by Merel Pierce
The second and third were the same. It was only on the fourth that she gave smallest of breathy moans.
His dick leapt to attention at the sound. She was enjoying this.
“Good girl.” He rubbed the spot he had just marked with his hand, easing the sting. If she kept making those little noises, he wasn’t going to be able to control himself.
Elland slipped his hand between her thighs, smacking her dripping pussy once hard before cupping her with his hand. “You are so beautiful. Too beautiful for a man like me.” He rubbed a tight circle across her mound using his entire palm and she bucked wildly.
“Mine.” He growled continuously now as his palm filled with the cream escaping her body. He needed to be buried in her or he would go crazy.
Muscles bunching, he picked her up easily, and bringing her soaked thighs around his waist, he slammed her back against the wall, her cry drowned by his lips. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth as he held her with one hand and freed himself with the other.
He was ready. Hell, he had been ready from the first moment he’d scented her.
And she was ready as well, her tongue meeting every swipe of his, both devouring each other's mouths as they finally gave in to the rut. Her jagged nails dug into his shoulders, his shirt offering him little protection. Her nipples, hard as diamonds, scraped against his chest even through the clothes separating them.
Elland slipped his cock between her nether lips before she could protest. Mouth firmly locked around hers, he pushed himself into her with a thrust so hard her head rocked back against the metal wall.
Tears filled her eyes as she cried out in pain.
Elland felt it the moment he pushed through that final barrier as he sheathed himself inside her fully. She was so tight it felt like he was being strangled. Easing out barely an inch, he slammed back into her.
This was everything.
Home.
That was what she felt like as he sheathed himself inside her velvet glove over and over again. She felt like home.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, he dropped his mouth to her shoulder, licking a long line up her throat. Her pulse raced under his tongue. Rotating his hips, he sucked hard on the spot he would soon sink his teeth into and was rewarded with her moan.
He smiled against her skin and satisfied that she was finally enjoying the feel of him inside her body, he did it again.
He wouldn’t last long. Even now he could feel his knot forming, stretching her tight little pussy even further, and he needed to make her cum before he filled her totally.
Walking backwards, still so deep inside her he could barely think, Elland settled her against the pillows, falling with her but catching his weight on his forearms at the last moment.
This was better for her and for him as well. With her under him, he could easily reach between them and bring her to a world-shattering orgasm.
And he had heard that giving the mark when an Omega was in the throes of passion was less painful.
Gripping her thighs with one arm, he slammed into her once more, her ankles firmly on his shoulders. He used his other hand to narrow in on her already hard clit as it swelled out of its little hood, rubbing at it with just as much fury as he thrust into her.
She spasmed once, her inner walls tightening even more, and he let out a cry of his own as she screamed. She threw her head back as her body convulsed around him, her tight pussy milking him relentlessly.
Elland roared his release to the ceiling, his knot fully formed as jet after jet of his cum filled her wanting pussy.
His bite was hard, and he knew it had hurt her by the way her cry of pleasure turned into a wail that ended in a weak sob. Still he didn’t release her, instead swallowing the steady flow of her blood onto his tongue.
She was his.
*
Rayne sobbed. Every part of her hurt.
The ache of her bruised ass was nothing compared to the complete agony that was her neck. He had bitten her. Marked her without even asking. Tied her to him without even asking her name.
Fresh sobs wracked her, her chest heaving under his body as he lay spent over her. She couldn’t breathe, but whether that was the hysteria bubbling up inside of her or the fact that his entire weight was pressing her against the mattress, she didn’t know. And it didn’t matter.
She began to struggle, beating at his shoulders to try and get him to move, her hips bucking.
Fresh pain radiated from her pussy, and she sucked in a breath. Why couldn’t she get him out of her? She needed to get him out. It felt like she was being split in two.
“Shh, pet, it's okay. It’s okay.” He lifted his weight onto his elbows and his face was soft as he gazed down on her. “Did I hurt you?”
He was peppering kissing all over her face, lips stained with blood. Her blood, she reminded herself. With his mouth, he wiped away her tears.
“Oh, pet, don’t cry. Everything will be all right.”
“Get off me!” Rayne beat at him again. “You had no right! No right at all!”
She flopped back against the mattress. “Why did you do that?” She clutched at her neck. She could feel the blood there, hot and wet. “Why did you mark me? I didn’t want to be marked.”
“To keep you safe, pet.”
“Stop calling me pet! I am not your pet!”
“No, you are not. You are my everything, and I did what needed to be done to keep you safe.”
Rayne closed her eyes. She was no better off now than she’d been back in the city. She was just a possession. He didn’t even care what her name was. She was a thing to him.
A pet.
“I just wanted to be free to be me, to be Rayne,” she whispered.
“Is that your name? Rayne?” He was purring again, his chest vibrating against her, soothing her with its melodic baritone. “A beautiful name for a beautiful mate. You will like my home, Rayne, and I will make a good mate for you.” He kissed her lips. She could still taste her blood on them. “I will promise you that.”
“A good mate? I didn’t want a mate. At least not a barbarian mate from Auria.”
“A barbarian?” He chuckled, his silvery eyes blazing in his tan face. “What exactly do you think we do to Omegas on my planet, sweet Rayne?”
“I don’t know, kill them? No one ever sees the slaves you buy again. They just disappear.” She turned her head away, not willing to take his kisses anymore, especially when her body was threatening to betray her again. “Maybe you eat them.”
“Eat them? You don’t see them again because Omegas are happy on my planet. They aren’t slaves. They are free to come and go as they please. And they are happy with their mates.”
Slowly she turned her face to look at him again. “You mean that? You’re telling the truth?”
“I am telling the truth. You will be my mate forever, but you will also be a citizen of Auria and have its protection. Our king is already eager to meet you.”
“You know the king?”
Elland nodded, a smile spreading across his face. “Since childhood. Hades is a son of a bitch, but a good man. A good Alpha.”
“And I won't be a slave? I won't be shared?” Rayne's first time with a man hadn’t exactly been romantic. Romance was something for free women and not for Omegas like her. Still, she couldn’t imagine anyone using her body that way except him.
Her body clenched around him and a fresh jet of his seed shot up inside of her like scalding water.
“Shared? No one will ever touch you but me.” He rotated his hips.
“I am Elland, by the way. You should probably know that.”
Chapter Seven
Rayne gazed at him from under her lowered lids. Elland. Her mate. She should have been furious with him, but the more he spoke, the more he told her about his home planet, and the more he explained about himself, the more she realized this might be what she had always dreamed.
“It sounds beautiful.” She lay totally naked on her back, starin
g up at the metal ceiling as Elland lay curled up at her side, his heavy leg flung carelessly over hers as his fingertips traced lazy circles on her bare body. It was like he couldn’t help himself.
“I cannot wait to see it.” And breathe in the fresh air again, she added silently. Fresh, free air.
“You will love it, and our children…”
“Our children?” She gulped down her shock. “You want children?”
“Of course.” His hand dipped lower, brushing the edge of her golden curls that were a shade darker than the hair on her head. “Isn't that our duty? To procreate?”
Rayne shot him a look. She might have been coming around to the idea of being his mate, but to have his child? She never wanted a child to go through what she had. Never.
Catching her look, Elland laughed. “Not yet, and our children will be loved and cherished. More even than I will love and cherish you, if that’s possible.” He kissed the side of her breast. “But not yet, unless the gods see fit to bless us with one so soon.” He slipped his hand between her thighs and she opened them wider, giving him easier access.
“Again?” she asked.
“Again,” he growled at her, and she began to gush. “If we were home, I would lock you away for at least a week. I wouldn’t even let you out of my bed.” He slid a finger along her wet slit. “Are you sore?”
“A little,” she admitted. “But I still want to.”
He had been gentle the last time they had come together, much gentler than the first time, but Rayne was tender. She felt raw down there. It didn’t mean she didn’t want him, though.
“Good, because I will never get tired of being inside of you.” Elland slipped a finger between her folds, screwing it into her, and Rayne bit back her moan. “In every hole.” He slid his finger back out and probed at her other hole and laughed when she clenched her cheeks together.
“Is that a thing?” she asked him.
He chuckled, his tongue snaking out to swirl around the hard point of her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He clamped his teeth down for just a second, causing just enough pain to make Rayne shiver.
“Yes, it’s a thing.” He pushed his finger a little harder, his eyes suddenly just inches from hers. “Relax for me, I won't hurt you.”
His voice held just the right amount of authority and Rayne willed herself to relax. When he breached her tight ring of muscle, she sucked in a breath.
“Good girl,” Elland purred. “By the gods, you are perfect for me.” He tested the dark hole, “Its grip is going to be even tighter than your virgin pussy was if that’s even possible. But not today.”
“Even if I know nothing of this?” It was hard for Rayne to get the words out as his other fingers focused on her clit, using her own slick to make it slippery.
“Nothing of what?” He nuzzled her breast, and again his silver eyes stared at her, all the while both his hands were probing at her most intimate regions, never letting up his assault on her senses.
“Of this.” She motioned again. “I don’t know how to please you.”
“You please me just by being here, by being you.”
“I do?” For the first time in her life, Rayne wanted to actually please someone. It wasn’t the servitude she had faked her entire life. It was the real thing, a need deep inside her.
“Yes, and anything else, I can teach you.” He sank another finger into her wetness, increasing the pace as her eyes fluttered closed. “Or we can explore together.”
“Okay.” Her voice was nothing but a whisper. What had she been so scared of? The fear of being mated had been so ingrained in her she had never realized it could be like this.
“Say you are mine.”
“Elland…”
He thrust his fingers inside of her hard, curling them like a hook to rub against the rough spot inside her.
“Say it, Rayne. I don’t care if you already wear my mark.” He fucked her hard with his fingers, and Rayne clung to his arm, digging her nails into the blue tattoo-like mark there. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I am yours, Elland.”
His lips were just about to brush hers when something huge rocked the ship and they were sent tumbling off the narrow bunk.
Rayne cried out as her head connected with the hard floor, and she rubbed at it. “What the hell was that?”
Elland was already on his feet, his lips set in a grim line as he reached down to hoist her to her feet. “Get dressed and stay here.” He pulled on clothes as fast as he could, leaving the button at his waist undone in his haste.
Shouting echoed from behind the closed door, as well as the sound of a plasma weapon discharging.
“Stay here, Rayne.” He kissed her lips, the arm around her waist lifting her feet off the ground.
“Elland?” She was crying now, her fear overcoming her. How could this be happening? She’d had only a few hours of happiness. Was that all she deserved?
“Dressed, Rayne. Now.” The door closed with a whoosh behind him.
*
Elland skidded to a stop just as the first guard stepped into the cockpit. They had been boarded. His eyes swept over the men in front of them. It was obvious where they were from.
They had come for Rayne.
And this time they hadn’t sent Betas. The men in front of him were only slightly smaller in height and build than him. They could be nothing but Alphas.
They’d come to take his mate away.
Elland gripped the weapon on his hip, but he didn’t draw it yet. If by some streak of luck he could smooth this over without bloodshed, that would make everything easier.
Still he had assumed he had more time to do as his king had advised and somehow camouflage his golden-haired mate. Even if it broke his heart to think about cutting off her hair, he should have followed orders and done it straight away and not wasted time.
He shook his head. No, he would not regret the few hours they had spent happily together, laughing and talking and making love. Those had been the happiest of his life.
“What is the meaning of this?” He strode forward, no fear in his stance.
“Who is in command of this ship?”
“I am Elland. I command this ship.” Elland was suddenly aware of the way his trousers were hanging open, but he made no move to fasten the clip as the guardsman’s eyes lingered a little too long, a knowing smile on his mouth.
“We have reason to believe you have a wanted criminal on board.”
“You are mistaken.” Elland didn’t budge, his wide shoulders blocking anyone's view of the corridor he had just come from.
“She is female, an Omega.”
“The only Omegas on board are those we purchased legally. Arran, the paperwork?” Elland hated playing politician. It was best left to more level-headed Alphas than he. Men like Hades.
“Is that right?” the guard sneered.
“All five of those women are in stasis, but you are welcome to see that for yourself.”