He roars out his release. I offer him everything he desires, and not a drop of resistance. I stay where he put me, lain on the couch like something claimed. Only surrender, only him and the use he might have for me.
He grabs my hips in a bruising hold, rips his knot from me, and then brutally stuffs it back in again.
Shock rips through me—agony and then bliss, untamed and absolute. It drowns everything else and sets me convulsing yet again. Not satisfied with doing this once, he does it again and again. I’m nothing but a toy to him, something to use, to break for his pleasure. The brutality of his penetrations finds a twisted switch within me. This is what’s been missing all my life, what I’ve craved without knowing.
He breaks me. And I never want him to stop.
It takes a moment for the words spilling from his lips to cut through the haze of his pounding strokes.
“I’m going to ruin you… This pussy. Mine. No other alpha will feel your lips around his cock… No other will touch you… I want their names. The names of every man or woman who has ever touched you. Every alpha, beta… Even the fucking omegas… I don’t care who they are. I don’t care about their rank. I’m going to fuck them up for daring to put their hands on what’s mine… Your hands are mine… Your lips are mine. Your pussy, one hundred percent mine… And this tight little asshole that’s begging to be taken. All of them are mine.”
“They’re yours,” I pant. I’m in freefall. I’m drowning in him even as he’s the tether that keeps my head above the water, saving me.
And he fucks me despite the knot. I feel so open, used—the best feeling in the world. The slap as flesh meets, the bruises his hands will make. I welcome all of it. I welcome the delectable stretch. I want to be remade and put back together for him and only him.
I can feel myself teetering. Heat? Forced heat. There are two ways of doing it, and rough fucking is one of them. Except I should have tipped over by now. But I don’t. I hang, caught in this jagged edge of denial.
The sense of danger creeps back in, swelling in my gut. Wrong, twisted, coiled tight, begging for release that nevercomes. And yet something else is burrowing into my chest, an awareness.
Of him?
Feral.
Untamed, lurking under the facade.
A hidden part revealing. A monsterawakening.
For me?
Panic rises, pushing into the dreamscape of bliss. Who is this man? Why do I feel like he’s so much more than what he seems?
He stills with a roar. The bulge of his knot impossibly grows, pressing into pleasure trigger points that command my body to respond. I’m tumbling and tumbling, over and over, spasming and twitching under him as he holds me still and pumps me full of seed.
An alert blares. The ten-minute warning to be ready for boarding the drop ship for deployment.
He mutters a curse. “Well, this very fucking inconvenient.”
I’m barely conscious and still twitching with my climax, but a giggle bubbles up.
His palm lands against my ass with a sharp spank that makes my pussy clench over him.
I groan and giggle again.
“Think this is funny, huh?” he mutters without heat. And then he pulls out.
A gush of cum spills out. I clamp my hand over my pussy with a wail of protest, trying to stem the flood.
He pitches to his feet, shucks up his pants, grips me under the arms, and lifts me bodily. Then he turns me in the direction of the bedroom and lands a sharp spank against my ass. “Dressed now.”
“I need a shower!”
“Not a fucking chance.” His fingers close over the back of my neck. He yanks my back to his front. “Get dressed. Now,” hepurrs against the side of my throat. “No time for getting clean. Besides, I want you smothered in me. I want you full of my cum. I want your pussy sore and gaping where I stretched you.” His voice dips lower. “I want you to feel where I’ve been until I’m back inside you again. Understood?”
Oh God.His orders should disgust me, shouldn’t they? But they don’t. It’s like he’s peeled me open, read every twisted craving I didn’t know I had, and handed them back to me, one by one… all wrapped in a filthy command and tied with a fatknot.
His fingers tighten against my throat. His lips move to my temple. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
