He smacked the globe of her bottom. "Settle, Naya. This is mine. All of you is mine. Relax and let me in."
"Is this punishment?"
"This is possession. Let me in."
He wouldn't force it. Instead he waited for her to unclench and accept her fate. He waited for her to choose.
Every bit of him stretched her, and since she wasn't in her heat, he knew she’d feel the full burn and bite of this invasion. This was another place for him to lay his seed, fill her up, and leave his mark. He pumped his hips, the smallest pulse, and moved forward bit by bit, their slippery fluids easing the way.
"Give it. Give it,” he growled over her.
Naya whimpered and obeyed.
"Yes-s-s-s," Darre hissed as he sank deep.
Back and forth he pumped, pulling her against him. He fucked her deep into her core, past her belly, and into her soul. Clutching her throat in his hand, he buried his cock inside his female and found the spot of ultra-sensitive nerves only omega breeders possessed. She yelled, sharp and sudden, body twitching.
That little nodule was a direct button to orgasm. Every touch was an explosion of light for her, and Darre rubbed it over and over with his cock. Her tightness choked him. Her submission gripped his heart.
"You will take everything,” he told her.
Both of them caught up in a storm of overwhelming pleasure, he came with a roar, filling her up.
Chapter Thirteen
Darre
Darre looked at his mate sleeping peacefully next to him, her features soft and trusting. With her eyes closed and her black lashes a fan above her cheeks, she looked very young. He noticed faint freckles, the lightest speckling across her nose and under her eyes. Besotted as he was, he counted all twenty-six of them.
He did not want to leave the warmth of her sweetness. The sense that all the jagged edges of his being had found a home as long as he stayed next to her was strong, but there was an enormous amount of shit to take care of today, and he couldn't put it on Mac to do, not when so much of it had to do with his mate.
His rut was over. Only the deformity of his cock remained, and he'd grown accustomed to that long ago. Yet he’d awakened with a curious feeling of fulfillment. His skin didn't burn and there was no crawling itch of unappeasable need.
He woke up satisfied.
Darre pulled himself away from Naya's curves, washed, shaved, and tackled the day with an energy he didn't recognize. He felt jacked up.
He realized that he'd had constant neck pain, headaches, and a knee that started to complain after just one trip down the stairs. He only noticed them now because they were gone.
He jogged down the stairs to the kitchens with the body of a young man.
Usually the sector took care of itself; he was just a heavy presence in the background waiting to assert his dominance. His plot against the Administration and King's rule developed slowly, a tedious procession of sowing dissent and unraveling Administration control. He had spent most of his time in the tower in a state of brooding madness.
Naya's presence in the sector meant someone wasn't respecting Darre's position as top alpha. Now that the single-minded desire for revenge had left him, he wouldn't be brooding anymore. He needed to find out what was happening in his sector.
His father still lived a life built on a foundation of duplicity. The Administration he’d created was still a growing threat to free breed and drone alike. The monster he was no longer cared for any of it.
Darre was reeling from the change of focus, but there was no ignoring the fact that now he had a fully bonded mate. The only thing he cared about was protecting her and fucking her senseless as often as possible.
He stopped in the kitchen where Cook lived. The man had set up a cot in the pantry and ran the tower’s eatery like his own kingdom.
Darre ordered Cook to send up the drones Naya had picked out and informed him to follow through on getting her whatever she wanted. The other alpha’s face, never one to show much expression, appeared more blank than usual at Darre’s orders, perhaps even baffled.
Darre laughed at the comical expression.
Cook paled.
Darre laughed harder.
