by Sara Fields
I stood up, staring down at him from the raised platform of my throne.
“You’re a coward for planning to kill me in my sleep, Thranar. A real alpha would have met me in battle, so I’m going to give you a choice. Either you can fight me and keep your rather tarnished honor to yourself, or you can leave now but I will ensure that everyone from Valgertha to Ravenrath knows of how utterly spineless and weak you really are. They’ll sing songs of your disgrace,” I threatened, all while spinning Aric’s dagger in my fingertips.
I knew what he would do. He had too much pride to walk away.
Hastily, he threw his cape over his head and it fell to the floor in a crumpled red heap. His sword rang as he pulled it free from its scabbard. Without even a second thought, he rushed at me and I quickly sheathed the dagger. I spun around hard and armed myself with my own sword, a finely crafted weapon that I had taken care of since she had been given to me long ago by the most renown blacksmith in Valgertha.
I’d named her Deathbringer. She’d served me over the years, and I had no doubt she would for many more.
The clang of my sword meeting his echoed so loudly in the throne room that the stone walls reverberated with it. I met his blows again and again, blocking and parrying each one with raw adrenaline. I didn’t think about my movements, instead I just followed my instincts. I danced with death and before long, I could feel myself gaining ground.
I pivoted hard to the right and leapt up off the stone, meeting his sword head on with my own. He hastily blocked, but my weapon glanced off of his upper arm. It bit deep enough that blood started to flow beneath his white shirt, staining the fabric almost immediately. He grunted in pain, but he fought on. I could tell my blow had already begun to weaken him, but I didn’t let my guard down, not even for a second.
I fought harder than I ever had in my life. I was hardly even aware of the sheen of sweat that was glistening on my forehead and I didn’t care when I felt a single chilling drop cascade down my spine. I sidestepped and evaded a number of his attacks, not letting him gain even a single edge against me.
I spun and pivoted out of his way. Quickly, I pirouetted and then I dashed forward, swinging my sword arm around fast and hard only to clip his right arm once again. He roared with fury, but I didn’t back down. In fact, it just made me fight even harder. It fueled my alpha like nothing ever had before.
Even though he was fighting with his fury, Thranar was still a formidable opponent. He’d beaten me once and I’d almost died. He was making rash moves without thought and still, I didn’t let up.
I was a shield maiden of my own right. I was a warrior. No one had ever met anyone like me. Thranar had never fought anyone like me and he never would again, but I didn’t let that go to my head. Instead, I moved with carefully calculated swiftness, watching and studying his body language as he fought. Upon closer inspection, I couldn’t help but notice the way he grimaced every time he flew forward and tried to sweep his sword low enough in an attempt to cut deep into my side. I started recognizing a number of other tells he had, like the way he always stepped right to counterbalance himself before he parried to the left or how he tightened his fingers around the base of his sword as he tried to swing hard from above.
After a short time studying his fighting style, I could predict his next move. I did again and again and then I started using that knowledge against him. I pushed him back, blocking every one of his blows. I forced him to retreat as I moved forward, one step after another until I had him backed into the corner of the throne room.
I could feel Aric watching. I could feel how powerful his pride was pulsing through our connection and I snarled like a feral animal closing in on a kill.
Thranar’s face had gone white. He knew he was losing ground and fast. Once he recognized that he had nowhere else to go, his ferocity intensified, but so did his foolishness. His blows increased in strength, but I knew what he was going to do before he did it now. My sword cracked against his as I blocked every one of his attempts and then I started pressing harder.
His face tightened into a grimace once again and I spun around, elegantly sliding my sword along his blade in a block before I feinted to the right and mimicked his maneuver. He didn’t have time to parry my blade and it sank deep into his side. Quickly, I pulled it out and swung my sword around hard, slicing across his throat just deep enough to make him bleed.
He didn’t have a fighting chance. I tossed my sword to my other hand and quickly unsheathed the dagger that Aric had granted me. Thranar tried to swing his weapon in desperation, but I’d already mortally wounded him. I easily deflected his attack, spun the dagger in my fingers, and moved in to make the final blow.
Using every ounce of strength and instinct in my body, I sank the blade into the side of his skull until only the handle was visible. I held his eyes with mine, watching as they stared back at me with anger, then disbelief and finally, with nothing at all. I watched every last moment as he realized that I had won and he had lost. I watched the life flicker out of his eyes and my inner alpha rejoiced with triumph.
His body swayed side to side and he collapsed. I watched as he lay on the floor in a slump, the blood pooling beneath him in spades. The puddle crept outward across the gray stone, silent evidence that he was never going to get up and hurt anyone ever again.
He thought he’d be able to beat me. He’d been wrong.
My shoulders rose and fell at the same time as the beat of my heart pounded inside my skull. My veins still roared with the primal adrenaline that a battle of this magnitude brought, and I luxuriated in my victory. I stared down at the fallen king and took a deep breath. After that, I knelt down and gripped the handle of the dagger. In one smooth motion, I removed it from Thranar’s skull. The wet sound echoed throughout the throne room and I said nothing at all. Quickly, I grasped a cloth that was tied to my waist and I wiped off the blood that still stained the blade.
I heard Aric moving behind me and I jumped when his fingers brushed against the side of my neck. I knew it was him, but my body wasn’t calmed enough from the fight that I had difficultly not striking back in defense. Carefully, as if he knew what I was feeling, he took the dagger from my fingers and put it back in its leather sheath. Then he took my sword and wiped it clean with Thranar’s forgotten cape, before sliding it back into my scabbard. After all that, he turned me around slowly to face him.
I stood there almost in a daze.
He growled, the sound low and demanding and my core cramped hard. My eyes flicked up to him and I whimpered softly.
“You fought so very beautifully, Freya. I’m so very proud of you,” he murmured, and my eyes flicked down to watch the small mesmerizing motions of his words on his lips. His palm cupped the side of my face gently and I sucked in a breath.
“I killed him with your dagger, just like you wanted,” I breathed.
“I know. It was quite incredible, my love,” he answered, keeping his voice soft. “Now though, you need your alpha, don’t you, my pretty little omega?” With a single finger, he lifted my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. A shiver raced down my spine at the raw intensity and arousal that I saw there. While holding my gaze, he growled quietly once again. My alpha took a step back and my omega reared her head once more. She answered to her alpha’s call.
A soft whimper escaped my throat, a breathy tell of the arousal that was just beginning to spark to life inside me. He reached down to unclasp my corseted leather top, all while holding my gaze with his. At first, my hands twitched, and I had to force myself not to try to stop him. Once more, he growled in warning and I stilled. My heart pounded in my chest as he undid one lace after the next until my top relaxed enough that he removed it entirely. Next he removed the soft cotton bra I’d worn underneath, leaving my torso completely bare.
He made quick work of my boots and my leather pants, pulling them down my waist before he laid everything on a nearby chair. He lifted me off the floor and carried me back to my throne. He sat down
and placed me on his lap. I was facing him, completely naked while he was still clothed.
“Undo my belt and free my cock, little omega,” he demanded.
I panted, a consuming warmth overtaking my limbs and an overwhelming need settling down deep into my core. I licked my lips, flicking my eyes from his down to the very hard erection that was still contained by his dark pants. With a heavy swallow, I reached for his belt and undid the clasp, sliding the leather through and enjoying the soft feel of it in my fingers. Touching it made me think of the many times he’d taken that very same belt and whipped my bare bottom with it and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped my lips at the memory.
He grasped my chin and slid his thumb over my lip roughly.
“Such a pretty little mouth,” he murmured before he released my chin and slipped his fingers in between my thighs. He rubbed my clit lightly, coating them in my wetness before he lifted them back to my lips. Without hesitation, he forced them into my mouth and onto my tongue. “Lick them clean,” he demanded.
I closed my lips around his fingers and sucked them hard, blushing as the shameful taste of my own arousal spread across my tongue. With his other hand, he freed his cock and lifted me enough so that his head just brushed against my entrance. He kept his fingers in my mouth as he slowly lowered me onto his cock. I whimpered as he forced his long length inside of me. No matter how many times he fucked me, my pussy could never get used to his size. His entry hurt as my body tried to accommodate his massive cock and I cried out when my ass finally met his thighs. I’d taken all of him and my body spasmed hard around his length.
With his other hand, he tweaked my nipple. Pain blossomed across my breast and instinctively, my hips rolled against him as I tried to take what he wanted to give me. He pulled his fingers free from my lips and I sighed softly.
“I want you to ride me, little omega. I want you to wear yourself out on my cock because right now, that’s exactly what you need, isn’t it?” he purred softly in my ear and my inner walls fluttered possessively around his cock.
“Yes, alpha,” I panted, the breathiness in my voice giving away exactly how right he was. I loved that he knew me like that.
He grasped my face with his palm and pulled me into a kiss. It felt like he was devouring me, and I lost myself in his embrace. His lips demanded that I give in and when I finally did, my entire body pulsed hard with desire and my pussy clenched tightly around his cock. My hips rocked back and forth, and a soft keening noise escaped my lips.
I wound my arms around his neck, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I held on tight. He broke the kiss and stared back into my eyes, his intense desire unmistakable.
“I gave you an instruction, my pretty omega. Don’t make me put you over my knee instead,” he demanded, and a blush caressed my cheeks. Quickly, I rushed to obey him, rolling my hips and taking his cock exactly like he demanded. I rode him hard and fast, holding onto him as I lost myself in my pleasure.
His hand splayed against my lower back just lightly enough to remind me that he could take control at a moment’s notice. I rode him faster, took him deeper and everything else began to fall away.
I forgot about Thranar. I forgot about the responsibilities of being queen, of the Cult of the Blood Moon, of the Alpha Brotherhood. The only thing that mattered now was that I needed to ride my alpha’s cock while sitting atop my own throne until he gave me permission to stop.
He purred softly and a hot streak of desire raced through me, so strong that it nearly knocked me senseless with need. Every time I rolled my hips, my clit scraped against his pelvis and white-hot bliss surged inside me.
I couldn’t take much more of this without falling apart.
Then he growled and forced my orgasm forward. I cried out as my core twisted hard. Every muscle in my body clenched greedily at his thick length. I clutched at him with my fingers and I worried that I was gripping too hard, but then my eyes rolled back into my head as I took him even more deeply than before. My knuckles went white as every nerve exploded with exquisite ecstasy that threatened to drown me entirely.
I couldn’t even try to remotely control what happened next.
Hot pleasure sliced through me. My heart beat furiously in my chest, pounding with arousal and for every ounce of my submission to my alpha. I came for him and I came hard, again and again until my naked body glistened with sweat. My thighs were soaked with slick and still I rode him with wild abandon.
I embraced everything that was within me. I was alpha. I was omega, but most important of all, I was his.
Pleasure and pain become one and the same. Nothing else mattered and when I was finally ready, I tore open his shirt with my fingers, the sound of ripping fabric making my pussy clench hard around his cock. He groaned and I stared at the place where my mark should be.
I wanted him. I wanted to possess him in the same way that he’d claimed me.
“Take it, sweet girl. Make me yours,” he commanded, and I curled into him. Fueled by the raging instincts that swirled inside me, I bit hard into his shoulder. I tasted his blood on my tongue and I swallowed deep, marking him as mine.
The pair bond exploded between us in a brilliant show of white light, forcing a deeply intense orgasm to rip me apart. I felt myself falling and at once, our hearts beat together as one.
He’d chosen me. I’d chosen him and now we would be together forever.
The base of his cock swelled at my entrance. I screamed with pleasure and then his knot inflated deep inside my pussy, hooking behind my pelvis and securing us together. I trembled around his length as he groaned. I wound myself around his shoulders and when the first hot spurt of his seed burst up inside me, I hurtled into a final orgasm far more powerful than all the rest.
My endless bliss shattered over me like a hailstorm, pelting me with one ball of pleasure after the next. My passionate need destroyed me, wrecking me from within and strengthening our bond even more. My release consumed me like no other, a boundless abyss of desire that I couldn’t claw my way back from no matter how hard I tried.
When my orgasm finally ended, I laid against his chest. Thoroughly ravaged, I couldn’t hold back my tears from falling, but I wasn’t crying from pain or sadness.
I was blissfully content, and I smiled through my tears, his knot still safely inside me, holding us together. I could feel his contentment more acutely now that the pair bond was fully formed between the two of us. His happiness was exquisite and wonderful and it made my heart pulse for him and only him.
“You will always be queen, but you will also always be my omega, won’t you, Freya,” he purred.
“I will always be yours, alpha,” I replied softly, and I meant every single word.
Epilogue
Luna
The day I looked out my window and saw Thranar’s head on a pike was one of the happiest days of my life. I’d heard the rumors of what had happened, but I hadn’t believed it until I’d seen those dead eyes staring back at me. No longer did they wish to hurt me. No longer did he mean to hold me down and take me against my will. I’d never have to hear his arrogant voice again.
I hated that he’d forced me into heat, time and time again. He’d acquired some sort of injection that would bring estrous forth no matter what, using it against me every time that I tried to deny him. He’d always punished me for saying no.
And now he was dead.
Good fucking riddance.
I’d prayed to the gods every night for his death.
It had been about two weeks since the alpha queen had taken me from Ravenrath and brought me to the safety of her warrior city of Valgertha. Her people had taken care of me, ensuring that I had the best medical care. My bruises had faded away and the fresh cut marks on my wrists healed, leaving pink scars that would forever remind me of Thranar’s cruelty. More to add to the collection, I suppose.
I’d lost count of how many scars that he’d marked me with.
I was safe here for now, but I kn
ew it wouldn’t last. It never did.
If I didn’t return, the Cult of the Blood Moon would come looking for me and they’d find me. They’d punish me for leaving my post as Thranar’s omega and they’d torture me in retribution for his death.
But that wasn’t the worst of it.
If I didn’t go back, they’d kill my child.
Which meant I couldn’t stay here.
I had to go back.
I needed to save my daughter even if it meant sacrificing myself.
The End
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