The Golden Line: An Omegaverse Dark Romance (Knotted Book 1)

by Addison Cain

  She might not always want it, but it was the only way to coax his feral darling to rest.

  Legs pinned open, pretty pink pussy dripping with their mutual pleasure just for him to devour, Simin spoiled her. And while he serviced her clit with practiced swipes of his tongue, he would rub the dripping remnants of his spend into sweet hips that would ache when the pain-blinding chemicals of estrous faded.

  Already she was bruised. Thinner from two days with nothing in her belly but slick-laced come. When her heat was finally broken, his Morgaine would require days of gentle care and the loving purr of a mate who would lay down his life for her.

  He’d never desired to tend a female after the sexual high had faded. All the others had been sent back to Omega Sector to be tended by their own kind.

  Some had begged for more, crushed that he had not been tempted to claim them in the heat of the moment. But how could he? Simin had known his kor’yr waited.

  And here she was, arching up under him and riding his cock like a fucking goddess.

  How he loved her.

  The pinnacle of his rut and her heat was on the horizon, the moment where he could set his teeth to her flesh and bite down for more than just stinging pleasure. Already he felt his soul swishing through his physical form, as if ready to reach out and brush its other half.

  He wanted her first estrous, their bonding estrous, to be perfect.

  The choice of where to bite…

  When an Omega was pair-bonded by force, the mark was often in the shoulder. It was an easy place to reach when knotted and pinning a struggling woman. The arm was considered inelegant, used by sloppy Alphas desperate to seal the connection when a flailing Omega could not be properly subdued. Simin wanted something more for Morgaine.

  He wanted to scar her in a place she could be proud of.

  Taking her hips in hand, Simin rolled to his back and set the woman stuffed full of his cock into a position they had yet to explore.

  Pupils blown, the Omega blinked down at his supine body and frowned. Hands planted on his abs, she seemed unhappy with this change of circumstance, until she slid forward and the edge of his cock hit a place in her only available from this angle.

  An animal grunt, and she fearlessly tossed back wild, golden locks and rode him with abandon.

  Tits high, nipples hard as fucking diamonds… Simin would never get enough of the view.

  Half-lidded eyes met his.

  Lips caught up in a lascivious grin, he trailed his fingers between her breasts, purring, “I would have done anything to have you this way. Killed anyone, forsaken my name…”

  A pleased sound came from the girl who could not know of what he spoke.

  “I know I’m older, that I lack the beauty of my brothers, or the righteousness of a male worthy of you. It matters not. In a few moments I’m going to steal back the missing half of my spirit and give you what I have carried in my chest from birth. You’ll have my heart. I’ll have your soul.”

  The thrum of a building climax sparked up Simin’s spine, sending him to buck upward and almost unseat his prize. Unwilling to be thrown, Morgaine’s cunt seized about his throbbing mass, gripping what was hers as the little Omega rocked her clit against the thumb he offered to appease her.

  High on her scent, the warmth of enticing slick dripping down his hips, coating his sack in shined seepage, was delicious. The feel of her skin under his gripping palms right in every way.

  Watching her excitement build, the flush creeping over semen-crusted skin, evoked a powerful response from his restless spirit. It was time. Simin’s knot began to expand before she was ready, because an Omega could not be bonded unless subdued.

  He wanted her wild when he set his teeth to her breast. She had to fight to seal the connection.

  Bouncing her up and down his budding knot, pushing the woman past pleasure and into the dangerous territory of delirium, that rush came over him. He sat up, lap full of female. Wrapping his arms around her back he took that long hair in hand, yanked back her head to present those jiggling tits, and set his teeth to the inside of her left breast. Right over her beating heart.

  Jaw clamping shut, he set her pleasure into a spinning release that distracted just long enough for her body to register the pain too late.

  She struck out, clawing at his back. And so began the budding throb of a pair-bond.

  Blood streamed down sweat-slicked skin, bubbling from the corners of his mouth when Simin refused to release her at the first cry. There was an art to the formation of permanent union, one no Alpha had to be taught. Stealing the soul of one’s beloved and replacing it with their own was a birth-given right.

  The link thrummed to life.

  No matter how she wailed in pain, her cunt still rippled and gripped his knot. It still sucked the seed straight from his sack and urged him to offer up more. And this knot—this glorious moment that tied them together for life—he would assure it lasted the remainder of the night.

  When she woke, it would be in pain. But as he’d sworn, he would only hurt Morgaine for her pleasure. The inevitable tears he would soothe with a soft touch and a dedicated purr. He’d feed his cock down her throat so she wouldn’t hunger. He’d lick her sweet cunt until she remembered she could trust him again.

  And then, when he broke her heat, he’d tell her that he had her mother on board.

  His first gift to his pair-bonded mate.

  For he knew what Morgaine desired most in the world and would deny her nothing.

  Epilogue

  There was a murmur like a constant resonate hum within her heart, but it made no sound.

  So how could it feel so loud?

  Wrapping her in warmth, it washed through sore muscles and exhausted flesh, promising that all was exactly how it should be. For the first time since she’d been taken from her people, Morgaine felt secure.

  Loved.

  And very, very thirsty.

  “Drink.” A cup was held to her lips, cool water dribbled into her mouth until she swallowed and sighed.

  A masculine purr rumbled into her body, in tune with that bizarre thrum. Cracking open an eye, she found that Simin braced her against his shoulder. Several days’ worth of beard shadowed his jaw. He looked drawn, but his eyes were alive with pleasure.

  Pressing the cup back to her mouth, a gruff accent sharpening the soft roll of her language. “Drink again.”

  Helping him manage the cup, she tipped it back and gulped everything offered, a shadowy memory of swallowing great quantities of something else teasing at her thoughts. Suddenly shy, aware she was naked in the confines of soft blankets and appealing pillows, Morgaine remembered.

  This was her nest. She had built it while he had pleasured her with his hands and mouth… and cock.

  She knew three different ways to say that word in Omari now.

  A whoosh of breath, and Morgaine’s hand went to her heart. The sudden sharp sting that met her drew out a quick yelp and downward turn of her eyes.

  Swollen and ugly, the twin crescents of an animal bite marred her breast.

  “Pretty.” The male assured when she grew alarmed with the oozing wound. But it was more than his declaration; it was that throbbing whir in her heart. It too said pretty without saying anything at all.

  This strange, almost suffocating feeling of completion was the promised pair-bond. A link forged between them that could never be broken.

  Many of the Omegas who frequented their sacred sector during the day had spoken to her of the phenomenon. Most waxed on with dreamy eyes while Etaine translated. They loved their bond with their mates, the closeness and the promise of safety.

  But a few had guarded comments. A few had been forced.

  One absolutely refused to get up and even greet her mate when he’d come to call. Unlike her, she would not so much as approach the golden line. Morgaine was not permitted to ask her questions, and the woman had never approached to so much as say hello.

  Then there were those Omegas w
ho’d chosen to reject such a thing, to cut their hair short, and to exist as simply female. Women like Etaine.

  The connection in her chest rattled as her thoughts turned almost hesitant. It twisted about her fading reluctance and massaged it with feelings of wonder, Simin pressing a kiss to her mouth.

  Her weight was laid back upon the nest, the man, her mate, crawling over her as he rumbled out words she didn’t know between kisses, and words she did.

  Love. Mine. Care. Beautiful. Forever.

  Wherever she ached, he somehow knew to rub. The bite mark that made her uneasy, he cleansed with soft cloth. Sour smelling unguent was delicately smoothed over every last bruise, and shockingly pressed into her slit by a mischievously grinning Alpha who pumped his fingers until she cried out in release. And over the course of his careful ministrations, her aches began to subside.

  A long bath followed where he washed off all that sticky medicine, cleansed the tangles of her hair until the burnished gold was smooth and soft, and let her nap against his chest as he worked magic down her spine with probing fingers.

  When she was clean and dressed in draping robes the women on this ship preferred, he offered her fabric and the items required for sewing, saying, “Make dress,” with a genuine smile.

  Simin offered food that was warm, cooked through, and seasoned. Food he had not made, but that waited in the dining area of his domicile. Food that was so familiar, Morgaine swallowed it with the worst blend of a broken heart and longing for what could not be.

  It was a recipe of her mother’s.

  Who was far away and in the possession of men like Esin, Uriel, and the commandant. Men who had harmed her and would do so again.

  “Kor’yr?”

  Blue eyes wet with tears looked up from a perfectly created stew to find her mate brimming with concern. In fact, he looked ill.

  Pressing his hand against his chest as if to soothe an incessant twinge, he said her name, stood, and carefully pulled her from her chair. Without Etaine to translate, most of what he whispered into her hair was lost. But it was the tone that mattered.

  He sounded sorry.

  Shaking her head, trying to communicate that she did not blame him, Morgaine swallowed down her tears.

  This was to be her life now, and he had been better to her than any other male. He loved her. She could feel that clearly when the link warmed and cocooned her pain. She would make the best of it.

  Large thumbs wiped her tears away, her Alpha cooing until she gave him a crooked smile. But when she went to reclaim her seat and eat the food with no further theatrics, he pulled her in another direction. The dining chamber behind them, he walked her through the front rooms until they neared the exit.

  Assuming he was going to take her back to the Omegas because she was sad, Morgaine failed to notice who waited.

  “Morgaine?”

  It couldn’t be! “Mama?”

  Morgaine was caught up by the woman she loved with her whole heart in a bone-crushing hug.

  Pulling back to make sure it was real, sobbing and spilling out her heart, Morgaine asked, “How are you here?”

  Excited, her mother carried on, the smile on her face aglow with all the joy she had in being reunited with her missing child. “For days the sky burned, huge pieces of the Alphas’ ships raining down upon us. Just when we thought things couldn't get worse, barbarians invaded. They rounded up everyone as the Alphas arrived. The whole settlement was dragged away amidst the shooting. Our fields burned… animals were left to wander. While I was being herded onto a ship, a woman named Etaine questioned us—a woman soldier if you can believe it. When she learned my name, I was separated from the others and brought here.” Cupping her daughter’s cheeks as if this could not be real, Elizabeta said, “I was told I was to be a slave for a princess.”

  Morgaine’s blood went cold. “Slave?”

  “That I was to cook for her and keep her company. And here I find you!” Embraced her again, Elizabeta wept and kissed her daughter’s cheek.

  Simin watched the exchange, arms crossed over his chest. When his mate turned to look at him, to assess, he nodded and said in her language, “Gift.”

  “What about my people? Why take them all?”

  It was as if he anticipated her scowling brows and downturned lips, Simin coming forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “Etaine explain.”

  “The female soldier?” Her mother shook her head. “Etaine was taken by the Alphas—the armored ones. She never made it off the planet.”

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  SIGIL

  Part One of the Irdesi Empire Series

  A very male, very pleased growl filled the air when she broke his hold.

  Already imagining the music of Sovereign’s bones snapping, saturating herself in the compulsion, she twisted her posture into that of a born soldier. It was not hard to strike him. Her speed superior, each blow incredibly fulfilling as she toyed with her food. They were in a tangle of movements, their styles of aggression vastly different. Where Sovereign was elegant, she was unpolished, rough, and brutal. One kick and she’d shattered her table. A dodged punch dented the corroded wall. The more damage she created, the greater her need to annihilate grew. Between them, the room fell into shambles, furniture breaking, treasured baubles falling, crushed underfoot.

  It wasn’t long before Quinn had him on his back, his larger body under her control. Braced over Sovereign, practically drooling, she licked her lips and moved to snatch his pretty eye straight from his pretty skull.

  She struck.

  Everything went wrong.

  There was pain and a blur as her center of gravity shifted. The grate floor cut into her cheek, her chest, her thigh, Sovereign pinning her belly down. Tossing back an elbow, she struck his ribs, the man hardly grunting as his teeth grazed the nape of her neck.

  He bit down so hard she startled.

  Gasping at the feeling of the bones in her neck shifting, Quinn found she couldn’t move, only stare in horror as he crunched harder and another burst of feeling stunned her to momentary stillness.

  Crying out, fighting like a wild thing, no matter how she tried, Sovereign had her caught, brutally biti
ng the same place each time she grew too frantic. Exhaustion, the need to regroup, another sharp bite, and she yielded.

  He released his jaw once she began to tremble.

  “Shhhhhh.” Sovereign stroked her body with the weight of his. “You do not need to be afraid.”

  There was a slithering brush of probing fingers between her closed thighs. Gripping the black leather of her small covering, he tore it away.

  Quinn immediately grew frantic, screaming outrage, and the teeth returned.

  Again she was forced into unnatural immobility.

  A long lick over the bloody skin of her neck drew out her shiver and the haunting rumble of approval from the male. “It’s time for you to submit to your consort.”

  Unsure how he managed to hold her down yet still slip the tips of his fingers up to trace her slit, the woman hissed, bristling at his reverberating growl when Sovereign found her clit engorged.

  “You are aroused for me.” With that final statement, he forced his fingers into a slippery cunt.

  She instinctively squeezed around the intrusion, confused, fighting an unsettling urge to press back against thrusting digits.

  Wriggling, struggling for breath, Quinn demanded, “Stop!”

  Those unwelcome fingers found her piercing. Tugging and playing with it, he drew out shrill bursts of friction each time the metal skated across the sensitive nub of flesh it decorated.

  Shrieking, she tried to shift his weight again.

  “Surrender.” Sovereign spoke as if licking her blood from his lips. “Or I will be forced to impose submission the entire time I fuck you.”

  “Get off—” She gave out a grunt, her words lost in her throat once his bite reestablished.

  She felt his hand leave her and work the fastenings of his clothes. Before she could overcome the momentary listlessness, an unwelcome girth breached. His penetration pushed forward mercilessly until the bastard was fully sheathed.