Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

  She tried to explain, to cover herself. “I don’t know how to make it stop.”

  Both her hands were batted aside, wrists caught and pinned. He even shifted his knees to spread her further, to see the little mouth waiting behind soft lower lips.

  Pink, pretty, contracting in tight pulses at such direct attention.

  Noises beyond the purr were coming from the barbarian, low threatening growls that turned her body against her fear.

  On his lowest rumble, a wave of fluid leaked from her cunt, Morgaine shocked, embarrassed, and trying to squirm away.

  The more she moved, the more the male countered.

  He grumbled more words at her, lowering his head as he did so.

  It was not her mouth his tongue sought. The flat muscle swept up as much of her slick in a single lick as it could, gathered it in his mouth to be savored. He closed his eyes, offered a low moan, and swallowed.

  This had never been displayed on the wall during lessons. It was unseemly—Morgaine gaping.

  The other part of the Alpha was supposed to be jammed inside of her, not the tongue that had gone right back to licking her slit. It prodded her hole, played in the flesh, worst of all flicked at a part of her that made her gasp and choke on air.

  No Sergeant Uriel was going to come into the room and tell the male to stop. Her pleas were nothing to him. In fact, they were not even making sense to her own ears.

  On and on the brute feasted, Morgaine’s eyes rolling back in her head.

  There was a sense of powerlessness that stole the air from the room, that made her pant and wriggle—that even spread her thighs further. And then she screamed, a burst of heat in her belly stealing all sense. Lava flowed through her veins, twisted her guts, and burned all the hotter as the male flicked the tip of his tongue even faster over that nub of sensation.

  Her wrist was set free, her hand going to his forehead to push him away… but it was too late. Fingers pointed like a javelin, he pushed them knuckle deep into her sopping cunt.

  Her inner muscles grabbed at those digits, fighting to draw them deeper, to clamp down around them, while the rest of her spasmed uncontrollably.

  It felt as if it would never end, the evil he was working on her body. Worse, it felt so good she could not stop the way she cried out.

  When it ended, she was boneless, tender and swollen between her legs, and caught lying back with a stranger’s fist partway in her body. Smiling down at her, he pulled it out slowly, carefully, despite her inner muscles trying their best to hold on tight.

  He rubbed that hand, slippery with her fluids across his bare chest, leaving a mark of shine.

  Next his fingers went to his belt, Morgaine unsure what to do.

  She was not even sure of who she was in that moment.

  A cock appeared once leather parted. It didn’t look anything like she imagined they would. The crown was swollen and fat like a mushroom. The shaft was pulsing and veiny, many times thicker than the Beta males’ displayed on the screen. At the base of it already a knob had begun to expand. From there, two testicles had drawn up tight.

  He was going to force that monstrosity in her, just as the Alpha had done on the screen.

  Watching her face, the male stroked that huge organ, speaking lowly. The things he said, she was certain translation was not desired. They were filthy things, disgusting things, things that would shame her more than he already had.

  With one hand he took her shoulder and urged her to turn over. There was no fight, her body still reeling from sparks of raw feeling. On her knees, bracing her hands against the edge of his sunken bed, Morgaine put herself in the same position she’d been told to take for the caning, and closed her eyes tight.

  She felt him sweep her hair from her back… and then felt nothing.

  He was not touching her, though he still kneeled between her spread knees. The heat of his body was certain, the thick smell, the threat of what was coming, but he did not move.

  Bracing for pain, Morgaine’s every muscle went tight. Still he did not penetrate her.

  Sniffing, tears on her cheeks, she glanced over her shoulder and found such a look of rage on the Alpha’s face.

  His hands, their fingers spread, were hovering over the line of welts on her back.

  Her only value in the eyes of Alphas was in her beauty, and she had already disgusted the one who possessed total power over her now. Afraid, she sat a hip to the floor, pulled her knees under her chin, and made herself as small as possible.

  She even apologized. “I’ve been told they won’t scar. You won’t have to look at them forever.”

  Climbing to his feet, he bounded from the nest. The nearest piece of furniture was grabbed; the Alpha flipping a table with such strength, it broke against the wall. Next, a chair followed, his roar louder than a dragon when it shattered. After he’d torn a corner of the room to pieces, the brute flew, shouting at the top of his lungs, out the door.

  ***

  Never in her life had Morgaine seen anything like it, that type of anger, that total loss of control.

  The second she was alone, she darted from the foreigner’s sleeping pit, grabbed up the shreds of her clothing, and the first potential weapon she could get her hands on.

  A broken chair leg, the edge sharp enough to break skin.

  The layout of his rooms was unfamiliar, but she ran through them looking for a decent place to hide or a way to get out. The wash chamber was too small, the room for food consumption too sparse. There was a living area with a view of space. In there, she saw they had left her planet, that a company of ships flew at their side.

  She was alone in space, stupidly hiding in a dark room as if he’d never find her.

  The ridiculousness was not lost on Morgaine. She looked down at the sharp stick in her hand, saw the way she clutched the ruined dress over her breasts, and knew hopelessness.

  Whatever he had in store for her, she could not stop it. But she could face it in a way that would make her mother proud.

  Running the back of her hand over her cheeks, she wiped the tears away, and straightened her shoulders.

  The sound of the Alpha returning could be heard in the other room. Swallowing back a sick feeling, she waited, standing where he would see her. It did not take him long to stride through the door. He was still naked, his flaccid cock hanging like a fat trunk between his legs. The man beside him, however, was fully dressed.

  Shorter and less muscular, his companion turned to the side, averting his eyes. He was clearly a Beta like the men in her settlement—the first Beta she had seen in days.

  The Alpha began to speak, his voice low in a forced calm. He even purred.

  Morgaine tightened her grip on her makeshift weapon.

  A moment later the Beta translated. “Our Heidron would like to know who struck you and why.”

  Cocking her head, Morgaine narrowed her eyes, and growled at the pair of them, “I was taken from my mother, forced to endure lessons on how to be a proper Omega, threatened constantly with unwanted male attention, and watched every minute of every day. I was struck because I disliked it.”

  The words were fed back to the Alpha, the one watching her with his own narrow-eyed gaze. He did not find her answer satisfactory.

  The Beta asked again. “Who struck you and why?”

  Morgaine found the question pointless considering the brute who’d asked it, and snarled, “The day before you arrived, I laid down in the glass cage and ignored the questions and demands of the Alphas who came to view me. The commandant assured that I would not be able to sit or lie down again the next day. He ordered five strikes of a cane. The Alpha responsible for my transition carried out the sentence. The Alpha with the greatest claim to me held me down, though he offered to take my punishment upon himself.”

  Every word was fed back to the one staring at her, who said, “You smell like fear.”

  “You’re very scary.”

  “And you believe you can fend me off with that sti
ck?”

  Morgaine glanced down at her weapon. “No, but if I get you angry enough, you will kill me more quickly.”

  He paced towards her, grabbed the stick from her slack fingers, and threw it across the room. “A weapon will not work unless you are willing to wield it, girl. I suggest never raising one to me again.”

  The last traces of pride and bravery vanished at his nearness. Lip trembling, she said, “If you are angry about the wounds, I was assured they would not scar.”

  His palms cupped her cheeks, fingers curling around her skull. “I am angry about the wounds. Very angry. But I am not angry with you.”

  Unsure what to say, Morgaine closed her eyes, a long breath leaving her chest. When he pulled her closer, she stumbled only a little. Again he put her cheek to his chest, his hand to her hair, and placed an arm firmly around her middle.

  The purr was like warm sand for her to sink into, a trap that would pull a body under even if resisted. It felt treacherous and untrustworthy, even as it promised safety and warmth. Like the thing he’d done to her in his nest, the way he’d turned her body against her and made her the true definition of feral.

  The male knew how to control in ways which Sergeant Uriel had only tested the waters and Corporal Esin had yet to learn.

  Pressing closer to that noise, Morgaine muttered, “I don’t know what to do.”

  The words had been too soft for the translator to hear, but the Alpha responded as if in perfect understanding.

  “He says you shall sleep now.”

  The Beta dismissed, Morgaine was taken back into the sleeping chamber. Only this time she was not shoved into the bedding, but urged to lie down on her stomach. When his weight came heavy beside her, a cool pass of medicine was swabbed over her back and buttocks.

  He talked again as if explaining all he did, Morgaine passing into dreams anchored by the sound of his voice and warmed by the heat of his body.

  Chapter Eight

  His long hair running over her bare skin, everywhere Simin moved his head was like a brush of feathers. It set bumps to her flesh and a soft smile to his kor’yr’s mouth. She was much more docile in sleep.

  She did not tense as he tasted her body, she did not smell of fear.

  No, she smelled like sunshine.

  He’d recognized her scent at once on the enemy ship, rushed to break her out of her cage. He’d saved her from the weakling Nierra.

  Hours were spent exploring his conquest. Simin carefully drawing one nipple, then the other into his mouth. Both were pure decadence, and he could not find a favorite between them. Licking between her toes had inspired the girl to arch her back in sleep, even her thighs had softly parted, giving him a view of that pretty cunt.

  Her resistance to his tasting her hours ago had been cute. The thing had no idea what he’d been about, surprised all the more when she’d liked it.

  Whatever the Nierra did with their females, it sounded as bland as their battle technique—pomp backed by so little substance. The girl didn’t know it yet, but life for her would be much better as his kor’yr no matter her hesitations or fear. No matter if she found him ugly.

  At least he knew how to fuck.

  Speaking of fucking, he wanted to do so now—slip inside her while she slept and wake her with a full belly of cock. She would like it, just as she’d liked his tongue on her clit. There was no question in Simin’s mind.

  Balls aching, he put a grip on the base of his shaft, stroking up hard enough to blend pain into the pleasure. Just looking at her he could come.

  Tempted to release over the sleeping Omega, to leave something sweet on her lips, Simin groaned.

  Her left leg shifted, pussy opening to him in unspoken offering.

  It was easy to balance over her body, to set his swollen crown against her eager slit.

  A virgin they’d claimed, one about to get her first cock. She’d yelped under his tongue, screamed when she’d come. What would she do when she felt her first knot? He’d bet five ships and a planet of farmland she’d squeal.

  Even in sleep her body was responding to his low-pitched growls, the aroma of slick growing stronger by the minute. A simple tilt of his hips and his fat cockhead would pop inside. One surge forward and he’d have her full to the brim.

  His body moved with the thought. Just as her eyes flew open, he breached that tight hole. She was so wet, so hot, that there was no question of how hard to rut.

  One harsh howl, his lips pulled back from his teeth, and he claimed all for himself.

  The surprise on her face was as beautiful as the pulse of her cunt around his throbbing invasion. He surged, shoved in deep, and felt perfection

  “Kor’yr, I want to hear you scream again.”

  And she did. Only it wasn’t a scream, there was no noise when she threw back her head on a silent wail. The reek of her fear came back, just in time to excite the Alpha who would show her fear could flavor pleasure just as pain could heighten the thrill.

  ***

  It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. Oh, but it felt jagged and raw, stretching out her insides in a way that seemed impossibly deep.

  Her nails dug into his biceps, Morgaine trying to hold on when the first cramp came. His exceptional length didn’t fit, and her body rebelled. Still he surged forward; still he slammed against her hips.

  No matter how rough his thrusts, the lips at her ear spoke softly. His meaning was lost on her, but his intention could not be missed.

  He sounded as if he were in pain, that grainy voice tight. When she squeezed around him, he moaned. When she panted in time to his rhythm, he praised her.

  In a bed that smelled sweet and equally strange, staring at the mosaic ceiling of a room as foreign to her as the male using her body, Morgaine understood exactly what Alphas were capable of.

  It was like being dragged up a mountain, legs twisted and back bent. It was like being filled with writhing snakes and liquid gold. Cell by cell, sensation took over, locking her away in a part of her mind that was blurred by pleasure whether she’d invited it or not.

  Her control was as cloudy as the Alpha’s eyes, and then even that was taken from her.

  Something changed in the shape of the shaft stabbing into her belly. It pulled, grew and caught at the mouth of her cunt.

  A forming knot.

  Just like the Omega she’d watched on the wall, Morgaine began to beg for release… and then it came. Everything inside her twisted, invited that knot to stretch her past pleasure into bliss.

  When the first spurt of seed sprayed her womb, she screamed.

  There was no word for such feeling.

  Another eruption of come, and she bit his arm to keep from howling.

  A third, a fourth, and she was certain her body would burst apart.

  His forehead came to hers, the male panting, “Youvertr’kril, dorngut yaka nilie.”

  When the world stopped spinning, Morgaine found her hands had tangled in his hair. Holding to him, even her legs had wrapped his waist. She had bent fully to his will.

  Nothing in life had moved her as much as being mounted had moved her. Knowing it could have been any Alpha… grasping that the males knew it… turned what had been beautiful into something tarnished.

  To be Omega was to be consumed.

  Would it have felt different in the pleasure chambers, or would she have been dragged to such heights by male after male who’d paid the fee? Where was the intimacy and love Uriel had spoken of?

  Everything felt like a lie. Running her hands from his shoulders, fingering muscled arms, Morgaine made herself feel him, made herself recognize who he was and what he had done.

  Inside her belly, he was still hard as stone, and when she moved her hips, she found her body locked to his. The knot persisted, tying them together, and it was as exquisite as it was horrid.

  It seemed wrong that she had enjoyed it, worse still that she would enjoy it time and time again. They don’t use you only once. Uriel had made that clear. Esin ha
d made that clear. The males who had gathered outside the glass cage had made that clear.

  Heart breaking, she looked into the eyes of the man whose cock still twitched inside her and said her name. “Morgaine.”

  At first he seemed to misunderstand, but then he smiled. “Simin. Heidron Simin Gralloch.” A light kiss was pressed to her mouth. “Kor’yr Morgaine.”

  There was a ripple in her internal muscles, a tightening around his girth. As it happened, she watched Simin’s eyes close on a sigh of pleasure. He was still in ecstasy, caught up in rapture as another wave of come was drawn from his body deep into hers.

  Settling back against his cushions, she closed her eyes to wait it out and think of anything else. Her apathy was unacceptable to the male, who rocked deeper against her, rubbing himself where she was tender, until she too was moaning.

  When he licked his thumb and reached between their bodies to manipulate the nerves of her clit, it only took three strokes until she was coming again, whimpering as her insides went wild and as that invasive knot seemed to grow even larger.

  He would not leave her alone.

  When nature had decided their coupling was at an end, the knot shrank, a wave of fluid gushed from her body, and his still hard cock started the game all over again.

  The Alpha took her five times, over and over, offering Morgaine no rest or escape from how he could make her body sing. When he was finally finished, he lay with his mouth near her breast, indolently toying with her nipple, chuckling when every time he flicked his tongue over the pert tip, she whimpered.

  ***

  Joints aching, Morgaine worked to extricate her body from the weighted limbs of a giant. And a giant he was—taller than Esin or Uriel, darker skinned too—scarred, rough, and unashamed of doing what he wished to her body without explanation or gentle suggestion.

  If he wanted to feast between her legs, he did, regardless of their mixed fluids or her lack of a bath. When he wanted her on her knees, he put her there, and used her body to suit his tastes.