by Merel Pierce
She didn’t shed a single tear on the auction block. She’s shown so much feminine strength and bravery in every moment since we’ve met. In the short time I’ve known her, tears would have been acceptable at every point. But now, after feasting on my jizz, she cries? She should be euphoric from the high.
My ruminations have stilled my body, and she takes advantage.
She quickly pulls her head back, an audible pop sounding as my cockhead leaves her mouth. Before I can object, her velvety little tongue is caressing my length. She slurps up what little is left of my cum and keeps licking until my eyes threaten to cross.
When she stops, my dick is shiny with her spit and another pearly white drop is forming at the head. She even thoroughly cleaned between my wicked ridges, and I ache to rut into her.
The low rumble coming from my chest is unstoppable. The sight of her on her knees, a puddle of slick under her, her breasts exposed, her lips red and swollen from the thickness of my cock, is enough to spike my pleasure to new heights.
“Again, Omega. Suck my cock,” I demand, flexing my fingers in her hair.
Her pupils dilate further, and she wraps her lips around me again.
My previous release eases a portion of the urgency within me. Now that I’ve taken my pleasure from her throat, I can enjoy the Omega’s ministrations.
Her skilled tongue rubs along my length and her enticing little whimpers and moans vibrate through my shaft. Her saliva joins the cum leaking out of me to create an amazingly lubricated glide.
Her eyes glaze over, the extended exposure to my cum starting to take its toll. Her eager movements become slightly less coordinated, her inhibitions fading.
She creates suction and pulls until only her lips surround me. Then she pushes forward again, and my tip hits the back of her throat. Her tongue increases the pressure on my ridges, she swallows, and stars of pleasure burst behind my eyes.
An orgasm begins, and I watch enraptured as the wave of release pumps out of me. The sight of it disappearing into her petite mouth makes my fangs long to release their venom into her veins.
She’s so receptive that I want as much of me inside of her as possible.
As she rapidly swallows another massive dose of my release, her skin gains a purple sheen. From her deepest layer of dermis, a glow equal to mine shines through.
Perfection. She’s accepted so much of my seed and we’re such a good match that her body is altering itself to keep as much of me inside her for as long as possible.
The sight is beautiful. She’s beautiful.
I stroke her cheek with a finger, delighted by the softness of her skin, just before a tone sounds throughout the room and I yank her hair, pulling her off my cock.
She tries to resist, but her strength is no match for mine. I grab her bound wrists and loop them over her head. I momentarily let go of her hair and force her hands to her nape, then take hold of her gorgeous locks again.
The perfect handhold.
I lean her backward and stoop down, licking the floor under her until not a drop of her slick remains. With the front of my pants ruined, I don’t bother to hide myself. I turn and walk through the open vestibule, guiding her along beside me by her hair.
Her breasts bounce against the top of the corset, completely exposed, but slightly supported by the upper edge of the cups. The pink marks from the lash and my mouth, along with the fine lines of scratches from my teeth, mix with the purple glow to create a magnificent sight. I increase my pace, eager to make it to my den.
The sooner I can fuck her, the better.
Chapter Seven
Omega
Our short walk down the corridor does nothing to dampen my desire. If the damn stimulant would just wear off, then I’d finally be able to process everything.
Each step means the slick dripping down my legs gets closer to reaching the floor. The way the Alpha’s hand possessively, yet not brutally, tugs on my scalp makes me want to melt into a puddle.
He mashes a pad on the wall and the door to his chambers slides open. Thrusting his arm forward, he forces me to enter the room first. Reluctantly, knowing that there could be danger lurking within, I follow his silent command.
A soft chime sounds from somewhere above me and the walls give off a dim, barely decipherable light. Without giving me time to peruse the room, he shoves me farther in, releasing my hands and hair.
The move is unexpected, and a squeak leaves my tender throat. I barely have time to move my hands from behind my head to brace them in front of me before I impact.
I land on a plush surface and immediately decide that this is the most comfortable padding I’ve ever landed on. Then his strong, masculine scent wafts up from the material and I realize that I’m in his bed. My heart pounds a hard, fast rhythm, the shock of falling awakening my fight-or-flight response.
Even with my breasts sore from his ministrations and my core throbbing in demand, I try to scramble across the bed, still in the throes of instinct. He engulfs my ankle in his rough grasp, and my other leg kicks back in a well-practiced, almost unconscious move. It connects with his wrist and a bellow of shocked pain fills the room, his hold on me broken.
My body isn’t moving as smoothly as it usually does. Fucking serum. Fucking aphrodisiac of an Alpha male. I need them both out of my system. This shouldn’t be so difficult. I curse scientists and their nefarious inventions. Biological warfare at its finest.
His bed is flush with the floor, meaning that he sleeps in a pit of wondrously soft pillows. Before I can reach the floor on the other side, he grabs my thigh and jerks me backward. The pain under my skin blooms deeper and morphs into a surreal pleasure.
As he drags me toward him, my exposed breasts spark with renewed sensitivity; the soft fabric rubbing against my abused flesh is shockingly pleasant. Once I’m close enough he grabs my hips and hauls my waist up away from the softness of the bed. His hard cock rubs against my skirt-covered pussy. The barrier feels horribly wrong.
All the intensity from the auction block returns and I need my arousal sated. I need his huge cock filling my insides, his knot stretching my opening, his ridges stimulating my soft spot, and his seed filling my womb.
Mock fighting his hold, I wriggle, igniting a most delicious friction in my pussy. I gather my elbows under my shoulders, wishing I could reach back and touch him, wishing I could drive him beyond his control.
Opening my eyes, I blink in surprise. I’m glowing. There’s a definite purple tint to the color. The only other light in the room softly emanates from the walls, so I know I’m not seeing a reflection or shadow.
My arms are radiating purple, and even though it's a shocking development, I can’t help but think it's beautiful. The color is familiar, and for a moment I can’t think of why, but then I recall the Alpha’s skin.
It’s his color.
A nagging thought tries to intrude, but then he grinds his massive girth against me and the thought splinters. I push back, excited and needy.
“Naughty girls don’t get rewards,” he snarls.
My right ass cheek lights up in pain and the distinct shape of his handprint heats my skin. He hit me so hard that my bones hurt, but I’m freakishly aroused and want more.
I can’t stop the moan, nor the “more, please” that escapes my lips.
“Fuck, your ass is perfect. After I break in your pussy, we’ll start training it to take me,” he says, disrupting the vibrations coming from his chest.
I sink further into desire, knowing without a doubt that with him, I’d like it. Knowing that I’d let him do anything to me. And I want to do everything to him.
I push back into him, enticing him in the most blatant way I can. I’ve soaked my skirt, plastering it to my sex. The thin material mutes the glide of his member along my slit, and an unexpected anger rises in my chest.
Even though I’ve had several epic, all-consuming, life-altering orgasms because of him, I’m not sated. Since he launched his way onto the stage, noth
ing has abated my desire for his cock in my pussy.
The fury is so absolute that I forget myself for a moment again.
My legs lock around the outside of his, squeezing our sexes together. I slide my hands down to where we’re joined, the side of my face squashed against the fluff of his bed.
With a single-minded focus, not even aware of my actions, I rip my skirt and pull it up my chest.
The rough yank of material against my pussy almost makes me orgasm, but the fabric gives way and no longer separates me from his flesh. My bound hands return to whatever I can reach of him. I fondle his sack, his partially inflated knot, and the base of his cock.
He moves quicker than I can process, but as long as he fucks me soon, I don’t care. One of his huge palms surrounds the side of my face and scalp. The other stays on my hip, and with this leverage, he angles the ridges on his cock against my nether lips.
The beautiful agony that rips through my folds is the strongest sensation I have ever felt. The scorching streak of pain is so wicked that it threatens to consume my whole life.
His sharp ridges scrape along my clit and steal all of my inhibitions.
My ability to process the sensation is overwhelmed.
My vision flashes white and lava courses out from my clit.
With every word, he thrusts his barbs across my entire nether region,
“Bad. Girls. Get. Punished.”
The whole of me focuses on where he ruthlessly scrapes his barbs against me. Pleasure too strong to for me to call it pleasant ricochets through me. My entire body locks up, and I can’t even force myself to breathe.
Chapter Eight
Alpha
Her perfection is mine.
I bought her body with credits, but her soul belonged to me before the transaction. Now her reactions prove it—I possess all of her.
As her orgasm renders her useless, I line the tip of my cock up with her entrance. The slick coating my dick promises heaven, and all of her reactions have backed up that claim.
This joining is inevitable. I will have her no matter the cost.
I surge forward and only manage to force the first inch of my cock into her tight slit. Her orgasm squeezes my sensitive head. The need to feel her on my knot intensifies.
I flex my hand on the side of her face, loving the expressions flashing through her features.
Mine.
I push forward, unrelenting and crazed. This is my Omega.
Her slick lubricates my barbs, but nothing can soften their extension now. I need her to hurt, need her to understand how close I am to desperation.
Her sheath is divine. Tight. Hot. Wet.
Tears leak from her eyes, her orgasm keeping her defenseless in my grasp.
Halfway into her cunt, my restraint breaks. I grab her hips with both hands pull her flush against me, flexing my hips and seating my cock as deep into her cunt as possible.
Her cry of exquisite pain ratchets me higher and I pull back, eager to cause it again. I pummel her vulnerable pussy, amazed at the sight of my dick disappearing into her tight little body. Her ass cheeks jiggle every time I cram myself all the way into her. The sight is riveting.
Her soft tissues against my barbs make the sweetest sensation roll up from my cock. If I could fuck her for all eternity, dominating her in this most basic way, I would. If I could make her squeal as she is now, trying so hard to accept my cock and barbs, I’d do so.
As her orgasm tries to recede, I pull back until only my head is inside her, then flip her leg over until her body is facing mine.
Her hair creates a fantastic display of disarray. Her locks cover her face and fan out across the sheets. My pillows will smell of her for weeks to come. For longer, since she won’t leave them until I’ve had my fill of her.
I plummet into her depths again, purposefully angling my barbs into her sensitive G-spot. Her orgasm flares back to life and her rough cry pushes me closer to insanity.
Her hands, still bound at the wrists, wrap around my right forearm. Seeing her hands on my skin pushes all logical thoughts out of reach and I snatch her wrists with my left hand, stretching them far above her head. Her curves are on display, her hair pushed out of her face, her breasts begging for my teeth.
My knot begins to engorge, but I need more of her. I halfway pull out and push into her rapidly three or four times, the grip her cunt has on my cock too tempting to withstand longer.
Finally, I cram my dick in farther than ever, growling and manic, my knot expanding and forcing my length to unfathomable depths.
Untempered desire laces her screech of agony. Her eyes shine with ecstasy, her breasts still bouncing from the force of my thrusts, her channel hooked on my barbs, and her pussy forced wide around my knot. She pulses and ripples around me, milking my cum into her body.
The fierce pleasure she pulls from me demands action.
I can’t resist. She is too perfect. She’s too beautiful. I’ll never have my fill.
This Omega is mine. I can’t deny myself any longer.
Releasing her wrists, I grab the base of her left breast and lunge forward, leading with my fangs. The shift of my body forces her insides to squeeze around my cock and more cum shoots from me.
Crazed, I sink my teeth into her flesh, close enough to her nipple that I catch the edge of her areola, marking her with my fangs. Without hesitation, I release my mating venom into her veins, demanding that she take all that I give her.
Her panting moans provide the perfect backdrop to our link beginning to solidify. Once I finish marking her, she will mark me. She has no choice.
This is my Omega. This is my life-mate. Mine for eternity.
Chapter Nine
Omega
His venom burns as it enters my bloodstream. With a snap of understanding, I acknowledge the rightness of the action.
All of my reactions to this Alpha have been true; the serum merely heightened what was already there. It produced nothing except an increase of my slick production. It wore off as I was unconscious, recovering from my first epic orgasm.
My connection with this Alpha was stronger than the arousal serum. Every glance, every touch, every interaction with him was part of the dance of true life-mates.
His marking of me is exactly what my Omega craves. His ownership of me is overwhelmingly perfect.
I’ve needed nothing so strongly.
The burn spreads, but the pain means nothing because of the pleasure engulfing my senses. This moment is perfect.
His cock fills me unbelievably full. His knot stretches me painfully and his flexing hips pull and tug it against my overworked channel.
I wrap my legs around his ass, pulling him to me, trying to surround all of him. My bound arms embrace his shoulders, my nails deeply embedded into his skin.
The coppery, masculine scent of his blood intensifies my feral need for him. This is my Alpha. No other will have him.
A movement in my periphery catches my attention. With detached disbelief, I recognize the shape of a foe, dressed for recon in black, poised a few feet from my vulnerable mate.
Before I can move, a whooshing noise heralds the dart deployment.
Instantly my mountain of an Alpha goes rigid, locked in the chemical’s clutches. I snatch the dart out of his back, but another quickly follows, this one aimed lower than my bound arms can reach.
His glorious knot remains within me, his fangs still plunged deep into my flesh. Fear, outrage, and feral panic threaten to take over me.
Being ripped from the intimate, all-consuming moment of his marking and being thrust into danger alters my psyche, and I can’t keep up with the shift.
The dart point enters my thigh before I can try to evade it.
Trapped under my mate’s form, I try to fight the darkness rising within, but it is useless. I am engulfed in smothering, swampy blackness.
Chapter Ten
Alpha
Before I am even fully aware of my surroundings, my snarl fills the
air. Everything is wrong. My Omega’s cunt no longer surrounds my knot, her scent no longer lingers in my nostrils, and her veins no longer accept my venom.
My mate is missing. Pieces of her remain in my mouth and I savor and consume what I can, unwilling to waste any of her.
A sterile, clinical smell overrides her delicious scent. Cold, sharp points prickle along the whole of my body.
But a thin, delicate strand resonates between us. I can sense her life force, although the connection is weak and fragile—only partially formed.