“What exactly do you think you are doing?”
The dark calm of his voice lashed around her spine, tugging at it as something vicious and snarled twisted through her chest. Quinn pulled her shoulders back, body on full display as she posed despite the heat burning through her cheeks as she stared up into the bitter green ice of his gaze.
“Was that not the lesson? That I’m here for you to do with as you please, when you please? I thought not having to deal with silly things like clothing would make it easier. Oh, I am sorry. My little brain must not have understood. Maybe you should speak in smaller sentences. Maybe mutilate the other side while you’re at it.”
“My Omega—”
“Your bitch, your breeder, your fuck toy,” Quinn hissed, baring her teeth at the male. Stomach twisted in knots, nausea swelled under her ribs to burn the back of her throat with the bitter words. “Don’t act like I’m anything but a fucking incubator and tight cunt for you.”
“What, did your mother fill your head with tales of Alphas in shining armor? Did she tell you that one would sweep you off your feet and take you away to some castle? Did you expect true love’s first kiss? Oh, that is rich.”
“My mother was far too busy whoring herself out for that shit,” Quinn said with a bitter laugh. Lips curling into a cruel smile, she held her arms out to present her bruised body to Kahler. “That’s the breeding stock you’ve fucking chosen. My father was probably just some John who couldn’t be bothered with a condom.”
The onlookers had been forgotten for the moment until the female gasped. Gray gaze snapping to the woman, Quinn offered a vicious smirk.
“That’s right, sweetheart. He claimed a hooker’s mistake. A prostitute’s bastard is his mate!”
Kahler’s reaction was far less calm than he had seemed only moments before. Broad shoulders held stiff, his arms damn near trembling at his sides they were so tensed. The deep green of his gaze burned as it swept over her. A muscle in his jaw twitched in double time as his lips thinned to a hard line. It was a world away from the cold fury he’d been displaying so far, and Quinn found it comforting to see him burning so hot.
“Get. Out.” Bit out through a growl, the words were mangled by the serrated rumble though the intent remained clear. When the trio did not move, Kahler roared. “Now!”
Quinn knew she should duck her head and submit to whatever he had planned for her next. Knew she was treading a fine line between uncontrollable rage and a simple fit of anger. Still, she canted her head and smiled with as much serenity as she could manage. “Gladly.”
Feet turning her towards the nearest doorway leading away from this moment and everything in that place, she tried not to brace for what was coming. There was no reality where Kahler would let her walk out of that house, and she knew it.
The trick to surviving an Alpha’s temper was to remain pliant. Bones tended not to break when one remained limp.
The expected reaction took longer than she thought it would. Quinn managed three whole steps before his hand was around her throat. A wave of vertigo struck her seconds before the sensation of flying through the air ended with her back slamming into the wall.
Soft, pliant, calm, she screamed at a body that wanted to curl up with every muscle locked rigid in pain. There was no stopping her arms from curling around her stomach though, the way she tucked in to keep at least that one part safe. A split lip, a black eye, even a broken leg she could survive. Quinn couldn’t bring herself to think about what would happen if…
“You want to act like a fucking animal,” Kahler rasped, his breath a torrid wash over her skin that made it prickle. “Then I’ll treat you like one.”
Knees and elbows met the floor, jarring Quinn as her teeth clacked together from the force. Hands scrabbling over the hardwood, she tried to rise only for him to shove her back. Chest slapping to the floor, she choked and gagged as Kahler’s weight came down on a palm between her shoulder blades.
There was no breath to curse him as he shoved her hips high, forcing her to present. Hands smacking against the backs of her thighs, Kahler freed his cock and gave it one rough stroke, shoving the head between the taut, dry lips of her pussy.
His call was loud, aggressive, perfunctory. As soon as reddened flesh grew slick enough not to be damaged, he was inside of her. There was no finesse to his assault. Kahler buried his cock to the hilt in one hard thrust, just as Quinn managed a strangled inhale only to let it loose in a ragged wail.
Hunched over Quinn’s back, hips pistoning, Kahler roared his fury. Quinn imagined that she felt the whole house shake as she was forced back and forth across shining wood that grew tacky with sweat and tears alike. Face kept smashed against the floor, her shrieks and whines scattered off into the motes of sunlight that angled their way into the hall.
And then it all changed.
Kahler wrenched her back into his thrust, pushing her legs wider, bowing her back as his grip on her shoulder tightened. The sudden change of angle and depth were perfect. The thick crown of his cock dragged across sensitive flesh, grinding against that spot that made Quinn’s mouth open on a low, thick groan.
Each lunge forward pounded against her cervix, the dull ache a bliss in and of itself. Unwanted pleasure snaked its way through her veins, lighting a fire in its wake to burn through trembling muscle. There was no need for his growls and snarls any longer, her pussy dripping to cover both their thighs in a wet sheen. The sounds only drove her excitement higher, had her pushing back into his violence to take even more.
Made her hate herself a little more.
“Why,” Kahler shouted at her, his potent sweat dripping onto her back and making her skin prickle with goosebumps. “Why can you not act with an ounce of respect? I am your Alpha!”
The sharp slap of his hand against her upturned ass added to the fray. An explosion of sensation that sparked across her flesh before it settled into a raw, red hum. It coiled low in her belly, tightening down to a molten core.
“I give you a good home, a nest in my own fucking bed,” he roared, punctuating his words with more strikes against her ass and thighs. “I feed you, clothe you, give you everything you could want or need. I have been fucking gentle with you! All I ask in return is that you act in the proper way.”
“Why can you not be like Grace!”
Quinn screamed as the last blow landed, but not in pain. Kahler’s hands locked on her hips in a vice-like grip, uncaring of the bruises that already marked her flesh from his use the night before. Fury ripped through her in a wildfire, igniting her wrecked senses into a maelstrom of confusion as her cunt fluttered around him. Anticipation and anger stacked higher in a teetering puzzle of emotions that Quinn couldn’t begin to name.
