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“Do you like the present your father gave me, tiny scorpion? I’ve waited to return the favor for over two decades, but now…” I run my fingertips over her face, “I’d rather mark you in different ways.”
Her shoulders drop as my purr scatters her thoughts. I trace the bridge of her nose and tease along her perfect lips, weaving a spell of soft touches and decadent vibrations, using her own omega desires against her.
When I step back and end my purr, desolation emanates from her.
As realization dawns, her features harden, but the glimmer of tears in her eyes stabs deep into my chest. I chuckle to hide the unfamiliar emotion and lift a brow.
She expected violence and pain, and although I have no scruples over hurting others, revenge demands I find a much more destructive path for my adversary’s offspring.
“Don’t move,” I warn before dropping into a squat. I untie my boots before surging upright and unbuckling my belt. Her wide eyes follow my movement, but she remains where I put her.
There’s no escape for her. The lock is higher than she can reach, and my bulk prevents her from fleeing deeper into my lair.
I watch her emotions play across her face as I unfasten my jeans.
Even with hatred twinkling from her eyes, her scent thickens as I shuck my trousers down my legs and toe off my boots. Standing before her, completely naked, I enjoy the pretty pink blush coloring her cheeks as terror shrinks her pupils.
She closes her hands into fists and turns her face away.
Crimson drips down her forearms and the faint stench of alpha seed wafts into my nostrils.
The pheromones remind me of her father, but it doesn’t matter who they belong to. They aren’t mine, so they don’t belong.
I snarl, grab her by the nape, and push her through the old military berthing area.
Lights as bright as the noonday sun flicker over the bunks. Instead of mattresses, shallow pans of dirt sit in the bright lamps. The generator hums, mingling with the trickling of water, but I rush through the space and shoulder my way into the washroom.
The original row of sinks remains, but I removed every toilet except the one in the corner and tore down the superfluous stalls to open the space. Now a bench and repurposed utility shelf line the burnished silver walls across from the mostly intact mirror.
My reflection towers over my tiny scorpion, highlighting our size difference as I force her across the floor toward the shower room.
Originally meant to accommodate a dozen people at once, the area provided enough space for me to add extra showerheads, a large galvanized stock tank in the center, a small, movable shower seat, and a metal rack bolted into the ceiling and floor on the far side of the tub.
I twist the master knob to turn on every showerhead and shove my tiny scorpion into the nearest spray before the water warms.
Her gasp of shock shames me, but I relish her attempt to flee, stepping into her path and blocking the exit with my broad frame. Her tiny, naked, wet body slides against mine, and if it weren’t for the frigid water, the experience would inspire many future wet dreams.
I grip her hair and extend my arm, forcing her back under the nearest showerhead. She sputters and struggles for another moment before going quiet and wrapping her arms around her middle.
When her teeth clatter and shivers run through her entire body, worry joins the host of unfamiliar emotions she’s awoken within me, but I tamp it down and lift a sardonic brow as I study her peaked nipples and pebbled flesh.
Whether she ignores my heated stare or truly can’t think beyond the cold is a mystery to me as she stares at the ground and concentrates on taking deep, even breaths. I long to break her will, but can’t deny the wonder blooming alongside my fury.
If every alpha had half her level of control or conviction, the world would be a much better place. Instead, people like her parents stab their alliances in the back the moment they let their guard down.
As the water warms, her shivering stops, but her shoulders remain tense. I wait until steam billows toward the ceiling and her skin turns pink before adjusting the temperature to my liking. When I step into the spray, she shuffles backward, her hair still trapped in my fist.
I spin her around and keep her at arm’s length in front of me as I lead her deeper into the room. The no-nonsense sway of her hips as she struggles to keep up with my silent demands has my cock fully hard and bobbing in the downpour. Despite the steaming water, I long to sink into the tight, wet heat between her legs.
As I pass the stock tank, I snag the soap out of the hanging basket and shove her face-first against the metal rack. She grunts and grabs the bar near her shoulders, but I release her hair and stretch her arms up and out until she’s forced to rise onto her toes. I engulf her hands with mine and force her to hold on to the higher bar.
Despite the water rushing over us, the filthy smells wafting off her body assaults my nostrils and the grime clinging to her limbs insults my alpha pride. Although much cleaner than the common population, her hygiene isn’t to my standards.
I’ll give her an upgrade. Right now.
Despite my disgust over the lingering alpha pheromones, the soft flesh of her back on my shaft tantalizes me to the edge of sanity. My musk thickens and a single pearly drop escapes my tip before the deluge washes it away.
“Don’t move, tiny scorpion, or I might lose control,” I rumble against the side of her head. Even bending down with her balanced on her toes, our size difference makes reaching her ear difficult.
