was even a factor now, she didn't know. All she could do was hope.

She backed up against the wall, curling up tight as her heat crashed over her, turning her into a quivering mess of need, want, and sexual frustration.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

It was so warm.

Her fingers fought the buttons and ties that would release her from her clothing. They were much too warm and covered too much of her skin. It took a while, there were so many fabrics and layers, but finally they all lay on the floor.

She looked around the room. Plenty of bedding and blankets and pillows for her to settle into, which lifted her heart. But the biggest problem she could see was that there was no Alpha.

She whimpered in the back of her throat. Her need was rising, becoming overwhelming. She slipped a hand between her legs, then pulled them away. She didn't notice any food in the room; she had to wait. So she found a position against the wall and kneeled, sitting back on her heels, waiting. She didn't have to wait long.

The door opened and a handsome Alpha entered, carrying a pitcher and goblets. His eyes searched her out, freezing when he saw her sitting, waiting obediently. Being good.

He placed the pitcher and goblets down on the table by the door, and locked the door. Eyes sweeping about her, he took in her position—sitting on her heels, her nipples hard, her slick so abundant that her scent filled the room.

The Alpha undressed, loosening his buttons and ties, revealing muscle, taut skin, and allowing his thick scent to claim the room. He shone with the golden glow that told her he was perfect. This was the Alpha that should breed her; she was sure of it. Sighing with delight, a lightness lifted her chest.

But she had to wait. She had to be good.

He unbuckled himself, drawing down his pants and kicking away his shoes, until he was just as naked as her. And every inch of him was spectacular. Beautiful skin, scarred and marked, proving he was an Alpha who had battled. Each scar delighted her, and her slick poured out of her, drenching the pillow underneath her, but still she did not move. She had to wait. It was important.

The Alpha came toward her, his hard cock bobbing with each step, until he was looking down at her.

"Nayara," he said. She stared at him, waiting.

His eyes swept her body again, taking in her hands and her position. Noticing that she was being good.

"You have been trained," he scowled.

The Omega's eyes widened. He was angry with her?

"Who has trained you?"

She tucked herself in more tightly, hoping to appease him. She had done everything she was supposed to do; he was supposed to take her now.

"Who has trained you?" he bellowed. He paced the room, his eyes watching her, aggression tightening the bulk of his arms and his chest, a tight face of fury.

The Omega watched him, marveling in the strength of his anger and she waited patiently the way she was supposed to. The Alpha came toward her, and her breath hitched, nerves making her stomach lurch and her thighs tighten. He dropped in front of her.

“Tell me," he ordered. "Tell me who trained you. What Alpha has had you in your heat?"

She stared back at him, waiting to be taken so patiently. It was unbearable—almost impossible to resist, but she had to be good.

"Tell me!" His warm breath hit her face and she couldn’t help it.

A hand lifted, her fingers trembling as they reached higher.

He grabbed the back of her head and wrenched it back. Pain exploded, but that was expected with an Alpha. It came with the pleasure, she knew that. Her fingers continued their trajectory, lifting until they touched his cheek.

At her touch, he exhaled and released her. She shuffled closer to him, knowing it wasn't what an obedient Omega should do, but unable to help it. His scent called to her, beautifully complex, deep and heady.

"Nayara."

She leaned forward, inhaling as her eyes drooped.

"Omega."

Her eyes snapped up to his. “Alpha,” she breathed.

"Who trained you?" This time, his voice was quieter, struggling to remain even.

She frowned at him. Why wasn't he already inside her? He was very talkative, and she wasn’t sure she like that.

But then he touched her, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her up toward him.

"I know you’re not in your right mind now, Nayara," he said to her, his eyes wild. "I know you have no interest in what I'm saying, but after your heat, when you remember this conversation, I want to know who the fuck you had serving you in your heats. I want to know who trained you. And I want to know immediately!"

He buried his nose in her neck, breathing deeply, a growl of satisfaction rumbling from his chest, and the Omega whimpered, a thrill shooting through her body. She wound her arms around him, trying to feel every hard muscle, but he was already sucking onto her breasts, licking and biting as he scooped her small, naked body into his.

She sighed with delight when he crowded her—skin against skin, his scent dominating hers. His mouth sought to cover every area of her body with nips from his teeth and slow dragging laps of his tongue. The Omega sighed and moaned, especially when he nibbled between her thighs. It was heaven but it wasn’t enough.

He picked her up and placed her on the bed, spreading her out. Her knees were wide, her feet pointed, her body curved as she lifted her head to look at him. His drunk gaze absorbed her from her head to her toes, and the growl that came from him didn't seem to be one he was aware of.

As he stroked himself, he leaned forward, kissing the top of her foot, his eyes on her center. And then his nose eased into her core, breathing deeply, his tongue snaking into her, and dabbing her entrance.

The Omega moaned, her head back, writhing and grinding onto his face while his tongue worked, the sensations much too dangerous, like chasing a madness too sweet for a sane mind.

Just as she was about to fall into the insanity, he climbed higher and wedged his thick tip into her sensitive entrance, then slowly impaled her in one, long, never-ending invasion, forcing the tight channel to open around him. The Omega cried out, but she bit her lip when he pinned her down and secured her until his balls rested against her. And then he was fucking her.

The Omega couldn't catch her breath, her body shunting into the bed, a chaotic rhythm pounded out by the Alpha thrusting between her legs. She gasped and twisted, unable to escape the bite of the dragging of her flesh. She wanted him so badly, but the pain was getting in the way.

His mouth found her neck, sucking on a sweet spot that made her body turn silky, her legs turn soft. And in that submission, something happened. An exquisite pleasure multiplied, spreading from where they connected throughout her body.

The peppery musk of his scent aroused her even more, producing slick that made their joining sloppy, and each slam clapped out into the room, underscoring her rising squeals.

Her fingers itched up his arms, marveling at the thickness of the corded muscles, but when he pinned down her arms, removing all ability for her to move, she arched her back, delight and satisfaction heightening her arousal.

The alpha swore, at least she thought he did. All she knew was his voice, grit and boom, the sexiest sound beyond their smacking of flesh. With each thrust, he claimed her completely reaching deeper and deeper into her, the weight of his whole body behind each slam of his hips. Her pleasure twisted and tumbled, morphing into a sultry peak.

Her pleasure tore her apart, funneling like a whirlwind up the core of her body and spreading into an intense peak. Convulsing and arching, she jostled against him. But the Alpha didn't stop, he fucked her with the same relentless power, the grunts from his throat the only indication of his pleasure.

This was heaven. She lifted her nose to reach his neck, but he was turning over and taking her with him. She found herself on top, breasts against his chest, his hand on her hip as he continued to fuck her from underneath. She braced herself, rising up and rolling her hips to deepen his thrusts.

The Alpha groaned, but the need had started to build again. Planting her feet on the bed, she crouched over him, slamming her hips down, the clap of her ass on his thighs drowning his low groans.

She watched her channel swallowing his cock, the mess around their joining squelching through the room him each time her hips came down. A pressure around her neck cut off the squeal from her throat.

The Alpha held her there, lifting her head up, his eyes drawn to the sight of them that she’d been watching. The pressure heightened the feel of him inside her, and she moaned as his thumb moved underneath her chin. She drove herself down on him, seeking to sate the raw desperation and need that only he could fulfill. Her whimpers and moans turned into wails as the ecstasy built again, gripping her whole body.

And then she was jerking and shuddering and clenching, screaming her devastation. The intensity devoured her, and she squeezed down on the Alpha’s cock stiff for a long moment, while he worked her on him, before collapsing.

And yet he still was not finished with her.

The Omega lost count of how many positions the Alpha fucked her in. He was demanding and thorough and took pleasure in slapping, gripping, and moving her into any position she wanted. He wanted skin available to lick while he fucked, and fresh slick available to spread over his mouth and nose when he changed position. He was filthy and controlling, pinning her down when she whimpered at him too long and ramming her into a delirious babble.

Whenever she came, he rubbed and patted her, murmured foreign words of praise and nudged her affectionately with his nose. Finally, as his grunts became louder and rougher, she knew what was coming.

He flipped her over onto her back again, driving in without missing a beat, his rough rasp in her ear as his own orgasm built. The Omega caged his hips between her legs, urging him on to give her what she needed.

He shuddered, his cock driving deep, spurting inside her as the base enlarged, the stretch so raw and wide. Breathless, she clung to him, gasping at the huge knot locking them together. The Alpha kept spurting, his orgasm powerful and long, filling her with what she needed, what she wanted and desired.

She sighed, the panting of her breath hitched. The Alpha cuddled her into his arms, secure and safe. Nestling her nose against his sweaty neck, she rubbed on it, covering herself and then breathing him in. He smelled divine; better than anything she'd ever known. When the drowsiness overcame her, and she embraced it, her cunt still fluttering on his knot, she let herself enjoy being in the arms of her Alpha.

After that, whenever she woke, she was fucked and knotted in every position imaginable.

When the bed got soaked with her slick and became uncomfortable for her to lie in, he pulled the sheets off the bed and replaced them with other blankets and pillows from around the room.

Eventually, the entire bed was filled with blankets saturated with their scent, which was highly pleasing to her. She was in a state of heightened satisfaction. This was how an Omega was supposed to exist, filled with her Alpha’s seed, sore from his knot, and covered in his saliva and scent. Nothing existed outside of them. It was blissful—the most satisfying state.

Although once after he’d knotted her in a sitting position, his arms around her and her head on his chest, he pulled her back away from him and spoke. Again the words were jumbled. She stared at him, her weak eyes barely able to stay open. But the longer he spoke, the angrier he seemed to get. The words came out even quicker now, a jumbled quick mess of communication.

The Omega tried to settle in his arms, but he was holding her too upright. She frowned. Was he trying to punish her? She searched his face as he continued talking, trying to determine what he was doing. He shouldn't need to talk, she shouldn't need to talk. Their purpose was defined by their instincts.

He had knotted her; he had fulfilled his purpose for now, he should let her rest. And yet, the words kept coming, harder and louder. He was getting angry.

She leaned forward, watching him closely, the words beautiful and harsh and hard, and she leaned up and pressed her lips on his.

He silenced immediately, his body still.

She pressed harder and captured his bottom lip in hers. She moaned at the feel and taste of him, salty and sweaty and delicious. She sucked on his bottom lip, and pressed further, eager for more.

He opened his mouth, and she deepened the kiss. A shudder going through her at the delight of his breath on her, his tongue sneaking out to meet hers. The Alpha took over, gathered her in his arms, jolting her a little on his knot and kissed her deeply. The Omega revealed this new experience of her Alpha while she sat on his knot.

After that, they kissed often, yet he never instigated it. He waited for her to kiss him first.

She sensed that he wanted it when he knotted her. He stroked her hair, his eyes roaming her face and lingering on her lips. And that was her signed to lean forward and capture him, until he took over and devoured her, leaving her breathless and swollen.

In between being knotted and asleep, the Alpha ensured that she drank goblets of water. He also brought food to her, but she was much less interested in destroying the taste of him on her tongue with that. Hunger wasn’t her priority, her arousal was her most important concern.

But that didn't stop him from continuing to bring food to her. She refused unless he forced it down her throat. He didn't do it often, but he followed his instinct for how often she needed it.

Once when he stood by the bed, eating a slice of bread after forcing her to take a bite, she crawled to him and licked along his length.

The Alpha grunted, his eyes lowering to look at her.

Sticky with her slick and tasting of them both, the hard, smooth object of her attention twitched as she took it in her mouth, sucking and licking the head for a more intense taste.

The Alpha made a strained noise and suddenly she was being pushed down onto the bed again and impaled. She protested, wanting more of him in her mouth, but the thought soon went out of her mind. Any chance she got, she sunk her mouth down on him, eager for the taste of him, and once he realized, he watched her suck him, even holding her head to fuck her mouth.

She never tired of it, although he never let his seed go anywhere but deep inside her, which was exactly where she wanted it. Any seed that didn’t fill her was wasted. As much as she reveled in the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth, she had to be a good Omega.

An Alpha like him deserved it. He was perfection in the form of an Alpha.

She couldn't remember any other Alpha, but instinctively knew this one was perfect.

She was pleased that he reveled in her too—the way he gathered her into him, caressed her skin, and dragged his tongue all over her, marking her with his scent—and she preened when he kissed her back, fiercely as though he couldn't get enough.

It was such a satisfying experience being with him, that when she began to sleep more, she thought nothing of it. The scent of them soothed her, even when things began to feel uncomfortable, like the constant wetness between her legs. The soreness that never seemed to go away.

She slept more, even though the Alpha did not let up on his punishing attentions on her. Sometimes she woke to him slapping her thighs apart so he could sink in. She always widened her legs to accommodate him, her body jolting with his slams as she sighed in exhaustion, yawns gripping her.

But as she became sleepier, the urge to fuck him faded, even though he still wanted her in his arms, to knot and kiss.

Once when she was dozing on his bicep, his arms holding her while his knot stretched her wide, he tapped her cheek, serious eyes roaming her face. The Omega blinked awake, suddenly guilty that she wasn't behaving for her Alpha. She straightened, alert to what he might need, and it was only when his eyes dropped to her mouth, that she realized what he was missing. Threading her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her and kissed him.

He took over almost instantly, locking his mouth with hers, sucking her tongue and grazing the inside of her mouth. He bit down her chin then to her neck, where he breathed in her scent and released a rumble that lasted long enough to turn into a groan.

But the Omega was already falling back asleep, squeezing down on his knot to make sure she was still plugged full of him, and not too bothered by his obsession for her mouth.