by Zara Zenia
“Oh, God,” Melody panted as he slipped two fingers inside her, stroking her gently, enough to make her brain go fuzzy from how much she wanted it. Wanted more. Devron kissed the side of her neck, nibbling at her sensitive flesh as he barely moved those fingers, then he pressed the heel of his hand to Melody’s clit and she sucked in another sharp breath that melted into a whimper.
“You want to come, don’t you, little Omega?” he asked, teeth nipping at her neck with more pressure, enough to make her gasp from the pain even though the pain sent a pulse of hot need straight between her legs.
“Yes,” she breathed, biting her bottom lip to hold back the desperate cry waiting to break free.
“Fuck my hand,” he said, trailing his kisses to the other side of her neck. “If you want to come, fuck my hand.”
Melody whimpered as his filthy words sent another jolt straight to her clit. With his permission, there was no stopping her from grinding against him, taking those amazing fingers of his deeper inside her. Sparks shot off behind her closed eyes, and Melody gasped, grinding down harder on Devron’s hand, adding more pressure to her clit, rocking back and forth, faster and faster.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck,” Melody groaned as her body tightened around him.
“That’s right. Come for me,” Devron said, the command in his voice sending another ripple through Melody, another aftershock of pleasure that rolled into a fresh orgasm. While she was still recovering from that, he withdrew his fingers, shoved her panties down around her ankles, and bent her over the arm of the couch.
“And now I’m gonna feel what that sweet pussy is like when it’s coming so perfectly for me,” he said, sliding his hand up Melody’s spine, shivers and goosebumps following his touch as she tried to come to grips with the insanely powerful orgasm still rumbling its echoes through her veins. His hand came down on her ass with a loud smack, and heat bloomed from the spot, spreading from her ass to her quivering pussy.
“Hey!” she protested.
He spanked the other cheek even harder, and Melody was ashamed by how much it turned her on. How much she loved his roughness. Even though her ass was hot and inflamed from his smacks, when he slid his palms over the smarting flesh, they soothed the ache, stoking her need afresh and hungrier than ever. Devron caressed her ass, molding the globes in his hands, lifting and spreading them, all the while making sexy grunts and groans that made Melody wild.
Just when she was sure she wouldn’t be able to take his stalling anymore, he was there. His thick cock was pressed against the tight opening of her sex, and Melody gasped.
“I know that’s what you’ve been waiting for,” Devron said, smacking her ass again. Melody cried out, and just as she did, he slid into her, her cry morphing, growing louder before shifting to a deep, wanton moan.
“Shit,” Devron groaned, buried all the way inside her. Melody agreed. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. He was so deep inside her, filling her so perfectly. She was so tight, and him so thick, that there was no mistaking the throb of his pulse inside her, the way it rippled outward and made her body clench around him.
It felt so, so good. Impossibly so. It felt like there was a part of Melody that had only just been reunited with the rest of her. Devron started to pull back, and Melody wanted to beg him to stop, to beg him not to leave her, but she managed to override the urge, to bite her tongue. A moment later, she was rewarded with his returning, slamming into her deeper, more forceful than before.
“Fuck!” Melody cried, clutching at the couch for purchase. Devron seemed to take that as a suggestion, grabbing her hips firmly before he started fucking her with wild abandon, harder, deeper, drilling into her like he wanted to fuck her hard enough to break the couch. Melody didn’t care, though. She didn’t care if he broke every piece of furniture he fucked her on if he just kept fucking her like this. It was the most incredible feeling she’d ever felt, like her body had always wanted—needed—this and she’d just never known it.
How could she ever go back to the way things were before?
She couldn’t.
Did she want to, now?
“You are perfection,” Devron said, hand stinging her ass, sending tremors of pleasurable pain all the way to Melody’s toes. Her body clenched around him, weightlessness and ecstasy flooding her senses, pulling her from her body.
“Oh . . . oh . . . oh, God,” Melody cried, nails digging into the fabric of the couch.
“Yes!” Devron hissed as he rammed into her harder than before, then stilled, jerking and collapsing over her.
Lying there, trembling and shuddering in the aftershocks of the best sex of her entire damn life, Melody didn’t know how to feel. One the one hand, that was the best sex of her entire damn life.
On the other hand . . . was any of it real?
13
After completing the bond like they had, Devron felt the persistent call of the Frenzy calm and die down—only a little, though. Having Melody near was enough to spark his need for her again, but the urgency had fled. Now, he felt the need to pull her close to him, to hold her in his arms, warm and protected from anything that might try to harm her.
But as he reached for her, Devron hesitated, watching her closely for the signs of regret he expected to appear. If they were going to make a showing, though, it would be later. Melody was currently smiling blissfully, her eyes hooded and sleepy, her face flushed with an attractive warmth that made Devron’s need for her pulse anew.
When she didn’t pull away from his drawing her into his arms, Devron led Melody to the bed and laid her down before crawling in beside her, his fingers lazily exploring her still-naked body as they basked in the afterglow of their joining.
“What was your life like before?” he asked as one of his fingers circled the puckered tip of her nipple. She sighed at his touch, the contented sound coming from her lips enough to stir Devron’s cock to attention again, but he willed it away for the moment, curious to learn more about this prize of his.
“Nothing special,” she said, head back on a pillow, her dark hair fanned out around her, silky and straight. “I was a thief.”
Devron snorted. “That explains some things.”
“Like what?” she asked, propping herself up on one elbow to give him a challenging look. Devron chuckled and held up a hand in surrender, moving in to kiss her lightly.
“Your criticism of my thievery skills, for one,” he said.
She rolled her eyes, but a smile broke through.
“Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point there.”
“So you were a good thief, then?” he asked.
Melody nodded. “I’d say so, yeah. Kind of had to be.”
Devron arched a brow, asking a silent question as his fingers danced from one of her naked breasts to the other. He made a mental note to find her some more suitable attire, clothing that offered him more ready access to the treasures she possessed.
She turned slightly to face him, a strange, conflicted expression wrinkling her brow.
“I was pretty young when my folks died, and the only person left to take me in was my Aunt Mary. Aunt Mary never wanted any kids. She hated kids. She hated anything that wasn’t helping her to get high, to be honest. She didn’t hate the checks the state sent her to help take care of me, but she hated anyone trying to point out to her that that’s what they were for. So I had to find my own way. I started off by proving myself as a lookout, getting in good with the woman who’d eventually be my mentor—Jodie,” she said, her voice softening with the name. Devron could see the affection Melody had for the other woman in the dark depths of her warm eyes.
“Jodie was good to me,” Melody said after a pause. She swallowed and nodded. “She was really good to me. Took care of a scrawny street kid with nowhere else to go, gave me a roof over my head and food in my belly as long as I did the work.”
“It sounds like you were close,” Devron said, fingers dancing over her sides, exploring every dip and curve of her irresistible body.
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nbsp; “Yeah, we were,” Melody said, clearing her throat. “I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if Jodie wasn’t there to teach me the ropes. Girls without skills on Earth . . . well, they’ve got one thing to make money,” she said, pursing her lips, shaking her head. “I don’t need to tell you that I wasn’t gonna do that. But stealing jewelry from rich fuckers who won’t ever miss it? Yeah, that was right up my alley.”
At the mere implication of someone else having Melody, Devron’s fingers on her tightened. She was his. No matter how destitute he was, he’d never let another lay a finger on his Omega. He hated the very idea that she’d nearly been driven to prostitution back on her home planet. Thankfully, it had never come to that. She’d been through enough.
“I was good at it, too,” she said, sounding almost bitter about that as she shook her head, her mouth pursed tightly. “Really fucking good. I had a nice place, a pile of savings stashed away. I was so close,” she muttered, fists tightening at her sides.
“Then Nor got you?” Devron asked, throat a little tighter as his hand skimmed down her hip and over her thigh. He teased the curly patch of hair between her thighs with the tips of his fingers, watching as her breath hitched and her eyes fluttered in anticipation.
“Not quite,” she breathed, legs parting subtly, inviting Devron’s probing fingers in. “First, I was sold out by my fence,” she growled.
At Devron’s confused expression, she added, “The person who sold my ill-gotten goods. She turned me into the cops for a reduced sentence, the snake.”
“No loyalty among thieves, eh?” Devron asked, amusement in his tone as one of his fingers slipped into the slippery folds of her sex, exploring her to find every spot that made her gasp, each place he could touch that would make her hips jerk off the bed like that.
“Normally, we’ve got each other’s backs,” she said, determined to stay on topic though Devron was persistent with his exploratory touches, his mouth moving in to join in the discovery of every one of Melody’s erogenous zones. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked, and Melody yelped, her back arching up off the bed like she’d been hit with a shock stick.
“Jodie . . . Jodie never would have done that to me,” she panted as he kissed across her breastbone to the other nipple, refusing to leave it feeling neglected.
“I’m going to miss her the most,” Melody said, her voice tight with the realization. “Losing my savings sucks . . . and my freedom,” she added, and there was no chance Devron was going to miss the bitter resignation in her tone at that word. “But Jodie . . . she was my family,” Melody said with a defeated sigh.
“I’m sorry,” Devron said, looking up to lock gazes with her. “I would not have wished this on you, Melody,” he said, doing his best to remain on topic while his hands were still wandering of their own accord.
“But I hope together, we can make it less terrible?” he added, pressing his lips to hers softly, his fingers pushing between her legs again, stroking her, making her tremble and gasp into his kisses.
“It’s not all bad, right?” he asked again, thumb circling over her clit again and again as Melody gasped, rasping cries pulling from her throat as she arched toward him, her body writhing for more. “I know you enjoy this,” he said, pulling himself down her body until his face was nestled between her thighs and the sweet nirvana of her sex was centered before him.
Devron growled, his cock hard as steel as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue through her juices—tangy and fresh, not quite sweet, like an under-ripened berry. Melody shivered when the tip of his tongue tapped against her clit, and Devron gripped her thighs tightly, keeping them spread when she tried to clamp them around his head.
“Sweet, sweet Melody,” he growled, driving his long tongue deep inside her.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed, hips bucking toward him as he curled his tongue deep inside her, stroking her from the inside. Melody’s hips moved on their own until she was practically fucking his tongue, and then Devron moved his hand, two of his fingers trapping Melody’s clit between them, sawing back and forth as his thumb delicately tapped her pleasure button.
“Jesus, Devron, oh, my God,” she muttered, thrashing beneath him, her body moving to its own music. Melody clutched at the sheets, at his hair, trying to drag him in deeper, trying to force more from him.
“Please,” she begged, her word a cry so desperate he’d never have expected it to come from Melody. But it did. Oh, how it did, and it was so damn sweet to hear his little Omega begging for him like that.
“Please, make me yours,” she begged again, arching her hips up, her whole body trembling under his tongue and his fingers. Devron couldn’t deny his pet what she wanted, though.
As he pulled back, Melody let out a desperate, aching cry, the sound of loss and need all mingling together.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” Devron teased, pressing himself at her entrance, his hands under the firm, tight globes of her ass. Melody groaned—her only answer to him—and Devron chuckled darkly, thrusting all the way into her, both of them crying out in relief as he did.
“You feel so damn incredible,” he said, buried deep inside.
He’d always known the Alpha-Omega bond was something special, something unlike anything else. He’d always known that it would feel amazing, but nothing could have prepared Devron for just how intense the feeling was. Just how much he wanted her, how irresistible she was, how desperate he was to hear her cries of ecstatic pleasure filling his ears.
Nothing could have prepared him for the complete and total loss of his senses whenever he was around this woman. She didn’t understand how it affected him too. How the bond—even though he hadn’t been injected with hormones—latched onto his soul and sank anchors deep into him, too. Melody was angry with him because she thought he had the choice to walk away when she didn’t, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Especially not now that he’d had her. Now, Devron was sure there was no going back to a life without Melody. There was no going back to a life without an Omega at all, but it wasn’t just any Omega who would do. It had to be Melody. She was the one for him, even if having only one was an absurd concept to his people.
Devron didn’t care about that, about what anyone would say or think. She was his as much as he was now hers. Buried inside of her the way he was, there was no denying the hold she had on him, the way she sucked him into her body and held him there, his mind overwhelmed with sheer bliss as her muscles rippled around him and drew the pleasure from deep within his balls.
“Fuck me,” Melody begged, her legs tightening around his waist, trying to pull him in closer. “Fuck me hard,” she said, eyes shut tight and her head thrown back on the pillows. Devron ground in deeper, as deep as he could, pressing in until Melody’s eyes snapped open, her jaw slack on a silent cry.
“Holy shit,” she gasped as he did it again, grinding his hips against hers, the two of them as connected as they could possibly be. Devron moved his hips like that again and again, never withdrawing from her, just pressing in deeper and deeper, making her feel every thick inch of him filling her completely, her body stretching to accommodate him, and all the while, Melody kept gasping, silent, shocked cries the only thing she could manage.
It wasn’t the fucking she’d asked for, but Devron couldn’t just give his Omega everything she asked for. Who would be in charge then? Instead of fucking her the way she wanted, he locked his eyes with hers and made her feel him deep inside her, every inch, every ridge and vein, everything. There was no escaping it when he was in her so deep, when they were connected like this with this slow, deliberate plundering of her body.
He couldn’t take it. It was too much. She was too beautiful, her body too damn perfect. Devron thrust hard, Melody’s screams echoing around the room as he entered her once, twice, and then on the third thrust, he lost himself within her, collapsing to the side afterward, more spent than before.
14
Being with Devron was a
bliss unlike anything Melody had ever experienced. The way he touched her, his fingers hot on her skin, leaving trails of tingling lust in their wake, and the way he kissed her, his lips demanding and insistent, his tongue skilled and flexible, enough to make her dizzy. He was like a drug, and Melody had always done her best to stay away from those.
But she couldn’t bring herself to stay away from him. No matter what she wanted, there were actual physical limitations to what she could do. And walking away from him when he was coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her melted puddle of a body was too much to ask.
She hated that her body betrayed her like this, that it responded to him and welcomed him when she didn’t want to give in to him. And as much as she enjoyed the physical pleasure Devron inflicted upon her throughout the hours, Melody couldn’t stop the rage from building inside of her.
How could she have tricked herself into thinking he was different, thinking that there might be something real underneath all the fake bullshit?
She should have known better.
She did know better. That was the worst part. She’d been taught time and time again how much was at stake when she trusted people. She knew not to give in to Devron, knew that he’d never be what he told her, and here he was, proving her right, selfishly claiming her after deluding himself into thinking he’d spent enough time pretending to listen to her stories about her past.
He didn’t give a shit about her or her past. He just wanted to fuck her.
The worst part was he didn’t have to wait for her to be agreeable. He did that to fool her, to make her think he was worth opening up to.
The worst part was that she fell for it. She walked in that door and offered herself to him. She could’ve walked away. She could’ve gotten out of this mess.
And she didn’t.
Part of her had always been like this, self-sabotaging. Part of her believed what Aunt Mary had said, that she was worthless and didn’t deserve anything from anyone. Not even her freedom.