He begins to move slowly, almost tenderly, sliding that impossibly long, thick cock in as far as I can take him, then almost all the way out… again… and again… It feels so good that I’m struggling to concentrate.
“You are mine, Kim. But you must learn to obey. To follow. To submit.”
“Fuck that.” I begin to struggle again, but there’s nowhere I can go. Nothing I can do. Aurus is so big and so strong—I’m trapped.
Even worse, a tiny part of me likes it.
“I meant what I said on the field,” he continues, still pumping in slow, measured strokes. “I will kill any Alpha who dares to go near you. No exceptions.”
I’m panting now, a weird combination of lust, fear, and anger. He adjusts the angle slightly so he’s rubbing my clit with each thrust, and I can’t stop the strangled moan from bursting out of me. I’m so close to coming already. Damn him.
“So you’d better not think about asking anyone for help. I am your lord and master here in Aurum. On Ulfaria. My word is law. I am the king.”
How can he still talk in such a calm, collected way? I’m going out of my mind, writhing beneath him on the very precipice of a huge orgasm. I can barely think straight, let alone argue.
“Come now, Omega,” he orders, and instantly, I do.
I come so hard that I see stars, my soaking wet pussy gripping him over and over. “You’re a pompous asshole,” I manage, then cry out when he ups the pace. “Fuck!”
“Say that again,” he dares me, sliding a massive forearm across my chest, pinning me to the bed and slamming into me, over and over and over. “Say it.”
“Fuck… fuck…”
“Fuck who?” he taunts. His scent has changed slightly, the sandalwood and leather are now joined by a new, spicier note. Like campfire smoke. I breathe him in, fighting my own body’s response to the sensations he’s invoking in me.
“Fuck you!” It’s almost a howl.
“You will submit to me,” he growls.
“Fuck that.” I bare my teeth. I don’t care how great his dick is—I’ll never be a subservient sex slave. “I don’t belong to you.”
“You do.” He pumps his hips and I cry out as he hits my G-spot. It’s so good.
Maybe when I escape, I’ll carve a smooth piece of wood into the shape of his cock. My own personal Aurus dildo.
Maybe then I won’t crave him like I do now.
“I do admire your spirit,” he says, that infuriatingly smug smile still curving up his lush mouth. “Such a refreshing change from the meek, subservient Betas I’m used to.”
I dig my nails into his biceps, fighting the next giant climax that’s already building in my core.
“When I first saw you, I worried I might break you during the rut. You are, after all, just a little slip of a thing…” He leans down and nips the place where my neck meets my shoulder and I gasp at the sudden, sharp pain. It hurts so good. “But you handle me so well. And you enjoy all the things I do to you, don’t you? Even when I stretch your tight little hole. You like the stretch. The burn. The pain. Your body doesn’t lie. Your cunt doesn’t lie.”
I’m not going to come, I vow. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. Ignoring the pleasure building in my clit, the way his cock is hitting my G-spot, I instead focus on how angry I am. How pompous and arrogant he’s being. How much I hate him.
“In fact, I’m starting to think you do it on purpose,” he goes on. “Taunt me, I mean. You anger me because you know how I’ll react. You know I’ll throw you down and rut you the way you need it. I can feel you gushing slick for me. The way your cunt clenches around me. How swollen and needy that sensitive little button grows when I play with it. You’re close again now. So very, very close. But you’re fighting it.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a moan as he hooks my leg up higher, spreading me wider before grinding harder on my clit. I won’t do it. I won’t.
“You can fight all you like, little Omega. You will lose. Always. I can feel your cunt begin to flutter around my cock. It feels so good. Will you come this hard if I fuck you in the ass?”
“Fuck you,” I mutter, even as my core clenches.
He groans, his dick jerks slightly, and a little thrill runs through me. He can’t fight his responses to me any more than I can fight mine. So much for always being in control.
“I’m sure we’ll find out,” he continues, his voice a little strained. “But that’s something for another day. Right now, it pleases me to fill you with my seed, to make that tight little hole overflow with it. Do you feel the knot growing?”
I do feel it—it’s hard to miss the stinging, sharp ache. Especially when it so often pushes me over the edge.
