by Isoellen
He twisted their bodies so that now she was below and everything in her world was this giant beast of a man. "That's it, Beauty. That's my Beauty," he murmured into her mouth as she tried to catch her breath.
He bestowed more licks to her lips, her chin, and her neck. He released her braid and came around the front, holding the fragile column of her neck and meeting her eyes.
"My breeder girl. I am your choice, am I, sweetheart?" His growl was dangerous and threatening. His grip tightened just a bit. "Done waiting. You've marked me."
"Mine," she said, neck stretched above the clamp of his hand. Her hands wandered, touched, reached. Sasha wanted.
His chuckle was dark.
She was at his mercy, but still she would own him. A whimper came from her throat. She tried to get back to his mouth, but he mastered her with his hand on her neck, her lower body trapped under his.
"Taking you," he said. “Takin' everything now."
He captured her roaming hands, forced them above her head in one of his, and then lowered himself to feast on her. His mouth came to where his big hand had just been, sucking, biting. It hurt and felt good, each touch a bruise and mark, little nips that scraped her skin and scented the air with her blood.
Sasha's breeder need deepened. It all felt incredible. He took his time—tasting her skin, inhaling her along her shoulders, collar bone, the tops of her breasts—and the valley between.
When he took his hand away from hers, it was so he could knead and pinch at the breasts filling his big hands. When her arms slipped from where he’d left them, he barked out a command that made her jerk and orgasm.
"Stay or I'll tie you," he warned her before returning his attention to her chest, sucking her nipples without mercy. She suffered in aroused agony under his erotic assault.
Her legs were under his, and he pushed them together to create a sweet valley for his cock, rubbing, leaking, touching where it did no good. They created pools of slippery, viscous moisture between them. Sasha wanted the beast inside her. She had to have him inside her. She was filled with scars and emptiness only he could heal and fill.
A monster at his meal, he would not be moved. He sucked and nuzzled and bit at her breasts, burying his face between them, tormenting her exquisitely sensitive nipples. He rubbed them against the scruff of his beard, the blade of his nose, and even his ears.
"Feed me, Beauty," Kane commanded. He pinched and pulled at one nipple, then cupped and plumped the breast while suckling hard. Then he switched sides back and forth, over and over.
The touch of the cool air abraded them, and Sasha was begging when his mouth began to move down her torso, which received the same patient, dedicated treatment. She felt the pull of this sucking down her spine to her womb, where each twist of decadent pleasure built upon the last.
Sasha began to scream and demand. He was doing it wrong. She needed him inside. She hurt and burned.
His mouth worked her to mindlessness all the way down to the cradle of her woman's curls, where he buried his face and breathed deep.
"Please, Kane. Please."
"Not finished." Then he flipped her to her belly, moved back to her neck, and started again.
Sasha screamed, bucked, and raged.
Kane bit, tasted, and marked his territory.
On her belly, his cock worked at her bottom, almost there, so close to where she needed. While his mouth worked, he moved, shifting his hard, thick shaft so that it rubbed between her legs.
It was so long the head met her clit again, kissed it there with the sweetest touch. She felt like she was coming every time his hips moved. She snaked her hands below, cupping herself, cupping him, her fingers working around him through their combined lust—touching the crown, reaching back down his stem as her hips surged with his.
Kane cursed, a gravelly sound of lust. Sasha's hips moved into the bed and she guided him to where she wanted him.
With a snap of his hips, he moved the beautiful thing away. His legs trapped hers together even tighter, keeping his cock in that snug crack instead of where she wanted it.
His name became a pleading chant on Sasha’s lips as his mouth went back to its torment down her spine and over her ribs. He spent forever on every mark and scar he found, lavishing kisses and bites.
His desire poured over her like scented oil. He massaged it into her skin and bones.
Then he was moving pillows, lifting her to her knees, and his mouth followed that crease in her butt. Sasha was too lost to feel self-conscious or outraged. He licked and tasted, and she made noises that she didn't know she could make.
His teeth were gentle and dangerous as he nuzzled deep, his tongue long and seeking. He tasted inside of her, lapping and prodding. It was a minute's work of rhythmic probing, and she made more slick for him.
Once, twice, he filled her with his tongue and she wept. Orgasm after orgasm. It was almost, but not enough.
Constantine Kane had her placed and pinned. He took what he wanted, feasting on Sasha, and showed her no mercy.
She was sobbing when his mouth left her core and he covered her back. The heat of his naked chest firmly pressed into her as he tucked her fully under him. He centered his cock at her entrance, to give her the pain she had been craving.
Though her breeder body was born to accommodate alpha cock, it still hurt as he pushed forward. She felt his hand, guiding, a fist at the entrance of her vagina. She moved as she could, trying to press back, but tucked as she was under him, there was little she could do.
His breath was on her cheek as he bit at her jaw and nipped at her ear. "What do you want, Beauty?" His voice was so deep she felt it in her center. "What can I offer a pretty little breeder like you?"
"You know," she cried. "I need you."
"My dick?" He pressed forward, stretching and burning. He was so big, filling her up.
"You!" she screamed into the linens.
He tunneled into her, pounding hard and rough at her cervix. It hurt so much.
But Kane's cock was a battering ram pounding at the gateway to her womb, leaking his pre-cum like a serum. His essence worked to loosen her, open her, make her his. In drones and other breeds, a virgin's cervix would never do this; the cervix wasn’t meant to open. Even to touch her cervix would be agony.
His jerking first strokes into her were far from gentle. All the pleasure was his, even as Sasha begged for more. It hurt, but it was the only good hurt she had yet to endure, and she needed it all.
"Then take me, breeder. Open to me." His thickly muscled arms reached around her chest, crossing over to her shoulders so that he could pull her back onto him and push into her with more force.
"Open to me, Sasha," he commanded.
She did, suddenly and with a scream scraping out her throat and wounding her vocal cords. Her cervix bloomed under alpha sexual aggression and opened for him, letting Kane seat himself fully.
He roared in victory, a sound that shuddered through Sasha and made her inner muscles clench relentlessly in another pulsing climax. The sound bled though the walls of their nest and was answered by the other alphas in the compound.
Bent over her, pumping hard into Sasha, Kane's movements became erratic. "Take me. Take me, take all of me," he snarled as he reached his own peak, thick white ropes of seed spurting into her vulnerable, open womb.
Before she could ask for it, she felt him grow bigger, felt the stress on her delicate inner tissues from the base of him thickening into the knot that would keep him deeply seated within her.
Trembling, she took it—the knot, the pain—the essence of him, filling her up, filling all her empty spaces. Sasha was shaking all over, teeth chattering, not because she was cold, but because she was in a kind of sexual shock, senses on overload.
Kane held her tight, just to the edge of breathless. His breath ghosted along her ear as he nuzzled, kissed, and purred gently. But she sensed the relish of violence in him, a joyous ascent to the final act of conquest.
He op
ened his mouth wide and took her whole shoulder in. Then he bit down. Hard. Deep. Bloody.
Sasha had no energy to scream.
She took his monstrous, predator’s bite.
She took him.
Constantine Kane had chosen his mate.
Chapter 17
Locked inside of Sasha's channel, Kane filled her until she felt as if she was bulging from the volume of it. Covered with his weight, she couldn't move. One of his arms was wrapped across her shoulders, his hand to her breast, thumb tormenting her nipple. His other hand was tucked under her, curled over her mons, forefinger rubbing out a rhythm that kept her in boneless pleasure.
"Take me, Beauty," he grunted as his come spilled. He kissed the side of her face, behind her ear, and suckled at the fleshy part of her earlobe.
Had she not been lost in a fog of bliss and need, that might have tickled. Instead all his touches connected to nerves that ran directly to her clit or her womb. Everything felt addictively incredible.
They stayed that way for hours. Kane's knot took time to subside, but every time he was able to move again, his hips would start gliding forward and back, owning her once more.
Sasha drifted off to sleep. Kane kept on filling her with his seed.
She awoke to the smell of steak, lightly cooked so that the blood tainted the air and made her nauseous. Turning her head, Sasha found her position changed. Like she was a boneless, fluff filled stuffy, Kane had rolled her to her back. He crouched over her on his knees, eating the meat in quick bites.
With bleary eyes, she saw him toss aside the plate and grab a water bottle, the chilled glass beaded with moisture. She watched his throat move as he drank and tried to sit up so she could kiss him there, bite him there.
His big palm moved and pressed her flat, keeping her where he wanted her. He drank half of the bottle, then leaned forward. With a palm to the back of her head, he was sharing with Sasha. Her mouth was dry, but she didn't want it.
Quicker than she could see, he smacked her flank in reprimand, watching her with narrowed gold eyes.
The second time Kane offered the water, Sasha took it, lowering her eyelashes to hide her deep-felt defiance. He made her drink half before taking a mouthful and sharing it in a kiss.
Driven by a breeder's need to have him embedded into her body, she received the Kane-flavored water eagerly, finishing the bottle with him this way. His satisfied laugh was low and pleased, curling through her with delight.
Drops of condensation dripped onto her chest. Kane sought them out, his attention brought again to her breasts. Raw and aching from earlier rough treatment, she tried to get away from his hard suckling.
Weighing almost three times as much she did, twice as tall, she was easy for Kane to subdue. Her hoarse cries did not deter him. She felt the tip of his hardened cock weeping at her mound even as he settled in to punishing her soft, pliant flesh.
"Feed me," he demanded.
Sasha's hips pulsed against his sex, hunger awakened. Without a command to stay still, her hands wandered, fingers lost in the dark, soft locks of his hair.
She held him close. Her breasts had hurt for weeks and weeks, having grown from nothing into a generous, heavy, roundness.
As he drew on them, she felt a strange moving pressure that wasn't all that nice, even as her womb answered with a sharp kick of pleasure.
Kane's whole body responded, back arching momentarily, hands moving crazily as he growled and sucked harder.
She loved that growl.
He sucked and swallowed, then paused to meet her eyes. His were glowing. "Yes, Sasha. So sweet. You taste so sweet."
He drank from her, suckling from each breast, drawing her nipples deep into his mouth until she was weeping with a new kind of pleasure-pain. Then he filled his mouth with the last of the fluid he'd drawn from her and kissed her. It was sweet and faintly milky, nothing like she’d expected.
"So good, Beauty," he said into her mouth. "Now you'll take from me."
He moved them until he was sitting, pulling her over his lap, the thick trunks of his legs under her so that she was face to face with his cock for the first time.
It glinted with slippery wet eagerness, long and thick, straight in a pillar reaching beyond the indent of his belly button. The skin was much darker than the skin on the rest of his body, an angry red at the slight flare of the head that darkened to purple, then to deep brown near his testicles. She thought it beautiful and magnificent compared to every cock she had ever seen.
The smell of him, their combined scent, made her dizzy. She captured his sex in her hands and lifted her mouth over him while Kane burrowed one of his hands against her scalp. She suckled at the thick shape, wrapping lips and tongue around it.
There was tugging and pulling on her long tresses as he undid her thick braid and filled his hands with it. He manipulated her hair over his belly and her back, using it to caress them both while she fondled, licked, and played at Kane's root.
He did not force her to hurry. His words offered only encouragement. "That's it, baby. Whatever you want. Take from me. Your touch. Fuck, your touch."
He talked the whole time, and she loved his broken, animalistic words. He spread her hair out in a curtain and left one hand on the back of her head, cupping her whole head, while the other reached down her body and began to play with her bottom. Fingers seeking her, she parted her legs so he could pet her properly.
Fisting both her hands, one over the other, and sucking at the top of his cock, Sasha developed a rhythm that changed the alpha's breathing, intent on conquering him and not allowing him to distract her with the masterful touch of his thick fingers stroking from her bud, over her entrance, and over the crease of her closed anus.
She whimpered, sucked, and worked him, heat lighting up her insides. She needed to taste him. She needed to come.
"Feed me. Please. Feed me," she croaked.
"Waiting for you to ask."
He pushed two of his fingers deep into Sasha’s back hole and he thrust his hips up, his cock bumping the back of her throat and erupting at her command.
The flavor was all Kane, musk and pure, hot gingery spice, thick as cream. She swallowed it all as he worked her with his fingers and gave Sasha her own pleasure. She gasped over him, resting her cheek against the base of abdominal muscles and burying her face in warmth and rough male hairs, nosing at his skin.
Sasha shifted a little, reaching around his waist in a hug, filling her arms with him and holding him tight while her other hand yet held the base of his cock. Exploring his taste, texture, and smell, she kissed her way to the round egg shapes beneath his cock. She licked at the sacks, curious.
"In your mouth, baby. In your mouth. And rub me here." He removed her hand and pressed her fingers against the sensitive span of skin between his balls and his anus. "Good girl."
His cock hardened again, firm and tall. When wet heat brushed her cheek, she turned her head to chase the taste. But his hands went to her neck, both of them, in a show of dominating possession. He used the touch to guide her back to her back.
"Kane," she simpered, arching into him and reaching for him.
"My beauty. All this beauty is mine."
His hands worshiped her hourglass shape from her shoulders down to her small feet. He took a moment to show her how beautiful she was, stopping to bite and bruise any areas not colored up to his liking.
Sasha was squirming to get away or get closer before he spread her legs and notched his cock again.
Since the position was different, the feeling was different too. On his way to breaching her womb, he found a place inside her that made Sasha's eyes go wide and her mouth open in a helpless, gawping silence.
"Good?" he asked.
She could only clutch at him as he continued thrusting, rubbing at that spot, banging at the door of her cervix. She saw him revel in his power to make her feel good, make her beg for more, even when it hurt.
Kane manipulated her heat, using her wa
nt to make her capitulate to his will, to take her to places she would never have been mentally free to go otherwise. He used his warlord's endurance against her, leaving Sasha in no doubt of who was claiming who. He moved her where he wanted her, tucking her legs over his arms, up to his shoulders, bending her in half, and his face reflecting his satisfaction of each new position.
There were moments when fear threatened Sasha, a dark thing at the edge of her consciousness informing her that pain was a bad thing, that things that hated her gave her pain, that Kane’s dominance was a terrifying threat. The fear was a bright, panicky flash—but it was instantly distracted every time—by something Kane did or said, a sound he made, or the comfort of their shared scents.
She was born for him, her heart and their newly forming bond telling her that he had waited years for a female who could take all of his predator self. He trusted himself with her. He believed Sasha strong enough to see his truths. His trust evaporated every misgiving, made deep and possessive emotions swell bright in her heart.
When she climaxed again, he followed, biting at her mating mark in reverse and knotting her.
Once he was embedded inside her, neither of them wanted him to leave. He stroked at her clit until it was sore, kissed at her lips until they were swollen, and pumped his hips into her until her bones felt bruised.
Sasha slept again, and when she woke, she found Kane still locked inside of her, holding a plate and eating some of that meat. He drank water and shared with her, the same as before. She slipped away again into unconsciousness.
She came to awareness while already coming once to find his head between her legs, three of his fingers hooked in her mouth. Another finger stroked her back entrance, slippery with her slick.
"Don't," she croaked.
Over the slope of her body, his eyes met hers with ferocious dominance. Regretting the single word instantly, she realized she didn't get to tell him no.
He gathered more slick, spurred by her denial, and pushed his finger in relentlessly. The tunnel was dry, soaking up the moisture. He lapped up her release then spit over his hand, pushing forward ruthlessly while he watched her, lips twisting in a sneer of merciless elation.