“I need you, Omega”
My shoulders hunch. The fight goes out of me. I slap my palms over my ears, not wanting to hear that cajoling voice. Not wanting to sense the plea, the absolute need to possess me that leaps from his tone.
No one else can want me with this intensity. No one can take me as he does. No one else can…love me with the sheer unadulterated pleasure he can. Not in the conventional sense, not in the sense of soul mates. He cannot be my mate.
He’s someone who bonded me, whose essence is in me so much that I am lost, and I want to leave him. My pulse skitters. My limbs twitch. The mating bond yanks at my chest and my spine bends.
An unseen force tugs at me, and my entire body tilts in his direction.
The edge of the boat crashes into the pier.
The sound screeches through the air, and the hair on the back of my neck rises, echoing the screaming that is locked inside of me.
He grabs the boat and hauls it close to the pier, then rescues the rope and knots it over the post, like he intends to knot me again. And he will. And I won’t resist this time. What does that make me?
“Mine.” He hauls me up and into his arms. His mouth closes over mine. I don’t react.
He sinks his teeth into my lower lip and heat sears my lower belly. A moan dribbles out of me. He swallows the sound, then shoves his tongue into my mouth, filling me, consuming me. Liquid lust curls down my spine and my thighs spasm.
He sucks on my tongue and the salty taste of blood explodes on my palate, laced with that deeper, more complex taste of his. That burned pinewood scent of his floods my senses. I squeeze my eyes shut.
He tears his lips from mine, then licks the moisture that trickles down my cheeks.
A low, soothing purr rumbles up, swirling around me, tugging at me. It tightens and yanks my spirit closer to his. I still don’t move. Don’t touch him. Don’t say anything.
A gust of wind blows over me, and I shiver.
He pulls me closer to his chest as his heart thuds under my ears.
I sense him walking, his footsteps pounding over the pier. I burrow in deeper, wanting to hide away, to deny what I have become. To not recognize how dependent I have become on him.
Walking to the beach, he keeps going. When he steps into the bungalow, the wind drops.
The world tilts, and I sense the mattress at my back. Of course, he’s placed me down there.
He tugs the tunic up and over my head. I stay still. Force my muscles to relax. Force myself not to open my eyes. The purring creeps up a notch. My nipples pucker. My heart races, not in fear but in anticipation. My thigh muscles clench, and my belly quivers. That insidious slick inside me creeps toward the entrance of my channel.
“You are angry with yourself. I understand that.”
Sure. He knows exactly what I feel, now, does he? I want to snap at him. But what’s the point? I can’t fight him. Can’t fight myself anymore. Why am I still resisting him? I may as well give in. Doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it. Though I will. I can let him take my body. I won’t fight him. But I won’t be a party to it either.
“Open your eyes.”
The force of his dominance weighs down on my chest. The fine hairs on my nape rise. My shoulders jerk and everything in me wants to obey him, but I will not. If I give in, all will be lost. I'll never find myself again, the strength of his personality will overwhelm me and swallow me whole... and then... there will be no more Lucy. There will only be Zeus and his omega, and I am not ready for that.
I squeeze my eyes closed and just lay there. Elbows tucked into my sides.
He pulls my legs apart, and his breath sears the soft flesh of my core. Goosebumps rise on my skin. I can’t stop that. My toes curl, and I dig my heels into the bed, holding back.
He licks my slit, then thrusts his tongue inside my channel.
Desire pounds at my temples. My breath screams in and out.
He rubs the heel of his hand over the swollen bud, and the moisture inside me flows out to greet his intrusion. I can’t control my body, not where he is concerned.
Grabbing the underside of my thighs, he yanks my legs up and over his shoulders, deepening the angle.
He plunges two fingers into my squelching channel, then adds a third and my entire body spasms.
Heat shoots up my spine and a scream coils in my throat. I bite down on my lower lip and swallow it back.
His fingertips twist inside me finding that hidden core of me with perfect accuracy. My pulse rate shoots up and my skin tightens until I am sure it's going to crack. I can't stop the moan that spills out of me.
My inner walls convulse, and a rush of desire floods my core.
His hand slides up to curve around my breasts to pinch a nipple. A tremor runs down to meet that sweet pain in my core. Swelling with it, overflowing my center. The beginning of a climax cracks out from my womb.
He bites my clit and I scream. The pain streaks over my skin and white sparks shriek through my head. My mouth goes dry and my heart hammers as if it's going to break out of my rib cage.
He lets go of my pulsing sex, slides out his fingers, and drops my hips back on the bed.
The change is so sudden that my eyes fly open, to be captured by that liquid violet of his gaze.
8
Zeus
She looks at me, and I can sense the surprise in her gaze. Her green eyes deepen in color until they seem to reflect the hue of the water that surrounds this island.
When I had seen her fall through the cold waters of the sea, I’d known fear, the kind I’d never experienced before. Not when I had lost my mother, not when I had been about to kill my father. Not when I’d known I’d be faced with being alone…a fear that had been wiped out when she entered my life. It’s been replaced by this complete confirmation that she is mine, and I am not letting her go.
It’s that which pushes me to slide up her body and lean my weight on my elbows as I plank over her.
She stares up at me, her breasts heaving. Tears slide down her cheek, and I cannot stop myself from bending down and licking them up. She shudders and opens her mouth, and I brush my lips over hers.
“Don’t speak.”
She swallows but stays where she is.
“I want you, Omega. I’d give up my life for you.”
“But you won’t let me go.”
My lips twist into a smile. The defiant woman will not listen to me. That’s why she is unique. She’d never hesitate to speak her mind, to put me in my place.
“You are mine, little squirrel. Mine to be with, to protect. To cherish.”
“To break.” Her voice is low.
“To mate with.” I rub the swollen head of my shaft over the opening of her pussy.
She moans, and her pelvis thrusts forward, brushing my turgid cock.
A low growl tears out of me.
Her shoulders hunch; her hips twitch. “I can’t fight you anymore.” Her eyes dilate and turn that golden green I am beginning to recognize.
“So don’t.” I flutter little kisses over her forehead, down to her cheek. It’s not in me to be gentle, to be so amorous. But this feisty creature imprisoned under me brings out that innate need to protect and also to ravage. How is it possible that two completely contradictory emotions can live side by side and mesh…the way I want to lose myself in her?
“I can’t let myself submit to you.” She hiccoughs.
“You don’t need to.” I lick a trail over her lips, down to where the pulse flutters at the base of her neck.
“Then how?” She draws in a breath.
“You just need to be yourself.”
“What am I anymore?” Her voice lowers to a whisper. “A failed assassin? A princess from a once glorious land?” She swallows. “Or an omega you stole away in front of your men, all of whom knew you were going to rut me?”
The anguish in her words twists my heart.
I flip her over, then slide her up and over me so she is balanced on my chest. That da
rk-red curtain of her hair pours over my face. I want to wrap the strands around my palm and tug it back, to bury my teeth once more in the curve of her shoulder and claim her all over again.
“You are my mate. I will take you back and introduce you to the Council as such. Give you a formal place by my side. None of them will dare look you in the eye.”
“I’ll know what they are thinking.” Her gaze slides away.
I cup her cheek so she has no choice but to meet my gaze. “Does it matter so much to you what others think? Isn’t it enough that you seduced me, that it is your cunt that owns me, that it is your pussy that I want to bury myself in? That it is you I mated, you.” The words fall thick and fast, and I hear myself in surprise.
Do I have so much passion, so many emotions inside me?
The mating bond throbs and knocks into my chest. The intensity of the emotions pour down the connection, and I let them bleed out. I let her sense it, let my emotions brush over the barrier of her mind so there is no doubt I mean what I say.
Her eyes widen, and the color pales from her face, leaving the smattering of freckles over her nose highlighted in response.
“I want more.”
“Take it.” I grab her hand and slide it down my chest to where my shaft throbs between us. “This is for you. Nobody can bring me to arousal as fast as you.”
Her fingers curl around my hardness.
I cannot stop the purr that winds up my chest.
She squeezes the turgid muscle, and my cock jumps in her hand.
“Oh.” The surprise has her mouth falling open.
Desire hurtles down my spine, and all I can think is I fucking want those lips locked around my dick. “Take me in.” I hear the words torn out of me and bloody hell, is that my voice that sounds so hoarse, that has a pleading edge to it?
I’ve never begged a female to suck me off. Never. The omegas I'd fucked had been more than willing to submit to me and do whatever I wanted them to do.
But there is a sweet intensity to asking the only female I ever want in my bed again to make love to me.
Love? The fuck? Where did that thought come from? A concept as outdated as the unblemished world before the tsunamis and earthquakes ripped us apart. Before climate change threw the seasons upside down, and nature sped up genetic mutation among humans, making us what we are today: animals in touch with our base instincts. Closer to what our ancestors had been long ago. And here I am pleading with her to take me in her mouth. Bloody-fucking-hell. Last I checked I still had my balls, and yet I can't stop myself. I need her, want her, must have her now.
“Please.” The word dribbles out of me. It feels strange as I roll my tongue around it. It feels right as I hear it stretch out in the space between us.
Her chin trembles and her little pink tongue slides out to lick at her lips. And fuck, I can’t wait anymore. My groin tightens.
A purr rumbles up my chest.
I swirl the sound over her, enveloping her in the resonance. The next second, slick gushes out from between her thighs to pool on my waist. And fuck me if that isn’t the most erotic thing I have ever seen? “Do it.” I growl.
Her lips turn up at the side, and golden sparks flash in her eyes. Then she slithers down my body and closes her mouth around my aching dick.
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Lucy
The scent of him fills my nose. The taste of him, salty and deep, with the tang of his precum that sinks into my tongue. Desire flushes my skin, and my core clenches.
The mating bond tautens, aching to get closer, pushing me to open my mouth and swirl my tongue around the rigid muscle.
I take him inside until he hits the back of my throat.
He groans, and the sound cascades down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together but am too late to stop the fresh burst of liquid that slithers down from between my legs. The scent of my arousal intensifies.
His waist goes rigid; the muscles of his thighs spasm. “Your mouth is so fucking hot, so tight. You are killing me, Omega.”
His voice is laced with pain. He wants more, something only I can give him. He sounds like I do when in the middle of a heat cycle and yearning for him. A fierce need thrums my chest.
I drag my mouth up, all the way to the tip, licking up the trail of precum.
“Grip me harder.”
I stare at him.
Color stains his cheeks, while his breath comes in hard gasps. Sweat beads that wide plane of his chest and he looks so powerful, so magnificent, my heart stutters.
He must have sensed my scrutiny, for he cracks open his eyelids and meets my gaze. The color of his eyes intensity to twin points of indigo, almost black. I have never seen him this aroused, this wanting, and I am doing this to him.
He takes the hand I’ve balanced on his hip and slides it down to his shaft. The hard length throbs in my hand, the pulse echoes the beat that flares to life at my core. I want him inside me. So this is how it feels to communicate on a primal level, where no words are needed. Where all I am is an omega, and he is an alpha. My alpha. Is this what he meant earlier when he said we should take this chance to shed all our masks and be what we are?
He squeezes my fingers around the swelling knot. His jaw firms, the skin stretching over his features. All along, his gaze holds me, doesn’t leave my face. The connection is disconcerting. Can he sense how in sync our spirits are?
The pulse in my chest agrees with my assessment. I swallow. Warmth floods my skin.
I knead hard, and he groans. The cords of his throat move and his shoulders flex. His hand drops away. He curls his fingers into a fist and slams it into the bed. “Fuck.”
The tension spools off him, and I know it’s because he’s close, very close to coming. I want to see him shatter, to bring him to the edge of something I sensed before. I just want… I dip my head, still gripping the base of his shaft, and take him all the way inside my mouth until I almost gag. I can’t stop the whine that tears out of me. Tension threads his muscles, and I allow my instincts to consume me. I want him to fall apart. Now. I draw my mouth back to the tip, then take him in again.
He grabs my hair, yanks it back just enough that I am forced to meet his gaze. “I am going to come, and you are going to swallow every last drop, Omega. Do you understand?”
My eyes widen, my heart hammers, and I pant. Then, with him still holding my gaze, still tugging back my hair, I sense the tremors that surge up his legs, to his groin; his knot pulses. Hot streams of cum flow into my mouth, down my throat.
I swallow, almost gagging again as the rich liquid pours out, and there’s so much of it. It overflows my chin, down my throat, dripping onto his skin.
He pulls me up, balancing me on his chest. Then, squeezing the nape of my neck to hold me in place, he rubs his cum into my skin, over my breasts, shoving big handfuls down to my pussy where he rubs it into my folds.
Those blue eyes of his bore into me, and he rams two fingers into my moist channel.
I moan, and he kisses me, plunders my mouth, his tongue thrusting into me as he fucks me with his fingers, in-out-in.
The tension is too much.
The pleasure builds from my core.
Then, just as I think I can’t last, that I am going to come, he pulls his fingers out and grabs my waist, holding me above him before lowering me onto his still rigid shaft.
“Fuck me,” he growls.
And his words are so filthy and so right, the command in his voice is such a relief that I don’t need to think for myself anymore. I can give in now. I clench my inner muscles around his pulsing shaft.
He raises and lowers me again and again, each time going a little deeper, a little more inside, hitting the walls of my cervix. A low, keening moan spills out of me. Waves of pleasure build-up from my heels.
His shaft grows bigger, more rigid, his knot expanding and slotting into place. The pressure of it seizes me, drawing out waves of heat so intense that I fling my head back and cry out. My climax shatters over me. Bursts of li
ght explode behind my closed eyes. The mating bond snaps tighter, and I gasp.
Sweat pours down my back, and I squeeze my thighs about his waist. I clamp my pussy around his dick, milking him, taking from him. Taking what's mine. Only mine. The world shrinks to that intense source of pleasure between my thighs, and nothing else matters. The climax surges through me again. Intense pleasure sweeps over me, crashing over my shoulders, then as suddenly it fades away.
My muscles quiver and a trembling seizes me.
My breasts flatten against the planes of his chest. Only then do I realize that he’s lowered me to lie on his torso.
His arms come around me, his fingers trailing through my hair, soothing, comforting. And it shouldn’t feel so good, but it does. His lips brush my forehead, and I let myself slide into sleep.
When I wake up, he’s still inside of me.
I raise my head and rest my chin on his chest.
I find him watching my face. Is he trying to decipher me? I reach out to trace the furrow between his eyebrows.
His arm snakes out, and he shackles his fingers around my wrist.
“Now we speak.”
10
Zeus
No fucking way did I actually tell her that we should speak. While my dick is still knotted inside her? My cum streaks the valley between her breasts, and my sweat laces her cheeks.
My scent clings to her skin, and those green eyes are half dazed from the aftermath of the climax that still shudders through her. Next, I’ll be asking her to move into my suite. Oh, wait, I already did that.
I am turning into someone I don’t know, and you know what? It feels okay. It doesn’t seem wrong. It feels pretty good, actually. Fuck if that doesn’t freak me out further.
I let go of her hand, then grip her hips and try to pull her off of me, but she wraps her legs around my waist, straddling me. “Oh, no, you don’t pull away, not after that statement.”
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