Unified Omegas (Alpha Elite Series Book 7)

by V T Bonds

  “Little Red, they will recover.”

  I fight the urge to program my best friend’s latest coordinates into the Space-Flyer and rush to her rescue.

  A part of me loses the battle, allowing my hand to move toward the dial he just finished adjusting.

  His expression hardens before he grabs my wrist.

  “No,” he snarls, his deep voice full of menace.

  I challenge him, squinting and reaching with my other hand for the dial.

  He intercepts and transfers my wrists to one of his massive hands.

  “Careful, firecracker.”

  His rough thumb strokes over my cheekbone as he moves my hands away from the console.

  Concerned and torn over the events of the day, I melt and yet rebel.

  My growl fills the space between us while I press my front against him.

  “They need help.”

  “They will need help. Right now they need time to recover.”

  I weigh his words with the snippets of information Evie sends me and lean harder against him.

  He’s right. They need almost a week of downtime before going after Alpha One again.

  Agitation still vibrates my chest, but my lifemate understands.

  He smirks and leans down to brush his lips against my ear, morphing my frustration into tingles of desire.

  “I promised you things. Dark, dirty, filthy things,” he whispers while nuzzling my hair.

  I shiver in anticipation.

  “I don’t break my promises. Let’s go, firecracker.”

  The next second finds me braced upside down on his back with his shoulder supporting my hips and his iron arm pinning my knees to his front.

  Uncaring of our audience, I laugh in pleasure and fill my hands with his rock-hard ass, well aware of his ability to handle any attempt I make to escape.

  I don’t want to escape.

  I want to be pinned and knotted.

  When I stretch and reach a little lower, he quickens his pace and gives a warning growl. I pinch where the back of his thigh meets his butt anyway, catching a bit of skin only because he’s walking.

  His growl drops in pitch, filling me with delicious heat.

  He kicks the door closed with his heel and secures the locks, closing us into our den.

  I grab his ass again and bite his back, tilting my head to pinch some covered flesh between my teeth.

  His hand caresses my ass before he trails thick fingers over my clad pussy. If I were any hotter, I’d melt my leathers and give him unimpeded access to my hungry core.

  When his hand lifts away, I tighten my grip on his butt and growl through my mouthful of hard muscles.

  His palm cracks against my rear, causing heat to bloom in my bones.

  Lust makes me gasp, which frees his back from my bite and fills my nostrils with his pheromones.

  He spanks me again, wiping out all thoughts of anything beyond the wall of our den, before grabbing my thighs and hauling me to his front.

  I tilt my hips and wrap my legs around his torso, wishing I could rip our clothes apart so my pussy could slide against his rippled chest.

  He captures my lips with his own, consuming my mouth with such intense passion my toes curl and my womb throbs.

  I give back as much as he gives, my soul invading his chest in my quest to own every centimeter of him.

  He wraps his hand around the back of my skull and groans as I grind against his muscular abdomen, seeking the friction my clit craves.

  My moan joins his desperate sound as he knicks my bottom lip with his fang, teasing me by infusing the tiniest trace of mating venom into the miniscule slice.

  Slick floods my pants as lava infects my veins.

  I weave my fingers into his soft neon locks, giving them a tug before running my hands down his face, not stopping my descent until I grasp his collar with both hands.

  Tearing my mouth away from his, I pull his shirt up and begin a cut in the collar with my teeth.

  The gigantic hand rubbing my ass explores deeper between my legs, mashing my clit with a thick, deft finger.

  I fight the orgasm threatening to barrel through me, yanking my hands apart and ripping his shirt down the front to reveal the most perfect chest in existence.

  Unable to resist, I smooth my hand up the bumps of his abdominals and trace the sexy slope of his pectoral until I reach the first scar I left on his body. Kneading my fingers against my claiming mark, I purr in instinctual satisfaction as his soul jerks with elation.

  His white pupils expand, eating up the vibrant purple irises until only a tiny ring of color remains.

  In a move so sudden and unexpected I don’t react until after I bounce, he flings me from him onto the inlaid bed.

  He follows me down, grabbing my wrist as my fight-or-flight response demands I strike him, and yanks my shirt off over my head.

  Lacking his usual care, he tosses the garment over his shoulder. My eye twitches as it lands inside out on the floor halfway across the room.

  He unhooks my waist holster, whipping it off me and laying it on the floor at the edge of our unkempt nest while shifting his leg over me so he straddles me.

  Pinned down and excited enough to flood our nest with my slick from the slightest provocation, I reach out and grab him through his trousers.

  His hiss delights me almost as much as his thick, hard cock does.

  He closes the gap between his feet, forcing my legs together and trapping me under his massive body.

  I fondle him through his pants while bucking and fighting his hold, knowing I’ll never get loose but enjoying how it highlights our size differences.

  His unoccupied hand joins mine, guiding my fingers to his tip and stroking along his ridges, which scratch against my fingertips despite the material buffering our contact.

  My heart tries to beat out of my chest as he encourages me to unfasten his trousers.

  No matter how many times he ruts me, my stomach quivers in apprehension every time I see his cock. His hot flesh smooths over my fingertips as he presses my hand inside the opening and urges me to pull him free of his clothes.

  My mouth waters as his overwhelming size bobs in front of my face.

  A bead of aphrodisiac forms on his tip as I wrap my hand around his girth. I fight his hand on the wrist I tried to punch him with, needing to pull him toward my mouth so I can have a taste.

  He does not release me. Instead, he moves my hand off his cock and makes it join my trapped one.

  I struggle as he raises my hands to my head and weaves his massive fingers through mine. Capturing chunks of my hair between our entwined digits, he takes control of my arms and head.

  He shuffles up my body, dragging his boots along the outside of my legs until they rest along my thighs and he sits on my ribs.

  With an impatient hand, he flicks open the tiny fasteners on the front of my vest. After peeling both sides as far away from my flesh as possible, he yanks the front clasp of my bra free and tucks the cups under his legs, baring my breasts. His hungry eyes devour me as his purr spears into my womb, causing a gush of wetness to fill my leathers.

  I can’t wriggle to find relief. There’s nowhere for my slick to go, my panties already soaked inside the barrier of my water-resistant pants.

  He plucks my right nipple and settles his shaft between my smushed breasts, scorching both my soul and my flesh with his heat and self-indulgent expression.

  I gasp as he sweeps his hand over my breasts, spreading his fingers and capturing my nipples as he forces my mounds around his half-swollen knot.

  He gives a tiny thrust forward, holding my head down so I can’t reach his tip with my tongue. Without lubrication, his ridges catch on my skin, but the pain only builds my frenzy.

  I double my efforts of finding completion, trying to kick, buck, and wriggle free, but he relentlessly teases me, keeping my breasts pillowed around his cock and his leaking tip out of reach of my mouth.

  Lava courses through my cell
s, melting my cognizance away until only instincts remain. I yearn for his invasion, desiring nothing more than to have him fill my womb with his seed, my heart with his strength, and my nest with his scent.

  Fury rides my impatience, causing me to snarl and snap my teeth, the aggravation made worse as my slick slides down the inside of my leathers and wets my socks.

  His chuckle rockets through me, sending me impossibly higher until I break through the ceiling of my fury and find an inexplicable realm of surrender.

  Floating in clouds laced with equal parts peace and passion, I whimper and relax into the quilt.

  “Good girl. Open your mouth.”

  Losing sight of his face as my eyes roll back in response to his low, resonant voice, I lick my lips before parting them.

  Euphoria coats my tongue as he fills my mouth with his cock, the stretch as he eases through my lips reminding me of how gloriously it hurts to have him fill my pussy.

  I worship him, stroking my tongue along the bottom of his shaft while taking him as deep as I can in the awkward position.

  His groan fuels my soul, growing my need for him while simultaneously filling me with peace.

  He needs me as much as I need him.

  His flavor scrambles my brain as his precum slides down my throat, the familiar icy-hot sensation working its way to my stomach and blooming outward to infect the rest of my body.

  Greedy for more, I strain against his hold in my hair, using my own trapped hands as leverage and sliding my lips along his ridges.

  He snarls and thrusts further into my throat, cramming his tip into the soft spot behind my tonsils and cutting off my air supply for a moment before jerking away.

  I chase after him only for his fist in my hair to force my head back down to the blankets.

  “Mine,” he snarls, pushing his hips back down my legs and lowering his face to my breasts.

  When my vest gets in his way, he yanks one side of the fabric and pops the fasteners open. Little pieces scatter over the quilts as he ruins my clothes, but when his hot mouth covers my left breast, nothing matters except the electricity spearing through me.

  I shiver until he laves at the thick skin marring the edge of my areola, the ragged scar made by his initial mating mark sending delicious agony through me. The puckered flesh reminds me of our first mating and the subsequent horrors of the torture we endured, but I wouldn’t avoid the tragedy if it meant missing out on finding him.

  My skull sinks into the mattress as I throw my head back and moan, his skillful tongue destroying my hold on sanity.

  My legs flail but get nowhere, his weight holding me hostage for his sensual torture.

  His weight leaves me so suddenly I gasp in shock as cool air wafts over my damp skin. By the time I realize my hands are free as well, he’s stripped my pants halfway down my legs.

  I snarl and attack him, aiming for any exposed flesh. My fingernails sink into his bicep while my tongue licks his shoulder as I twist and strain to reach higher, my frenzy demanding I devour the sensitive juncture where his shoulder and neck meet.

  He yanks my shoes off my feet and throws them across the room before shucking my leathers the rest of the way off.

  When they land, inside out, with a wet slap on the floor, I growl in frustration.

  My panties follow suit, leaving me writhing naked against the sheets.

  He grabs my hair and pulls me away from his heat, and I scramble to get closer again until he wraps his massive hand under my chin, framing my face with his calloused fingers.

  His blown white pupils steal my attention, draining the chaotic emotions leading my outbreak and leaving nothing but the need for his touch.

  “Nest, Minette.”

  His eyebrows lower in consternation when I shake my head in token resistance and reach for his torn shirt.

  He tightens his grip on my face and knocks my hands away.

  “Nest, now. You’ll need the comfort while I wreck your pussy for the next few days.”

  I melt under his deep rumble and wicked words, the remaining fury draining from me and leaving me feeling like a limp noodle.

  A sopping wet, drenched and dripping noodle.

  He guides my hand to the tussled blankets under us. The moment the soft fabric fills my palm, instinctual yearning fills me.

  He’s right, as always. I need to make us a nest.

  I send him a wave of thanks through our bond and offer him a slight smile, my mind already fading to allow my nesting instincts to take control.

  I miss his warmth the moment he moves away, but I pull the nearest blanket to my nose and inhale while rubbing it against my cheek.

  Obviously, I kept this one as the upper layer, so it wasn’t against our skin. It isn’t uncomfortable, but I want only the best for the inner layers of our cocoon.

  I rip everything off the mattress and shove it to the foot of the bed. Pulling out the innards of my old nest, I stuff them into a few pillowcases, making some lumpy pillows, which I toss toward the head of the bed.

  My lifemate drops a few clean quilts on the floor by the bed.

  I give him a happy purr, but don’t look away from my work.

  Layering new and used blankets, I primp, stack, and smooth until I’m ready for pillows. Making a perimeter of fluffy clouds, I knead my fingers in the makeshift head supports until they resemble the others, loving the lingering scents wafting up from them.

  Satisfied with the base layers, I continue building my nest until only one blanket remains.

  I decide I don’t want it and toss it away, not caring where it lands.

  Looking up through a break in the covers, I purr over the perfection of my lifemate.

  He stands, completely nude, with his toes hanging over the edge of the floor and his arms crossed over his enormous chest.

  His neon hair catches my attention for half a millisecond, since it frames his contented yet needy expression, but his magnificent cock steals my focus.

  Defying gravity, his weighty shaft juts out, displaying his diabolical ridges and half-filled knot. White liquid leaks from his tip and runs down the underside of his shaft until it drips off his first ridge and lands on my nest’s outermost blanket.

  An odd noise leaves me, my pleasure in the visual feast warring with my desire to gorge on his offering. Anger and loss and need fight within my reaction, the choked whimper full of horror at the waste and lust at the sight.

  My Alpha’s chuckle rips through my reverie and rekindles the fire my nesting instincts tempered.

  I stick an impatient hand out, palm up, and wiggle my fingers in demand.

  His digits engulf mine, sending shivers of delight up my arm.

  He allows me to tug him into my nest, but when I start fiddling with the layers over our heads, he grabs my breasts with both hands and wipes out any thoughts besides lust.

  Using his hold on me, he twists until he’s on top, pinning me under him with his weight.

  I moan as he rubs his ridges against my swollen folds, my core clamping down in mock orgasm. Slick flows from me, wetting us both until the sharpness of his ridges glide between my sensitive bits with ease.

  He pinches both nipples when I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my nails into his back, urging him to give me what we both want. His low growl sends shivers of desire down my spine.

  Desperate for him, I rotate my hips, increasing the pressure between our groins and lift my head. Filling my mouth with the flesh over his rock-hard pectoral, I bite down until my jaw aches with the effort, but I don’t pierce his skin.

  My breasts throb as he rubs his fingers together, tweaking my nipples and stimulating every sensitive nerve ending in my chest.

  I scratch him as he releases my right breast and pries my leg off him, wedging his elbow into the hollow behind my knee and stretching my leg up near my ear.

  My groan turns into a gasping purr, the new angle making him thrust against my clitoris.

  “Please, Draukir. I need your knot.�
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  His lips peel back in a wicked smirk as he lines his thick head up to my entrance.

  “Good, Minette. I plan to give it to you. Over and over again.”

  Despite needing him more than my next breath, I fling my head back and strain to accept all of him as he jerks his hips forward, impaling me to the hilt on his first drive.

  The second his sharp ridges scrape against my G-spot, my womb clamps down in the most marvelous release.

  Vibrant colors steal my vision, his alabaster pupils inspiring sparkling white lights and glowing beauty to infuse my thoughts.

  He doesn’t relent, sitting up and grasping my hips with both hands to ruin my insides with brutal thrusts, giving me everything he has.

  His baritone purr and sensual grunting mingle with my soundless scream and intermittent squeaks as he stretches me with his inflating knot, teasing my entrance until my legs shake and my arms push his abs, hoping to end my delicious suffering and wriggle away from him.

  He pops out of my folds, allowing a gush of slick to splatter the sheets, before shoving his way deep behind my pubic bone.

  Terrible burning spears through my pussy from his ruthless penetration, only for his expanding knot to steal my attention.

  Dazzling agony shoots through my abdomen as he rearranges my insides with his massive knot.

  My orgasm seems endless, his quick, ferocious claiming fulfilling every dark fantasy my Omega heart holds.

  He lowers his torso down to mine, shifting his diabolical ridges and massive knot against every sensitive organ within me.

  I expel a shaky breath as the grip of desire gentles its grasp on me, only to suck in a happy gasp when my Alpha runs his fangs along my shoulder, leaving stinging lines in their wake.

  With our souls swimming in joy and our bodies woven in bliss, we bask in our joining.

  After a few minutes, my lifemate rolls us over and settles me onto his chest. I tuck my legs against his sides, panting as his thick knot sends me into another orgasm.

  His seed weighs down my womb, and I hum my satisfaction over the discomfort.

  I lay my head on his chest and wrap my arms under his as he spans his hands across my back.

  “I love you, Draukir.”

  His guttural sound as he nuzzles the top of my head fills my soul with awe and glee.