by V T Bonds
He leans down and licks my ear, the light caress fragmenting my thoughts.
“Poor little Omega, trapped under her Alpha.”
He gives another swipe of his tongue around the shell of my ear before nuzzling the corner of my jaw.
“Spoiled little queen, demanding her king worship her right now.”
His teeth pinch and scrape my earlobe in a sudden, shocking nip.
“I’ll give you what you need, little goddess, but not before I’ve gotten my fill.”
The ball of chaos in my chest threatens to burst, and with his voice pulling me into the depths of instinct, I drop my control and give in to his taunting.
I shred his suit’s collar with my teeth, pushing my arms up his chest and wrenching the fabric down the front.
Jerking him toward me with my legs, I grind my clit piercing against his rigid shaft, groaning and growling with each spear of pleasure-pain.
His deep rumble pummels my organs, forcing a gush of slick from my womb. The discomfort of slippery wetness in my suit muffles the friction between our groins and increases my desperation.
“There we go, Evie. Give me everything.”
I do. I scratch his exposed flesh, lapping at the droplets of crimson seeping from him, and tear his clothing, snarling my excitement with each satisfying rip.
His rough, unforgiving hands encompass my breasts and tweak my nipple piercings, wrenching ungodly sounds from my throat.
Cool air wafts across my wet legs as he yanks my suit off, his enjoyment over my frenzy shining from his eyes.
He catches my frantic hands, putting both of my wrists into one of his massive palms. Yanking my ankle to the outside of his leg, he wedges his shoulders between my knees.
Two sides war within me—the female who adores having her male worship her with his tongue, and the Omega in desperate need of her Alpha’s knot.
Despite wanting his oral attention, I struggle under him, snarling when he pins my wrists to my stomach, his brute strength keeping me in place for his devilish mouth.
When I jab my heel at his back, he reaches up with his unoccupied hand and pinches my right nipple between two unrelenting fingers.
As agony flashes through my breast, he runs the flat of his tongue up my center, bumping my perineum piercing, scorching my swollen folds, and flicking my clitoral jewelry with one swipe.
My back tries to arch away from the floor, but he holds me in place with ease, growling his enjoyment against my folds.
Every time my heels strike his back, he tweaks my nipple bars, alternating between breasts until my torso becomes one seething mass of need.
With his deft tongue delving between my folds and torturing my piercings, I drown in erotic sensations, teetering at the edge of completion.
Sweat glistens between us, my feet sliding along his ribs as he teases me into a wordless craze, pushing me so far, I don’t know if I’m trying to push him away or pull him closer.
When he lifts his head just as my insides gather and tip toward plummeting into relief, a choked snarl slips from my throat.
Between one blink and the next, he flips me over, yanks my ass into the air, and pins the side of my face to the hard floor by my hair.
“Look at me as I take you.”
His words fill me with dark elation, and I scoot my knees closer to my breasts, offering him easier access to my pussy and straining my eyes up to meet his blown pupils.
My breath hitches as he presses his wide cockhead against my sopping entrance.
“Mine.”
He crams his thickness deep within me, splintering my reality and perfecting my existence. I lose the ability to breathe as he grabs my hips and pistons in and out, pummeling my insides with such force I have no choice but to skyrocket into ecstasy.
Even with my eyesight blanking to white, I keep his expression of bliss vivid in my mind, worshipping him in my soul and filling our bond with my love for him.
The moment my orgasm eases its grip on my muscles, he shifts one finger and hovers it over my clit.
I suck in some much-needed oxygen and shake under him, meeting his lustful stare with glassy eyes.
When I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, his knot expands, catching on my entrance with each thrust. He groans, mashes my jewelry onto my sensitive bundle of nerves, and buries himself to the hilt.
His knot locks us together, the terrific stretch behind my pubic bone blasting my orgasm to epic heights, until nothing exists except us.
Nothing matters except his claiming of my body and the joining of our souls.
Only love remains.
Soft clouds buffer reality, the hard floor under my cheek and knees the perfect counterpart to the heat of his flesh scorching the back of my legs and ass.
“My beautiful, perfect Evie.”
His purr clears away the mist at the edges of my vision, offering me a view of his perfect body as he caresses my hips.
He bends down, shifting his knot inside me and stealing a delicious whimper from my chest.
“I’ll take those tears now, little goddess.”
As though summoned from the darkest parts of me, salty liquid springs from my eyes, flowing down my face and puddling under my head.
Wrapping a forearm between my breasts, he transfers us to our sides and presses his front against my back, cocooning me from behind.
He kisses my shoulder and rubs my arm, encouraging me to release every ounce of jumbled emotion fighting for real estate in my soul.
Thirty-five years’ worth of terror, agony, and uncertainty pours from my eyes.
His words don’t pierce my purging, but their sentiment flows through our bond—he loves and supports every part of me, including the raging, murderous creature who beat her previous captor to beyond recognition.
In fact, he adores the stubborn, fierce, resilient beast lurking in my shadows.
After a while, my tears ease and the band around my chest slips away. A slight ache settles between my ribs from sobbing, but my lifemate’s addictive purr carries the discomfort away.
I squirm closer to him, content to stay limp on the hard floor as long as it means he’s with me.
When thick fingers brush my wayward hair behind my ear and slide around my chin, I shiver. This Alpha owns my soul.
Just as I own his.
His gray eyes shimmer with the tears he won’t shed, and for a fraction of a second my heart squeezes in angst, but his lopsided grin and the respect shining in his expression end my worry.
I open my mouth to speak, not knowing what I mean to say, but he lowers his head and brushes his soft lips along my jaw.
A happy, satisfied purr rumbles from my chest, joining his deep vibrations.
After a scorching, yet calming kiss, he tucks an arm under my head and fills his palm with my breast.
Floating on clouds, I spasm around him, enjoying his grunt as my insides force another release from him.
He moves his hand to my hip.
I pull it back to my breast and moan as his callouses catch on my jewelry.
He grunts and jerks inside me again, his heavy breathing ruffling my filthy hair.
Too spent and relaxed for an actual orgasm, I soak in his tormented pleasure and trail my fingertips up and down his forearm.
Once his purr loses its choppiness, I bump his arm and shiver as his cupped hand jostles my breast, making my womb pulse in greed.
His teeth close over my earlobe and he growls, low and lascivious, while his cock spurts more seed into my already stuffed core.
“This is going to be quite the mess later, isn’t it?” My words slur, the effort of forming syllables testing my abilities.
With his chest heaving against my back, he lets go of my ear and chuckles into my nape.
“I’m going to enjoy feeding it to you. And licking you clean, of course.”
I hum in eager agreement, filling my lungs with our mingled pheromones and succumbing to the weight pressing down on my eyelids.
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He lets me doze, probably so I’ll stop torturing him. He purrs and whispers praise all the while, and although he’s already embedded in my soul, the dual approach works.
I believe everything he says. He’ll worship me forever, loving me through eternity and supporting me in every way imaginable. He’ll tend me through my heats and challenge me in our den, never expecting me to change. Never wanting me to change. He loves me how I am.
Scarred and stubborn, but no longer broken and alone.
I have him.
We have our family.
The future holds no promises, but two things will always be true.
Vander is mine and I am his.
And we’ll love, support, and protect our family, just as they will us.
∆∆∆
I hum as delicious warmth slides down my throat, our mixed essences infusing me with energy and contentment.
As his fingers leave my mouth, I suction my lips around them and swallow every drop.
His masterful tongue laps at my sore entrance, gobbling up what leaks out between the handfuls he brings to my lips.
Bliss diffuses outward from my full stomach, my taste buds relishing the euphoric flavor of my Alpha’s seed.
My legs twitch as he flicks the tip of his tongue over and around my perineum piercing, continuing even after he licks up every drop, teasing me until tendrils of lust sneak into my core.
I groan as he rises from between my thighs and covers my mouth with his own, dragging me back up to the floaty, soft place.
As the ground disappears from under me, replaced by strong arms, I snuggle into his ridiculously muscular chest and trace my fingers over his tattoo.
I’ve seen the Alpha Elite crest countless times over the years, but it takes on new meaning as I stare up at his chin.
These men, the deadliest males on the planet, take pride in their honor, but they’re more than they ever thought they could be.
Yes, they’re ruthless killing machines. Yes, they’ve done some horrible deeds.
But they’re also loyal to a fault, fiercely protective of their family, and soft on the inside.
They are now family men. Hell, Jumoke’s already a father.
No doubt more babes will spring up, especially with how virile and… enthusiastic these Alphas are.
We get to retire and focus on our family’s happiness.
Cripes, I really am the most powerful being in the universe—if I can take the most ruthless group of Alphas and turn them into the softest, marshmallowy males in the world, then nothing holds more sway than I.
I giggle over my ridiculous thoughts.
When dazzling slate-gray eyes dart down to mine, I can’t help but giggle harder.
“You fecked me silly. Aren’t you proud?”
His roaring laughter booms off the walls, the echo telling me we’re in the hygiene bay, and as the vibrations sink into my bones, my giggles turn to snorts and guffaws.
Still chuckling as the shower sprays water over us, he squeezes me tighter and kisses my forehead.
“Never change a damn thing about yourself. You are perfection. I love you.”
Through my slowing laughter I bask in his words, knowing without a doubt he means every syllable, because his soul echoes these truths into my darkest crevices.
As soap rains down on our heads, I run my fingers through his hair and meet his eyes again.
“I love you too, Vander. I can’t wait to start forever with you.”
His purr, as he sets me on my own feet to run his hands over me, urges me to join him. We fill the tiny shower space with the most serene music.
Despite the silky soap making our touches tantalizingly sensual, we keep the moment tame, cleaning one another with utmost care.
I take off the field dressing on his arm and inspect the wound, kissing the flesh nearby when I confirm he doesn’t need stitches.
As the bubbles swirling down the drain turn pink from our filthy hair, I find I feel neither remorse nor pride in the memories they conjure.
My Alpha helps cleanse me of the baggage I carried for decades.
When the water runs clear, I stand on my tiptoes and brush my lips across the claiming mark my teeth left on his shoulder.
I recall the graceful movements of his body as he started through the unexpected doorway to slaughter over a dozen men.
Leaning into him, I wrap my arms around his lower ribs, rest my chin on his sculpted chest and stare up at him until he meets my eyes. His expression softens further, the love and adoration shining from his features proving he enjoys my sweet side.
“We should go piss off some stupid blokes.”
His eyebrow raises at my random remark, but mirth creases his lips.
“And why’s that?”
“So I can watch you kick arse again.”
His chuckle proves he loves my warped side too.
I let him hoist me up so I can wrap my arms and legs around him. He spreads his hands under my ass and carries me to the bed.
Settling me onto our old nest, I sigh when he steps back.
“Fix our nest, Evie. I’ll get us clean blankets and water.”
I scrunch my face and tilt my head, ready to tell him I’d rather just jump between the sheets and get vertical with him, but he crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at me.
His iron will blazes from his stern expression.
I sigh and turn to my task, rolling a few top layers to the side before digging out some pillows.
When I stop to check my options, I realize I’m thinking too much. I don’t need logic right now. There’s no need to calculate each movement or use any of the techniques I learned as an adolescent.
Whacking away the ingrained habit requires a pause and a deep breath. I relax my shoulders and sink into instincts, letting them take over my actions.
Exposing the base layers, I knead my fingers into them and hum my approval at our scents wafting up.
As I spread the sheets to my liking, my lifemate’s decadent purr weaves within mine, loosening the hold my conscience keeps on my instincts.
With a happy hum, I send him thanks through our bond, charmed by his control and thankful for his support.
Stacking, fluffing, and smoothing until warmth and security surround me, I wiggle into the center of my nest, spreading my arms and legs to check the space.
Satisfied my Alpha will fit comfortably, I shimmy to the side and peel back the top layers of my cocoon.
Finding his toes less than half a foot away, dangling over the edge of the floor, I purr as his fresh pheromones invade my nostrils.
I follow the lines of his muscular legs upward, my stomach flip flopping over the perfection of my mate.
His cock juts from his hips, promising carnal fulfillment with his thick shaft and bulbous head, and my mouth waters even as the softness of my nest lures me toward slumber.
Peeling my eyes from his impressive girth, I meet his piercing gray orbs and shiver as his heart beats within my chest.
I reach forward, pinch his big toe, and give a little tug, crawling backward as he slides into my nest.
I push and pull him to the center, rearranging his arms and legs until I’m content with their placement, then plop down on his chest.
Enclosed in the safety of my nest and wrapped in my lifemate’s powerful arms, I give in to the exhaustion tugging at me.
I slip into sleep, sensing my Alpha doing the same under me.
With languid, joyous swirls, our hearts caress each other, glorying in our bond and excited for our future.
∆∆∆
Palming the little square device out of my pocket, I tilt my head and check the horizon.
Why Minette changed our rendezvous location at the last minute, I don’t know, but hopefully she’ll explain as soon as she gets here.
The tension in the cockpit makes me want to grind my teeth, so of course I fall on my favorite hobby.
I poke the tiger.
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terally and with my words.
His rock-hard abs don’t give under my finger, but his eyes flare in interest at my challenge.
“Flabby yet, old man?”
He grabs my wrist and kisses each of my knuckles before responding.
“You tell me, my little queen.”
I groan as he presses my palm to his rigid shaft, his pants infuriating me.
I groan again and drop my head back, conceding to him.
“Nope, not flabby at all,” I murmur to the ceiling, both happy and frustrated.
My well-used pussy dampens, the already swollen folds throbbing with my heartbeat.
He pulls my hand away and turns to face the dashboard just before Seeck and Nova enter the room.
I stick out my lower lip and groan.
“You did this to yourself,” my lifemate says, flicking an amused glance my way.
“At least I don’t have to suffer alone.”
I send a pointed look toward his crotch, enjoying his quiet chuckle.
“True, but you’ll never have to suffer anything alone ever again.”
My heart melts over his rumbled words.
Another couple enters the room, Kwame’s silent feet hitting the floor at the same time as Britani’s. Dirk fills the doorframe seconds later, with Shya tucked to his chest. Anastasia files in after them, her hair coiled at the back of her head in a fancy style. Jumoke strolls in on her heels, grabbing her hand with his uninjured one and leading her to the bench at the table in the room’s corner.
“Why the change in location?” Jumoke asks while smoothing a loose strand of Anastasia’s hair back.
My heart throbs as I realize he styled her hair, despite his missing fingers. His resilience astounds me.
Somehow, his loss of digits seems as bad, if not worse, than the horror I’ve lived through.
I suffered through every surgery and alteration for a purpose—each new agony meant I was one step closer to executing my plan. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It seems so senseless and unfair.
“We’ll find out soon enough,” Vander nods out the windshield, indicating the Space-Flyer lowering to the other side of the dunes.
An amused snort leaves me as I scan the room and find shock-filled faces.
It’s been over three decades since I’ve seen any space-capable crafts, so I relate to their surprise, but I tuck my emotion away much quicker than they do.