Had it been Jacques she struck, she’d already be bent over the bed with his cock half up her ass as she screamed for mercy and received none.
Her lip began to tremble, her eyes wet with the tears of a helpless thing in need. When knees hit the floor in a gracelesscollapse, the pain was nothing to the seizing torment in her guts as her legs slid apart helplessly on the slick-covered ground. Another drip… a string of slick stretching between the bare skin of her labia and the shining red floor as it puddled under her. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” said with a genuine smile, as if Jules found her temper cute. Endearing. “My anger issues are perhaps… seeping in a bit.” Voice low and tender, he reached out to smooth tangled hair. “Brenya, there is no autonomousyouanymore. Full mental independence is impossible for a bonded Omega. But there could beus… or there ishimand what he will do to you.”
She lifted her tear-filled eyes to meet the Beta’s unwavering gaze and felt such grief for the loss of her person. A person who had never even fully formed thanks to a lifetime of Beta rations. Felt simple and stupid, like a lump of clay Beta or Alpha could form into whatever they wished.
A violent, mean little bitch stuck in a mind that didn’t work as it should. A girl who wanted to look at butterflies and fiddle with broken things…
Towering over the crumbled, panting Omega, in the stance of a king admiring a subject humbled at his feet, Jules slowly, deliberately crouched down. Transforming from sovereign to lover. Voice low and dark, he offered each word with measured, razor-sharp reverence. “I know it’s hard. I know it hurts.”
How could he possibly understand what this felt like?
Even she didn’t fully grasp what was happening to her, each sensation and emotion too complex.
Gently folding his body around hers, dark delight filled his expression as he cradled her head against his shoulder once again and gently folded her into his strength. In his arms, her skin was damp, the soft fabric of her shirt clinging to her like gauze, soaked in sweat and slick.
The solid weight of his thigh slipped between hers, nudging upward, offering her subtly jerking hips something to shunt against—something real, if she would only admit what she needed. “Why won’t you invite me into your nest, Brenya?”
Memories of poor Georges locked in a room with an estrous-high Omega… the poor female’s animal cries, her eyes vacant of anything but need. She was screaming in desperation for relief. And he… he was just a Beta. He couldn’t knot. He couldn’t give her the only thing that would end their pain. Though he tried. Over and over. And it only made it worse.
She suffered. He suffered. It was horrible. Torture worse than this.
After all, Jacques could not knot Lucia forever. Maybe this would only be one night of torment. Until the next night… and the next.
And the next.
Sobbing against Jules’s throat, Brenya clung like a babe to her Beta mate. Unaware that she’d climbed into his lap, locked her legs around his waist. Fevered cunt landed hard against the ridge of his cloth-covered erection, Brenya grinding against his cock as she hiccupped her misery and confessed, “Because you can’t help me! Betas can’t knot.”
For a heartbeat, he stilled.
A flicker of astonishment stole its way into Jules’s beautiful eyes. Then came the smile. Cold. Knowing. Voice undulating as if on the cusp of a purr, he crooned, “Oh, sweet Brenya.”
He rocked his hips… and she just about died.
2
“I’m going to give you so much more than a knot…everythingyou need.” Jules purred over her lips, as sodden fabric dragged against her wet, weeping flesh. The firm, ridged outline of his dick split her swollen labia apart to froth her juices, fat cock just out of reach. “I’ll show you why Alphas really keep Omega females away from Beta men. Why their dynamic needs a pair-bond to keep mates, and men like me don’t.”
Mind spinning, Brenya reeled, as another slow graze of his clothed length moved against her center, the fabric slimed with her slick. Something caught on her swollen clit, and perfect thrill had her gasping into his neck.
She choked on his name, voice breaking. “Jules.”
“I don’t need an Alpha growl to make you wet.” The Beta rolled the sweetness of temptation over his tongue, accent like silk as it toyed with each syllable. “I don’t need a knot to give you more pleasure than you can handle.”
Should Brenya ever comprehend how much sadistic pleasure Jules gleaned from watching his delicate bride writhe on his hook—the thrill it gave him to see how beautifully she wascaught between eager hope and heartbreaking need, her sad humiliation and unmet carnal craving glittering in spilled tears—it would frighten her.
…just as he had frightened Rebecca long ago.
Scaring his sweet bride was not his goal; enticing her was. Hovering his lips a hairsbreadth from hers, Jules gripped handfuls of her ass and guided her desperate little body along the rigid line of his cock as he whispered, “I’ll fill you up so full there won’t be any room left for him.”
For Jacques.
The Alpha who had taught her males elicit obedience through fear and pain. And shewasin pain, her little pelvis locked up with cramps that had her back bowing and her legs shaking when muscles refused to relax.
“You are so much braver than you give yourself credit for.” Undulating in a filthy grind between her open thighs, Jules ground the thick ridge of his cock against her cunt, the wool of his trousers scraping over slick flesh until Brenya began to hyperventilate. “With only a cog clutched in your little hand, naked, you stole my ship and escaped a tyrant. You climbed into the bowels of this palace to find me—me—in a cell to set me free. To save your people. Knowing what I am. So take what you need from your mate, brave girl. Take everything.”
He seeped inside her, a warm rush ofhimunder her skin, in the simmering air around her. Jules’s thoughts threaded through hers like tendrils of sweet poison, coiling tighter with every breath. The slow drag pulled her deeper into his writhing pit of horrors, his demons delicately scraping through her mind, tasting her thoughts, licking at every frightened little shiver as she rocked her hips for more.
