by Isoellen
"Can't, can't, can't!" she chanted wildly.
He teased her entrance with the blunted tip of a forefinger while his still-clawed thumb rubbed over her feminine pucker.
She howled and bucked, trying to get away.
"Mine. You’re mine. My naughty little breeder girl. It's time for your punishment, Naya." He suckled on her clit, five sharp pulses that had her screaming.
He carved her down to nothing, found the core of her pleasure and pain and robbed her of every thought but him. She would lose herself completely, mind, body, and soul in what he was doing and what he wanted. By the time he was finished, he wanted her to feel possessed by him.
"Please, please, please!"
"So beautiful,” he murmured. “You are amazing. Perfect. I think I dreamed you up in my madness, treasure. I've gone over, gone so far over that I'm trapped in a hallucination—my every fuckin’ wish come true."
He teased her with one finger, pressing it in to the first knuckle, feeling her incredible, succulent wetness. Then with two fingers, he began pumping in and out.
"But I need to punish you. Should I stop now? Leave you wanting? Spank you? You broke one of my rules, baby. Don't think I forgot."
A high-pitched sound came out of her, long and wailing.
"Oh, sweetheart. I want you to sing for me. Yes. I will make you sing for me."
"What rule? What rule?" she demanded.
"Rule three. And if you can remember what that is right now, then you are thinking too much and I might need to punish you even more. Maybe I'm doing something wrong."
Naya gasped when he inserted a third finger and began to pump hard into her. Gorgeous fluid drenched his hand and he lapped it up, always starved for more.
He felt around, searching for the angle she liked best, until he found her most sensitive spot then purposely avoided it, taking her again to the razor edge of desperate need.
She sang for him, a wordless howl devolving into pleas and promises. Darre pumped a brutal thrust against her with his hand. His fingers were shorter than his cock, so there was less danger of pounding too deep, and he wanted her to feel this in the morning when she woke and tried to walk out of the nest.
Holding her with one arm while she writhed on the fingers claiming and owning her, he braced her on the exquisite edge of pleasure and pain.
"My rules,” he grunted in time with his thrusting, mouth speaking right above her swollen, juicy pussy.
"Number one: Stay in the room." He licked her clit. "Number two: Don't take anything."
He licked her bud again and gave it a sucking little kiss, three fingers still working in an unforgiving rhythm that made her sputter with every thrust. He counted each one with a grunt.
Barely resisting the temptation to lick her golden sugar-biscuit essence off his drenched fingers, Darre bathed his fingers in her cum, getting them ready.
He loved that she got so fucking wet for him. He inhaled her scent and found her sweet, tiny rose of a pucker.
"Rule. Number. Three." He inserted one soaked finger into the tight, dry space.
Caught off-guard, she hadn't tightened up, but she kicked out. "No. Don't. Monster. You can't."
"I can. I really can. Didn't you pay attention to your omega health studies? Don't you know that your genetics are unique among women? You are biologically different from all others. So special. Made for fucking. Born for it."
"But I don't want this. Don't want it." He could smell her tears, inhibition rolling off his proper little girl in waves.
"Your intended boy wouldn't do this to you, would he?" Darre challenged. He used the width of his shoulders, one arm holding her still, to subdue her. She was such a tiny little breeder that just his weight pressing forward immobilized her.
"He wouldn't claim you here,” he continued. “Own you here. He'd listen to what you wanted and not give you what you both needed."
She hissed through her teeth, trying to roll up over him and push him away. "Don't want it."
Darre nipped at her tits when they brushed against his face.
"Breeders have four times as many nerve endings as other breed. Did you know that, Naya? You feel things other women could only dream of. Pain. Pleasure. Everything in between."
"Monster." She pounded her arms against the bed.
He continued to pump his finger, tormenting her with the burning penetration.
Kissing her belly, he said, "Settle, treasure. You are going to give this to me. You will take your punishment and my dick. Here. Even here, all the way up inside you. And you will like it."
Her body trembled. Her sphincter fluttered. Pushing in, he gave her two fingers.
She sang for him, a long, drawn-out protest.
"You said you know who I am. You said you accept the Broken Prince. But do you know who you are? What you are capable of? I don't think you do." He pumped his fingers in once, twice, three times, and then took them out and spat on them.
"Breathe, my breeder girl. Breathe. In, out. In, out."
She took sobbing, halting breaths. When he felt the tension leave her body, he pushed all three of his fingers deep into her tight little hole.
Naya screamed.
"Beautiful. So beautiful."
"Hurts!"
"Does it? Are you sure?" He pushed in and out. "It should hurt. You broke my rule. Rule. Number. Three."
With his free hand he slapped her thigh, sharp and noisy until she was screeching. She was consumed by pain, pleasure, outrage, and raw emotion.
Darre loved the kaleidoscope he'd made of her.
He continued, pumping and slapping until she was crying and asking for forgiveness. He wished for a moment he could see his handprints on her thigh, the rosy pinking of her flesh. But the darkness sheltered them.
Next time, Darre thought. And he'd get that fuckin' mirror so he could see every angle of her.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry! Monster... Please. I’m sorry!" she cried.
"The rules are important. Don't forget,” he admonished coldly.
But he didn't feel particularly cold. His cock raged, hot and angry, demanding satisfaction.
Reaching down with his free hand, he stroked it tip to base, spreading the fountain of pre-cum over his skin. He pulled his fingers out of his mate's trembling body, flipped her to her belly, and brought her to the edge of the bed.
Leaning over her, Darre covered her back with his chest, fit his cock in the crease of her ass cheeks, and burrowed his face in the tangle of her hair to find her neck and kiss and lick her there.
"Are you sorry? Do you understand you disobeyed? Will you never forget?" he asked with gentle, loving touches.
"Yes, Monster. Yes." She didn't know what was coming next, or she'd be screaming again. Arching her back, she fisted her hands in the bedding of her nest and bucked her hips. "I don't like that. Please. Make it better. I ache."
He slicked his cock with her fluids and his own. "You ache now, baby? Relax, then. Relax and give me what I want so I can make it all better." He adjusted himself.
"Monster?"
He lay over her, teasing them both with the slide of his member. Her delicate skin felt slick and perfect against his own.
The sweet, tempting curve of her ass kissed his dick. He could cum like this, just rubbing against her, folded over his mate. He sucked at her neck, bringing her blood to the surface of her flesh and leaving his mark. When he brought a hand up to cup her jaw as he worked, she tipped her head down to lick at his claws.
"That's my baby. Good girl. Such a good girl." He praised and kissed behind her ear.
He felt her trembling need ease, the tension he had built releasing again. Shifting back, feet on the floor, one hand at her neck and one at her hip, he smoothed over the curvy fullness he found there. Her hips, ass, and tiny waist were so perfect for fucking her from this vantage point.
"You're gonna give me what I want, aren't you?"
"Yes. Anything,” she answered with a luxurious moan.
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p; "That's right. Anything."
Grabbing his cock, he rubbed the head from her swollen, pouting clit to her asshole again and again, knowing how much she liked it and that she would want more.
Naya sang the name he'd given her, "Monster. My Monster!"
When he pushed the broad tip of his cock forward into her little pucker, the pitch of her moans rose to a surprised cry.
She was small and fragile here, and he went slowly, but he didn't stop. She was tight and squeezing him fiercely. He'd suffocate if he stopped. He had to go all-in.
"Please, don't. It's not right. Not right. Don't, don't, don't!"
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.
“Get her what she wants, if it can be obtained, or talk to me,” he told Cook.
He also commanded Cook to look for shit he knew would make her more comfortable on the twelfth floor. A hand in every jar, the man knew where everything in the tower could be found. If they had it on hand, Cook would see it delivered to the correct place.
Mac was eating at a table in the commons where all the men met at dawn to get daily orders. Next to him was Nixon, another male who had survived Darre for more than a handful of years. As his trainer and weapons master Nixon oversaw keeping the men in shape and ready to fight.
Across from Nixon sat Seta. Darker-skinned and younger than the other three, he managed Darre's eyes and ears in the sector.
"Gentlemen." Darre greeted them with a wolfish smile. He didn't like to think that any of his men were plotting behind his back, but he found it unlikely they knew anything about crates of registered women coming into the sector. Officially blocked and heavily policed, travel out of Sector 2 without Darre's knowledge should have been impossible.
Someone had been playing a game while he'd been up in his tower, oblivious to it.
Whether it was goods, information, or bodies, Darre had total control. All the underground exits and thus the underground trade, sat under his watch. After taking over the sector, Mac himself had helped Darre set them up.
These men at the table were top of his team. There were ways to communicate digitally inside and outside of the sector, but those channels were also largely under Darre's control.
The alphas in the room watched him carefully, no doubt surprised to see him on the first floor. It was well-known he only left the tower to kill someone.
They didn’t wear their emotions on their faces, though. Darre didn't surround himself with weak simpletons.
"Mac said you have a mate. Thought you'd be enjoying her still," Nixon said, returning Darre's smile. It was genuine. Nixon enjoyed women and had a beta tucked away that Darre knew he took good care of. There was just a touch of envy in the other male's eyes, but he wasn't the kind that stabbed a man in the back.
"I enjoyed her all night," Darre said. "Want to get crap done with those crows and everything else so I can enjoy her more. You have a report for me, Mac?"
He sat at the table next to Nixon and motioned at one of the drones for food and tea.
"Alpha, you said to talk to the Tenbel’s breed women. Six of them were registered. Of those six, five woke up in Sector 2 one day without knowing how they got here. Three of those five climbed out of a wooden box, like a shipping crate. Three of the others were born here and one was born in the Southern Un," Mac said.
"Five kidnapped betas, plus my mate. That is a lot of women coming into Sector 2 who don't want to be here. Why didn't I know this before?" Darre looked at Mac and Seta.
"The wall is secure,” Mac said. “They are coming in legally without being properly checked on the other side. You know we check nothing that is brought in.”
There were no guards at the gate, no Administration building for people to go through. But there should be watchers who knew what the fuck was going on. Darre eyed Seta.
Seta shoved a piece of meat i
n his mouth and chewed a couple times before answering. "Told you that beta priest had women."
"Did you know they were stolen women from outside the sector?"
"I suspected, but hadn’t confirmed. Where else would they come from? I knew that black robe got a lot of shipments, but thought we was workin' with him and that you had approved it."
"What were Tenbel's connections outside? Where were the shipments coming from? How was he arranging the shipments?" Darre asked. He didn't smell lies or fear, but it was seriously difficult for him to believe that a man he had chosen for his intelligence and guile had missed these points. Was he withholding information?
If Seta felt the extra scrutiny, it didn't show in his eyes. "I don't know if it was Tenbel or one of the men close to him. Someone had a connection for sure. I’m working on finding out, but his drones don't talk. Some of them are missing tongues and some of them had their vocal cords cut on drone farms.
“The betas I have workin' for me have had a hard time getting in close. They could sit in for the book readin' crap and some social time, but Tenbel was careful about his inner circle."
The drone brought Darre a plate piled high with meat, pan-cooked potatoes, and pickled cabbage. Darre speared a piece of meat with his knife.
"Back to the women. You talked to them?" Darre asked Mac.
"You know they don't want to talk to me."
"One of them, a pregnant girl, said she knew my mate. I want to know where that leads."
Thin lips twisting on his ruddy face, Mac said, "You stormed out of there in a fury. All them women burst into tears and cried for hours. I barely got what little I told you."
Nixon, who'd been listening, chuckled. "Boss always did have a way with the ladies."
Seta leaned forward. "Let me talk to them."
"You just want to get your dick wet. That's not a good idea," Mac said.
"Yeah. So? I'll sign a contract. Let me have a shot." The look in his eyes was hungry. If he'd ever slept with a woman, Darre knew it would have been after standing in a long line behind other alphas. The women from Tenbel's were virgin flesh compared to others in this district.
It was nothing but fuckin' trouble.