“No.”
“Liar.”
She hangs her head and squeezes her thighs together. My groin throbs. Bet the sweet flesh between your legs aches as much as my cock.
I drop into the chair and tap my lap.
A shudder of breath leaves her chest. Then she raises her chin and walks toward me, her gait unsteady, her arms wrapped around her waist. Her shoulders hunch, and by the time she’s reached me, she’s trembling all over. She sinks onto my lap. I catch her, turning her so she’s seated sideways.
Her gaze drops to the tray, and her eyes widen. “What?” She swallows, then points at the rope. “What is that for?”
“Guess?" I allow my mouth to twitch.
She juts out her lower lip.
Fucking cute. Cute? Did I think cute? I draw myself up to my full height.
“You intend to tie me up again?”
“Maybe…” I lean close enough for my breath to lift the hair on her forehead. “Maybe I’ll whip you with it instead.”
The color slides off of her cheeks. Her breathing goes ragged.
“Mark you across the backs of those creamy thighs, over the curve of your luscious ass.”
Her eyes widen; the pupils dilate.
“Maybe you’d enjoy that too much, hmm?” I feather my knuckle over her cheek, then lift her chin until her gaze meets mine. “Perhaps once we reach Scotland, I should throw you into the cellar and let you suffer on your own.”
She flicks out a tongue to lick her lips. I press my thumb down on her lower lip, opening her mouth. I’d been inside that hot, wet cavity of pleasure. My dick throbs. I want her to wrap her lips around my balls and suck on them, right before she takes me down her throat.
Her shoulders bunch. The scent of roses and pepper teases my nostrils. Only then do I realize I’ve buried my nose in the crook of where her shoulder meets her neck.
“P... Perverted asshole.”
“You weren’t saying that when I shoved my dick inside of you earlier.”
She flinches, and I lick the still bleeding wound.
The taste of her blood fills my mouth. Sweet, with a bite. My dick lengthens. I graze my teeth over the torn flesh, and her hands jerk in her lap.
“Does it hurt?”
She turns to me. “What do you think?”
Her green eyes bore into me. The emerald sparks ebb and flow, pulling me in. I want to lose myself in their depths. Want to sink into her and watch how that affects the change in their color. The fuck is that about? They are eyes belonging to my slave.
So what if they are beautiful, shining with a stormy vortex boiling at the edges?
Why do I want to lean into them, close enough for the fire inside of her to burn me, to burn away all of the thoughts that crowd in on my mind, the past that weighs me down, the future that presses in on my rib cage, shoving at me, strangling me?
Since when have I begun to feel trapped by the promise made to my adoptive father?
My groin thrums; a vague discomfort tugs at my chest.
“I don’t care one way or the other.” Picking up a slice of cheese, I offer it to her. “Open.”
Her lips clamp together. Her muscles stiffen. She folds her arms around her waist.
“You need your strength to fight me.”
She doesn’t react.
I wrap my arm around her and pull her close.
A low hum rumbles up my chest, twining around her, sinking into her blood. Her muscles relax. Her face twists.
“I hate—”
I pop a slice of cheese into her mouth. She presses her lips together; her jaw stays static.
“Don’t make me force you to chew it.”
I hold her gaze. Black pupils shining, dilating, and my dick hardens on cue. Huh?
The angrier she is, the more my body seems to relish it. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been challenged by an omega before? Most of them are more than ready to lie back and spread, then are pathetically grateful when I rut them. Unlike her. She doesn’t want to be here, and that makes her an irresistible challenge. How far can I push her before I break her?
How long before she surrenders to her needs and begs me to take her?
How long before I lose patience and knot her again?
“What’s it to be then?”
She purses her lips.
“You going to eat this on your own or should I—?” I drop my mouth toward her breast and blow on the nipple. The bud pebbles. Goosebumps flare on her skin and I peer up at her.
She purses her lips, then her jaw moves.
I straighten. “Good girl.”
I hold up another slice of cheese, and she opens her mouth, then chews and swallows. I feed her more cheese, some grapes, a strawberry, a small piece of bread.
“Enough.”
She licks her mouth and looks at the food longingly.
“Behave and you may get more.”
I grab a hunk of bread, place some cheese on it, and eat it up.
I offer her a few more bites, and she chews and swallows. She watches my mouth with hungry eyes, her gaze moving with my every bite, her lips glistening. By the time I am finished, my dick is throbbing, the pulse echoed by the blood pounding in my ears.
“Why do you care if I eat or not?” Her breath hitches.
“I need you to get your strength back to—”
“So I can fight you?”
“To resist me when I try to fuck you.” I chew, then swallow the last mouthful.
Her breathing goes shallow.
I reach for the cotton, swab the cut on her forehead, then bandage the wound.
“You didn’t have to do that; it wasn’t life-threatening.”
“You are my asset; I need to make sure you are in top shape when I return you to Zeus.”
Her muscles go still; her fingers clench. “But you took the most important thing I had.” A shiver convulses her shoulders, yet her body burns to the touch. The heat radiates off of her skin, tinged with pheromones and that sweet scent of slick.
I drag my fingers over her belly button to the flesh between her legs. Wet. So damned wet. Her arousal coats my fingers and I snarl, “You want me inside of you?”
“No.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Never.”
"You want me to throw you down on the bed…and knot you, take all choice from you, and put you out of your misery.”
“No. No. No.” She digs her fingernails into her palms. Her body quakes, her hair curling as it dries around the pale white of her face.
“You need to only ask, Omega.”
“I will not.” She hiccups.
“Fine.”
I rise to my feet cradling her in my arms. “Time for you to sleep.” I prowl toward the bed.
“Wait.” She wriggles in my grasp.
I continue walking.
“I told you the sheets smell all wrong.” She snarls.
Not surprising, neither that mattress nor those sheets belong to me.
I pause near the bed, then lower her to her feet. Her legs give way, and she falls against me.
I grasp her shoulders, then press down. Her knees hit the floor.
I grab my cock and slide my fingers up the length, squeezing out a bead of precum. She pants, and her gaze fastens on my dick. The skin stretches across her cheekbones.
“You want this?”
Her little tongue flicks out to lick her lips.
“You’re not getting it, not until you ask for it.”
I continue to slide my hold up and down the length of my shaft.
A moan wheezes out of her.
She raises her chin, her tongue caught between her teeth. Her eyes glaze. Her breathing roughens. Then she reaches a hand for my groin, and I growl.
She drops her palms to her lap then clasps her fingers together.
I increase the speed as I continue to wank off, up, down, up again, faster, harder.
Her breathing quickens in tandem.
; Her chin wobbles, and a shiver runs down her spine; goosebumps flare on her skin.
I keep going.
I don’t take my gaze off of her face, off of the way her entire body trembles. The scent of slick deepens in the air, and my muscles stiffen.
Fuck, I am going to come.
She whines and parts her lips. My thigh muscles spasm, my groin hardens. Then the cum spurts out. I step around her to jerk off onto the bed.
Squeezing out every last drop onto the mattress, I stop, my dick still semi-rigid, my breathing ragged. She tilts her chin up, her pupils blown.
On her knees, she stares up at me, her lips parted. Mouth glistening. The wound at the base of where her neck meets her shoulder cleaves the creamy flesh of her skin. The puncture wounds I left when I bit her are visible.
So beautiful. So fucking primal. I can’t wait to mark every inch of that gorgeous body.
I peel back my lips. Her chest rises and falls.
I flex my fingers and her pupils dilate.
She locks her pleading gaze with mine, and something coils in my chest.
I jerk my chin toward the bed.
She springs up to her feet, pivots around, and throws herself onto the mattress.
The curve of her spine, the dimples over the flare of her hips flash, then she rolls around, streaking my cum all over her newly washed skin.
Over her hair.
She scoops up some and rubs it over her breasts, down her stomach, across the flesh between her legs. I can’t stop looking. Can’t stop myself from grabbing my dick.
“Part your legs.”
She bends her knees, then slides her thighs wide.
“Play with yourself.”
She drags her fingers between the folds of her pussy, rubbing my cum into the soft flesh.
“Deeper.”
I grip my cock harder, the pulse thrumming at my temples, at my wrists, even in my balls. I don’t stop. I tug and wank myself.
“Add another finger.”
She slides another into her cunt.
“One more.”
She adds a third, and that sweet little hole of hers expands to take it in, all right up to her knuckles.
“Faster.”
She pulls out and shoves her fingers in, and again. The squelching noises sink into my blood. A shudder rolls up from my feet and my cock lengthens. The pinpricks snowball, racing up my thighs, contracting my groin.
“Come.”
A moan bursts from her lips, her spine arches off of the bed, her eyes roll back, as the hot bursts of cum spill from my cock.
I angle it over her, and the thick ropy strands coat her chest, her hips, over her pussy, her thighs. My breathing hitches, waves of tiredness engulf me, and I sway. My knees hit the bed, and I fall across it. She moans, and her breathing deepens.
I drag her body up next to me.
I position us, with our heads on the pillows, and pull the covers over us. I haul her close, then spoon her.
I’ve helped to ease her pain temporarily.
Wrapped her in my cum, in the tone of my purrs, in my heat, so she knows I am here, close. Enough to soothe for a few hours. My dick protests, wanting more. Have I fucking lost it?
It’s a glimmer of weakness. Something I will not allow myself again.
I need to get my ass in gear and fuck her out of my system.
Tear up her pussy, use her as therapy. She’s so fucking gorgeous I want to fuck my entire childhood out on her.
My dick hardens.
I groan and lower my hands to where her ass cheeks thrust against my dick. All I have to do is bury the aching, weeping head of my cock inside her hole.
I bury my nose in her hair and her scent fills my senses. My breath deepens, my muscles grow heavy. I let my eyelids flutter down.
"Kayden."
Ma calls after me as I race up the hillside. My breath comes in pants. My pulse thuds in my ears. I pump my legs and speed up. Faster, faster. The wind slams into me, pushing me back. My heart begins to race. I have been here many times before. Have relived this scene too many times in the past. I am dreaming. But I can't pull myself out of it.
I brace my body against the breeze, keep going, don’t stop. Maybe if I run fast enough, I can outrun this nightmare? I put on a burst of speed and race over the last few feet. Reaching the peak, I bend over panting.
"Kayden."
I turn back to see the woman walking up the slope. Her golden hair shines in the rising sun. Her dark pink scarf blows behind her. Her long legs eat up the distance between us.
No, don't come closer Mama, if you do you are going to die. Don't. I try to scream out to her, and tell her to stop, but no word emerges from my throat.
"You are getting too fast for me, Kai."
She smiles and her face lights up.
Footsteps sound behind me. She looks past me and her gaze widens. She hastens her pace, breaking into a run. "Stop, mama, stop."
"Kai." She races in my direction.
"No, you need to leave before he kills you." I moan aloud. Sweat pools in the hollows of my armpits.
"Kayden." She reaches for me and blood drips from her fingers.
"Kayden, wake up."
My eyelids snap open.
Green eyes blaze at me. Blonde hair streams around her shoulders. "Kayden," Her lips purse, "You were dreaming?"
There's a knock on the door. Every instinct in me goes on alert. I throw my arms around her and roll over so my body shields hers, “Who the fuck is it?”
“It’s Marcus. Zeus’ soldiers are scanning the grounds. You need to get out of here.”
12
Chloe
He releases me, then rolls out of bed.
For a second I'd been sure he meant to protect me. The way he'd wrapped his arms around me, and planted himself between me and the entrance had been...unexpected.
Why did he do that?
He stalks to the door and cracks it half open.
Marcus hands over some clothes. “I have a new car with a full tank, enough to take you all the way to Scotland.”
“I appreciate it.”
“Your father was the one man who never let me down. He was there when I needed him most. This is the least I can do. Save his legacy, Kayden.”
Kayden’s shoulders go solid. He accepts the clothes and shuts the door. Then prowls back to me. Dawn lights up the window, caressing his body. The hard planes of his chest, the tapering waist. The thick, beautiful cock that hangs semi-erect between those muscled thighs.
He drops some of the clothes on the bed, then stalks toward me and hands over the rest. I accept them and he turns away.
“Alpha.”
He pauses.
“Thanks.”
"Don't thank me, thank Marcus. Left to myself I'd have preferred to keep you naked."
Does he have to twist everything I say to suit his needs? Why is he trying so hard to come across as unfeeling?
"But since I am feeling particularly generous and because Marcus has a kind heart, we may as well indulge the old man eh?" He jerks his chin toward the clothes. "Don't go reading anything into the gesture."
Don't worry I won't be making that mistake anytime soon.
"Get dressed." The hushed command in his voice sears my nerves. The hair on my nape rises.
Only when I turn my back to him do I realize that I have rushed to do his bidding. Damn it. He can make me obey him with a few words.
"Still modest, eh?"
I stiffen. Is he mocking me? I shoot a glance over my shoulder and find that he's staring at me, his forehead is furrowed.
I search his features for any trace that he's having fun at my expense, but all I see is curiosity.
I hunch my shoulders, "I am not used to... to... dressing in front of someone else."
Yeah, after everything he did to me, after the way he'd taken me, I still feel obliged to seek some modicum of privacy for getting dressed. Such a prude.
All this while, I still feel h
is dick throbbing inside of me; the taste of him is fresh in my mouth.
Once we get to Scotland, he's going to knot me and fuck me senseless.
He won't stop until he's squeezed every last drop of pleasure from my body. Then what? Will he give me away once he grows bored with me?
I gnaw on my lower lip and his gaze drops to my mouth.
"Get used to it." He rakes his gaze over my breasts. "Your body is no longer yours Omega. It belongs to me. You'll obey me, fulfill me, you'll do everything in your power to make me happy. There is only one reason for your existence, to do as I ask."
"I'd have never guessed that."
The skin around his eyes creases. "Still haven't lost your sass, hmm?" He smirks and the cruel line of his thin upper lip draws my attention. "You have more spine than I'd expected." His gorgeous lips part and he flashes me a smile...no not a smile, that's being too charitable. It's a declaration of intent. A smirk of a predator who's simply biding his time.
He cracks his knuckles and I blink. "There'll be enough time to whip that out of you...if you ask me nicely."
"You wouldn't." I gulp and wrap my arms around my waist.
"Don't mock it until you try it. You may even enjoy it, Omega. You may ask for a whole lot more before I am done with you."
"Never."
He clucks his tongue. "Where are your manners?"
I lost them the moment I set eyes on you, you cad!
He rolls his shoulders, looking so damned pleased with himself. "I have so much to teach you."
I curl my fingers at my side. What stops me from reaching across and scratching that smug expression off of his face?
He holds up a warning finger, "I wouldn't."
Hell, can he sense my every thought? Am I that easy to read? I scowl at him.
His eyes gleam, one side of his lips twitches. He's trying to hold in a smile. Huh? So beneath that alpha-hole façade lives a man with a sense of humor. Who'd have thought? I almost wish I hadn't seen that. It humanizes him. Makes me regard him as something more than my kidnapper and I don't want that.
I stare at his face and he turns away.
Wow, he didn’t take it into his twisted head to punish me for standing up to him...yet. In fact, he seems to have enjoyed the little altercation. I dig my fingers in my hair and tug on it.
Why am I surprised?
I may not have experience with men, but I have met enough dominant alphas on my father's team. They think that they want someone who submits to their every need. How wrong they are. They can't resist an omega who challenges them, one they can chase and try to break. The thrill of the hunt is as potent as the need to mate. The need to mark and take.
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