"This is the old treatment wing. ECT and surgical intervention." His hand traced down my throat, over my collarbone, between my breasts. "They used to bring patients here to fix them. To cut out the parts that made them unacceptable."
I shivered beneath his touch. "And you brought me here because. . .?"
His smile was beautiful and terrible all at once. "Because this is where you'll be crowned, Beloved. This is your coronation."
The word landed like a physical blow. "Coronation?"
"You are my queen." He gestured toward the observation window, toward the howling mass of his followers. "And they need to witness your claiming. They need to see you become mine."
"You're insane." The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
Rook's smile widened, and there was no offense in his expression.
Only amusement.
Only adoration.
"Why yes, Beloved. I am absolutely insane." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "And soon, you will be too. Isn't that wonderful?"
“No.”
“Yes.”
I tried to lift my hand. “Why am I restrained?”
“So you won’t try to escape of course.” He straightened, and his hands went to the waistband of his boxer briefs.
My breath caught. "Rook—"
He pushed the fabric down over his hips and let it fall to the floor.
I gasped.
Fuck. . .
His cock stood fully erect, jutting out from his body with an almost aggressive presence. It was massive—ten inches at least, thick enough that my fingers wouldn't be able to close around it. The head was flushed and swollen, glistening with pre-cum.
But it was the details that made me moan out loud. “Oh!”
The audience cheered. “The Queen is pleased! The Queen is pleased!”
On his cock was a frenulum piercing. It glinted at the base of the head. It was a curved barbell through the sensitive skin on the underside, positioned perfectly to stimulate internal walls during penetration. The metal caught the light as his cock twitched, and I imagined feeling that hard ridge dragging against my inner flesh.
And then there was the base. . .
The knot.
I had read about Alpha anatomy. Had studied the biological mechanisms, the evolutionary purpose, the physical specifications. But seeing it was different. Seeing it made my mouth water and my pussy tremble.
The knot was partially swollen even now—a thick bulge at the base of his cock’s shaft, easily twice the girth of the rest of him. When fully expanded during orgasm, it would lock our bodies together.
Would seal his cum inside me.
Would trigger the final biological processes that would make this bond permanent and unbreakable.
My pussy responded to the sight with a flood of fresh arousal. Slick gushed from my entrance, coating my thighs, dripping onto the metal table. My inner walls clenched in rhythmic pulses, hungry for the stretch, the fill, the completion that only his knot could provide.
"Oh." The words came out strangled, needy. "OhGod. . ."
