Groaning as her wet heat clenched around him when he withdrew, he slammed back home. Made the Omega jump and squeak, her legs straining to open more. His call edging into a warning when she twitched and shuffled her feet. Rocking back against him with a plaintive whine he was all too ready to answer. Enveloping the shelf of her hips, he pinned her to the bed, giving her the brutal thrusts she craved.
Learning the rhythm of his slapping hips, reveling in the wet sounds of their mating, his little Omega cried out for more. Clinging to the rumpled linens, she clenched and shuddered on his pounding length. Shoved against the bed to meet him, driving him against the very deepest parts of her slick heat.
He wouldn’t last much longer and that only added to his outrage. To be brought so quick to the brink when he’d intended her to ache for days from her first coupling pushed him to make her feel it all the more. He roared over her, lifting her to her toes with every vicious thrust. She did not react the way he planned. Her moans growing more insistent, desperate as she squirmed in search of something her glassy gaze couldn’t comprehend.
The unceasing call grew deeper, richer. Something he’d never given voice to as he shoved a hand beneath her bucking hips. Cupping his palm to apply pressure above her mound, his fingers speared into her folds to rub swift circles over her clit. Pulling at the unraveling strands of her pleasure as she screamed into the darkness crackling with tension.
The Omega did not disappoint. Becoming a feral, wild thing beneath him. Baring her teeth with animalistic sounds, groans tangled in diminutive growls as she strained. Violent jerks of her hips making it uncertain if she attempted to retreat or to get more. It mattered not, as she would take all that he would give her. Er’it scraped his teeth against her nape, her surprise palpable though she keened and bowed her head to give him yet more.
She did not bloom as other women did. There were no delicate petals to this fragile female. Exploding into the night upon a savage cry, a dazzling shower of sunbursts and starshine as she bucked and shuddered beneath him. Base of his cock swelling in the fluttering grip of her molten heat, bathed in the rush of her scent and pleasure, Er’it made vicious, primal sounds. Ripping away his shirt and flinging the torn mess away so he could cover her back, the sheen of sweat upon their skin smearing between them, he powered through the strangling vice of her need. Dragging out her high-pitched screams until they twisted through his spine. Fingers delving into the tangled mess of her hair, he craned her neck so he could see the wide blown sky of her gaze, staring into the endless depths as he slammed home a final time. Sinking into her depths as his knot expanded. Shoving it deeper to lock behind her pelvic bone in spite of the painful tightness. The agonizing pleasure of it crackling through his spine as he bellowed with each shuddering spasm of his release.
Black stars dotting his vision, he crushed the little creature. Grinding the knot in vicious, shallow thrusts that pained them both. Wrenching at the sheer ecstasy that ripped through him until they both lay gasping and spent.
Listless and humming, Aida moaned when Er’it forced his arms to bear some of his weight. A grumble of dismay making her twitch and moan before she wailed. His arm under her belly hauling her against him as he pulled them both onto the bed, jostling the knot in the wringing clench of abused muscle. Er’it’s gruff sounds of comfort came unbidden as he settled over her. Pushing her deep into the soft mattress to still her plaintive twitching. Fingers in her hair, scrubbing at the base of her neck, he set his lips to her shoulder.
His purr was a bare whisper of sound, but her reaction was immediate and complete. Every limb going lax, she hiccupped and began her humming once more.
Despite this strange sense of completion, languid down to his very bones, it meant little. The perverse need to take her dissipated into nothingness as the last trickling surges of come filled her. Amusement, gnarled and jagged, twined through him as his thoughts turned in a direction other than the simple need to get his cock wet. For that was all this had been, the rarity of an Omega making it stronger than he’d felt before, but no different.
Now he could concentrate, move on to the grander plans he had for the little Omega. Thanks to the Hat’or that they involved much more of this, even if he no longer craved her like a starving man does food.
Omegas had no power, and he’d proven it. Taken her with ease, debasing the mythical creature with little more than a well-placed growl. She would serve her purpose and scream on his cock while doing so.
Mind at ease, he settled down to rest. Waiting for the knot to diminish so he could do it again. The archaic books seemed to think frequent and thorough coupling would get her where Er’it needed her to be. Several also mentioned making the Omega imbibe the potent fluid of his pleasure to bring this phase he needed sooner.
Oh, how he would enjoy showing her how to take him down that delectable throat.
Chapter 6
Aida
She was sobbingbefore her eyes even opened to the roiling pitch of her room. Thick rivers pouring down chilled skin while she clawed at the ruined linens. Pain did not begin to describe the sensations shattering her lower body, agony a paltry word for the feel of flesh at the brink of ripping into tattered strands.
“Be still,” the male said through a menacing growl at her ear. Somehow putting even more weight upon her, crushing her into the bed.
“Hurts,” Aida whined through the straining gasps, lungs collapsing under his bulk.
“Be still and it won’t.”
Lies. No matter how quiet she tried to remain, even the little air he allowed her caused her body to move. The faintest sip of breath and virulent agony exploded through her hips in ragged waves, crashing through her until she wailed and struggled to get away again.
The male didn’t care that he was ripping her in two. Even less that she felt faint and sick. A brand at her back, he caught her wrists and crushed them. Cruel as he shifted atop her, moving that horrible fullness around until she screamed while he swung his legs to pin her further.
“Get used to it,princess,” the man rasped against her temple. “This is your purpose now.”
Abrasive words scraping down her back, Aida trembled. White hot and fleeting, memories of the moments where he’d given her everything except pain seared the backs of her eyes. Screams still echoing around the crushed enclosure where the shattered remains of her heart tried to knit themselves back together. Aida could feel his anger, the mire of his hatred, coating at her skin. Cold and wet, slimy where it sucked at the wisp of brilliant sunshine that faded closer to darkness with every ragged breath. It denounced the roiling waves of heat his body pushed into hers, leaving her cold and adrift in a sea of fear and horror.
He’d forced such sounds from her. Such hideous things he’d given her, that she begged for with more animal like cries. If he was a monster, a veritable beast, then she was little better for answering that vicious call. The one that had sparked through her bones, lighting her on fire from within. Simmering under her skin until she thought she would burst from the intensity of the glow. How the fire had teased her, promising such things on cruel lips that seared her mind into numbed desire.
Yet as she plucked apart those brief moments where she reveled in him, the seconds like hours where she’d felt whole and alight with the burn of a thousand summer suns, something changed. Taut muscle relaxed, easing their burden. A rush of warmth through her hips mellowing the agony to the breathtaking crimson-golds of sunset, away from the churning thick black sludge. Bringing a stuttering sigh to her lips, matched by the grating resonance of the man.
A groan. One he pressed against the side of her neck as he shifted again. Rocking that excessive girth within her. Pushing it against some part that made her squeak and arch. It felt strange, unbelievable pressure that shot straight to the spot he’d attacked with his fingers. It pulsed and raged, growing vicious and charged. Building with a violent surge as she tipped her hips. Easing the thick slide of him, angling it for the greatest result.
Pain crumbled, whipped away on a fiery wind that twined around her very bones, she made another small sound. One of pleasure. Needy, desperate as another soon followed. Stretching her spine in an attempt to dislodge the blistering mass of him. Not to get away, but to spread her legs wider, those dreamy memories punctuated by the slap of skin assuring her it would feel all the better if he would just go a little deeper.
He was there. Leveraged on his arms now, much of his weight centered on the backs of her thighs as he jerked in tiny thrusts. Pushing that fullness ever deeper until he pressed against something. Something that made an inhuman sound grind from her throat. Dancing over her lips to glide into the darkness that came alight with shimmering trails of reds and gold, chill blues and green. The unknown yawned wide before her, dragging her in.
She didn’t fight it. Diving headfirst into the glittering heat, nails raking over the back of the male’s neck as she pulled him tighter where he hunched over her back. Glorying in the rough, husky sounds he made. Teeth snapping out swirling curses, tongue trailing vehement obscenities against her skin. A delicious cacophony underscored by her low moans and whines.
