by Sara Fields
He broke me with pleasure and still I took more. I screamed. I sobbed. I felt.
Pain.
Pleasure.
More. So much more.
In those agonizing breaths, I felt the base of his cock begin to expand. A surge of panic spiraled through me but was quickly hushed by the aching desire that blazed even more intensely. That fear sizzled away into a gentler hum, but then he stretched me even wider. The pain burned more acutely, and that same panic raged on even stronger than before.
I tried to wriggle away. He didn’t let me. He still held my wrists captive, the other hand on my hip as he forced himself inside me so deeply that I cried out from the sheer hurt that cascaded through my body and settled firmly within my core.
He growled in warning and I whimpered as I clenched down around him. The searing agony cut through me, hot like a knife.
“You will take my knot, omega,” he snarled, and I sobbed beneath him.
I felt his knot hook behind the bones of my pelvis and still it grew even bigger, anchoring us together as one. There was nothing left in me to fight him. My inner walls fluttered around him in desperation and blatant need, but it hurt, and I struggled in that pain.
Gently, he purred for me and my body opened for him. He purred over and over until his knot was fully inflated. Then he deepened the sound, stoking my pleasure and coaxing it forth above everything else.
“Come hard for me. Come hard for your alpha,” he purred.
I screamed as the first spurt of his burning seed marked my pussy as his. I writhed beneath him, suffering through the endless pleasure and pain. I felt alive. I felt needed and wanted and everything in me exploded into a fiery chasm of aching hot bliss.
My eyes rolled back in my head and blackness surrounded me. It was as though I was soaring through the stars and then a white light as bright as the sun glittered from within. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I didn’t care. One scream after another ripped from my throat, but it no longer hurt. Bliss distorted into an agonizing sort of transcendence.
His seed spurted inside me in waves. It burned, but it forced me into one orgasm after the next, blazing hot instinct making me shake and tremble again and again no matter what I did.
Soon, I lost myself in it. I lost myself in him.
His fingers tightened on my wrists as his mouth descended onto my throat. At first, his kisses were gentle and then they turned more demanding. Possessive. Needy.
He kissed me like I was his, as if he owned every inch of my quivering form. His teeth scraped against my flesh and I couldn’t help but lean into him.
His teeth pierced my skin of my shoulder and I cried out, but it was too late. I couldn’t push him away. I couldn’t do anything but scream as one last orgasm obliterated every last thought in my head. I trembled through that terrible pleasure, feeling his knot pulse inside me as he bit me.
Even though I was so far gone, I knew what he was doing.
He was marking me. He was claiming me as his on the deepest fundamental level that could be done. With his mark scarring my skin, our souls would forever be tied together as one.
It meant that he couldn’t hide from me and I couldn’t hide from him. I would be his omega forever. He would be my alpha. His heart, soul, and every last emotion would surge through me without check, but that wasn’t the worst of it.
He’d be able to feel what I was thinking. He’d be able to know if I was happy or sad. The most dangerous part of all would be that he’d know when I was lying.
I couldn’t ever hide from him again. I wouldn’t be able to hide a thing.
We were mortal enemies, destined to try to destroy each other and now our lives would be intricately connected for as long as we drew breath.
If I killed him, the agony of losing him would tear me apart.
Omegas never survived the loss of their alpha. It was even worse when an alpha lost his omega. Cities burned and crumbled through that kind of loss.
A single tear rolled down the side of my face, dripping down into the puddle of arousal.
I had given into desire. I’d lost sight of my mission and now I knew that I had failed.
My heart ached and I began to sob.
All was lost and now it couldn’t be undone.
Chapter 10
Magnar
I hadn’t set out to mark her. I hadn’t even set out to help her through her heat, but with every sound, she’d called out to me. With every fiber of my being, I’d wanted her, and I’d fought the urge for so long that I couldn’t refuse her any longer.
It had been instinct at first, but when I’d slid my cock into her tight little sheath, I’d known that I was doomed. I knew what she felt like now and I would never tire of her. I wanted to thrust into her again and again. With every soft moan and shrill scream of desire that escaped her lips, I fell deeper for her and I couldn’t make it stop.
The moment I’d walked through that door and seen her suffering on the floor, I’d known that I couldn’t leave her. The scent of her slick drew me to her, but now that I was with her, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
She trembled underneath me as my knot throbbed inside her. It was fully inflated, locking her to me in a physical sense as the effects of the bond pulsed between us. Before long, it was pouring over me like rain. I could feel a very deep sense of sadness hidden inside her that I wanted to take and throw away. I felt the bliss she felt from the pleasure I’d given her, and I could still sense the burning embers of her heat. Her heat had abated for the time being, but it would return soon enough. I would rut her through every last moment to ease her pain. I’d do everything in my power to make it bearable for her.
She was my mate now and I would never take another. Once an alpha marked an omega, that bonded them for life. Neither of us would never so much as look at anyone else again. The bond was simply that powerful.
I stared down at her, losing myself in the blue of her eyes. The color reminded me of the sky on a cloudless day, of the glittering depths of gemstones and something else.
With my desire sated, I came to the realization that there was something familiar about her eyes. For a long time, I just studied them, trying to figure out what it was that I saw there inside them.
“Who are you, omega?” I finally asked her.
“I am no one,” she answered proudly. Her icy blue eyes hardened into silver steel and at that moment I recognized exactly what I was seeing.
“I’ve seen your eyes before, Ariana. You see, sometimes when I look at you it is as if I’m looking directly at a Ghost,” I whispered. My voice was calm and non-combative. I wasn’t looking to bait her. I simply just wanted to understand her.
At my words, she stilled beneath me. Her body tensed as her gaze narrowed in my direction. Her pupils constricted and a harsh sigh of disbelief fell off her lips before she pressed them tightly together.
I wanted her to know I wasn’t going to hurt her. I wanted her to know that I would keep her safe no matter what.
For so long, I’d thought we were on opposite sides. I’d been wrong, so very wrong and now I was convinced that our goals were one and the same. We weren’t enemies. We were allies. I was sure of it.
“Who are you?” she asked tentatively, her voice soft. Her breath came out in hesitant pants as her entire body tensed with realization.
“I am also no one. Just like you,” I replied, and her stiffness gradually faded away.
I reached for her face, cupping it gently before I pressed my lips to hers. I kissed her softly at first. Her returning kiss was shaky, but with time she pressed into me more fervently. It was as if we were meeting each other for the first time. I knew where to touch her to bring her pleasure. This was different. This was as if I was reaching into her and touching her soul for the very first time.
Winding my arms around her, I drew her even closer to me. Her channel tightened around my knot and I flipped onto my back. I lifted her on top of me, full of my cock. She leaned down and kissed
me herself, bravely taking what she wanted, and I let her take it.
When I was ready, I finally rolled her so that her back pressed against a soft pillow. She groaned quietly with pleasure as my cock throbbed inside her. I gazed longingly at her and started to tell her my story.
“A long time ago, I was born to a village that survived along the cliff side of the Great Mountains far east from here. We hid from the rest of the world, but eventually we were found by the Cult. My parents were killed in battle and I ran far. Eventually, I stumbled into the city of Valgertha where I met the Ghost. For a long time, I did small tasks for him. Over the years, the tasks grew bigger and more intense until he finally sent me here to break into the Cult from within,” I explained softly.
“Brogan’s death wasn’t a mistake,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as if she’d been keeping that secret for a long time.
“What?”
“The Ghost is my father. I found his insignia on a vat of poison hidden inside the castle walls. The late king was murdered by the Brotherhood, likely with the knowledge that you were going to take his place,” she breathed.
“Did he send you here?” I asked carefully.
She nodded.
“I’m starting to think he sent me here so that I could find you,” she said, her voice shaking from the possibility.
My fingers lightly cupped her cheek, squeezing gently along the cusp of her jaw. The Ghost had never been specific in his instructions so long ago. My mission had been to work my way inside and wait. There was a part of me that had thought he’d forgotten about me, but with his daughter here in my arms that was no longer a possibility.
Had he known that the two of us would be forced together? Had the gods foretold that we would come together as mates?
“Maybe he did. I’ve decided that I’m going to keep you though, whatever happens,” I answered.
The edges of her lips lifted wistfully, and I couldn’t help but follow the gentle curve with my thumb. She was so soft and perfect. The bond between us pulsed hard and my knot finally began to deflate. My seed dripped down her thighs, combining with her slick in an intoxicating mixture that felt like a heady addiction I couldn’t get enough of. I pulled free from her tight little body, yet I still didn’t let her go. If anything, I pulled her even closer.
“In the week you were gone, where did you go?” I asked her, dragging my fingers along the curves of her body. I circled the peak of her hipbone and I’m not even sure if she was aware of the fact that she was lifting to meet my touch.
She took a deep shaky breath.
“We’re in this together now, Ariana. We’re on the same side,” I coaxed gently, and her smile widened.
“I know. I can feel it. Here,” she murmured as she pressed the tips of her fingers over her heart. I reached for her and grasped her fingers within mine.
“Tell me, where did you go?” I asked again.
“There are passages hidden deep within the castle walls,” she began. “They’re ancient. There are relics there from hundreds of years ago. More spider webs than you can imagine. Rats. Old food and massive stores of liquid fire stored away and forgotten.”
“How did you know they were there?” I pressed.
“The books in my library. There were hints of such a system. I found an entrance at the bottom of an old unused well in the gardens,” she explained. “For days, I watched your advisors and you from specific places that were designated for observation.”
“Very impressive,” I answered, and I meant every word. “I’ve lived here for years and I never suspected that there might be secrets like that within these walls.”
She was quiet for a long time, likely deep in thought.
“What are you thinking about, little omega?” I questioned gently.
“I don’t trust your advisors, Magnar. Especially Neegan,” she whispered.
“I trust no one, Ariana. Except now I trust you,” I replied firmly. She quivered a tiny bit in my arms as she grasped my fingers a little more tightly.
“Maybe together, we could begin to weaken the Cult,” she offered anxiously.
“Together, we are going to destroy them.”
The next several days passed by in a blur. I rutted my omega through every last surge of her estrous, making sure that she didn’t suffer through it alone. When she cried out for my cock, I gave it to her. Occasionally, I would force her desire to a head by giving her a hard spanking over my knee, making sure that her bottom was bright red and her pretty little pussy was soaking wet before I sank my fingers inside her for a few delicious orgasms before I granted her the privilege of my knot.
I punished her nipples and between her thighs periodically with my palm, discovering that her body would respond with arousal every time. She cried out with pain, but her pussy told me that she wanted it. She couldn’t hide that from me, and she never would again.
I liked that.
The room smelled of our mating and her nest grew sticky with our fluids. Eventually, I called for the servants to take it away and when my feisty mate fought against it, I paddled her bare bottom with her hairbrush right in front of them. She begged me to stop, but I didn’t until she was sobbing and repentant. I made her make it up to me with her soft little mouth before I bent her over and used her sore little pussy as hard as I pleased.
I noticed that she came very hard for me after that. I knew it because I could feel how much her body tightened around my cock with every last orgasm.
Toward the end, she slept often. Her body temperature began to normalize. When she was resting, I would press my palm against her forehead, checking to see if the mating fever had abated. By the fifth morning, her heat had finally broken.
When she woke, I lifted her from her nest and carried her into the bathroom. I’d prepared a warm bath for her and lowered her into the heated water gently. She sighed softly in pleasure and I pressed a glass of cold mead to her lips.
“Drink,” I commanded. She obeyed. When her thirst was sated, I started to cleanse her body. I began with her hair and then down to her back, massaging her sore muscles and washing away the remnants of our lovemaking from her skin. I was gentle in my movements, but firm enough that she knew to give herself to me without a fight.
I shampooed and conditioned her gorgeous blonde locks with a number of scented oils, and I used the same hairbrush I spanked her pretty bottom cheeks with to untangle every knot I could find after that. She blushed, and I knew she was thinking of the same thing.
“Do you want to know something, little omega?” I asked.
“Yes, Alpha,” she responded, her voice trembling with a nervous anxiety.
“It makes my cock very hard to remind you of your place. I enjoy hearing you beg for mercy as I turn your naughty little bottom bright red,” I told her, and I was rewarded with an even deeper blush across her cheeks. She tried to hide it behind the falling curtain of her hair, but I brushed it aside and forced her to look at me anyway.
“You will keep your eyes on me. If you look away, I will spank your wet little bottom and I promise you that it will hurt more than you think it will,” I commanded.
“Yes, Alpha,” she whimpered. Her lower lip trembled, and my cock throbbed with arousal at the thought of taking her in hand like that.
I slid my hand beneath the soapy water, slipping down her spine and brushing against the tops of her cheeks. Forcibly, I dragged my finger down the cleft of her bottom, only stopping once I found her last shy virgin hole. She stilled and a soft gasp escaped her lips.
“Next time you decide to push me, little omega, I’m not just going to spank you until you’re sobbing, but I’m also going to punish you here. First with my fingers, and then with my cock,” I warned her, and her bottom hole clenched nervously in response. She shivered hard and I decided to continue.
“I will not hesitate to punish you, little omega. If I need to bend you over my dining table to paddle your naughty bottom before I fuck it, I will no matter where we are
or who is watching. Understand me?”
Her lips fell open with shock and her eyes dilated. Her cheeks pinkened, not with embarrassment this time, but with unmistakable arousal. I was going to remember that.
As much as I wanted to take her that way now, she needed her rest. She needed food and drink, and I was going to care for her whether she liked it or not. I let my finger fall away from her enticing little bottom hole and finished bathing her. I made sure to thoroughly wash every inch of her beautiful body, which included cleansing her pretty little pussy.
I circled her clit and enjoyed the sounds as she fought against her inevitable orgasm, but I didn’t let up. I made her come for me in the bath and when she shuddered around me, my cock throbbed.
When I was done, I helped her climb out of the tub, only for her to fall to her knees in front of me.
“Your cock is so very hard, Alpha,” she murmured, feigning innocence even as she leaned forward and traced her little pink tongue up the full length of my shaft.
“Careful, little omega,” I warned, and she smirked knowingly. “Keep it up and that pretty little mouth is going to get fucked too.”
That didn’t deter her in the slightest. She leaned forward and I watched as the head of my cock disappeared in between her lips. The warm wet embrace of her tongue against my length was so enjoyable that I pressed even deeper into her throat.
“Would you like to thank me for your bath, omega?” I asked and she hummed around my cock.
“You will answer me even when your mouth is full unless you want another taste of my belt,” I threatened, and she shivered hard.
“Yes, Alpha,” she replied, her voice shamefully gagged by the full length of my cock. I enjoyed the feeling of her tongue bouncing against my shaft and I pumped into her mouth roughly as I tangled my fist in the wet locks of her hair. I tightened my grip at the back of her scalp and thrust forward. She whimpered with fear and my desire pulsed heavy at the base of my spine at the delightful sound.