Page 49 of Dark Revolution

Glancing down, I watch, mesmerized as his pants begin to tent, giving me visual proof of his arousal. Feeling oddly bold under his watchful gaze, I slide my hand further, filling myself as he did. One finger is not nearly enough. Neither is two. My pained whimpers are faint to my ears as I shove three then four fingers in, searching for that high that he gave me last night.

His feral growls brush over my skin as I thrust as hard and deep as I can, only managing to fan the flames instead of extinguishing them. Closing my eyes, I continue to fuck myself, conjuring up memories of him spanking me, choking me, things I shouldn’t be fantasizing about but can no longer resist.

I don’t think he can see the visuals as they flood my mind, but the bond will hopefully convey what I need. His growls turn darker, vicious, not in a way that indicates he means me harm, but in a more carnal way. They promise sexual retribution, the type that I won’t be able to just walk away from afterward. His growls promise nights of lying limp in my nest, allowing him to care for me as I gather the will to move afterward.

“I think you owe me a punishment, my Lord Alpha.” With a roar, he slides me off of the toilet and lays me on the cold tile. Goosebumps explode over my skin as his heat collides with the frigid cold at my back. “Please don’t ever punish me by withholding your body,” I whimper, struggling to undo his pants with one hand. “I don’t think I could survive. I need you like I need air.”

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I finally know where I belong. It was never about being an omega or a beta; it was about finding my mate - my true mate. Just the thought of never seeing him, touching him, scenting him again nearly sends me into a frenzy.

“Hush now, little omega. Settle for me, Annora.” My name on his lips is everything to me. It reassures me that it’s me he sees in his arms, not some dead omega of the past. With gentle motions, he gathers me into his arms and walks me back out into the bedroom. As much as a rut in the bathroom seemed like a good thing at the time, the closer we get to my nest, the more I realize this is the better choice.

He sets me down and steps back, his eyes nearly black. “You have three minutes to get this nest ready for us. That’s all the time I’m giving you. At that point, you will beg me to enter so that I may defile it with my seed.”

More liquid gathers lower, and I swallow back the lust swamping me. Without another word, I dive into the fabrics, small whimpers escaping my throat as again, the scent is all wrong. These are new, clean, not right. I fluff here, tug there, doing my best to get things how I want them with the use of one hand.

“Two minutes, omega.” The sharp sound of his zipper releasing pricks my ears, and another wave of arousal threatens to overwhelm me. My body moves in a time-old rhythm as I plump and place things, moving them around to grant us the most comfort, but they’re still not right.

Looking back to him, I convey the need for his seed through the bond, but he resists. “One minute, omega.”

Distress floods my body, but it’s different, morphed by the growing need to have him fuck me. I know this is all a game he’s playing. I know he’s not actually mad at me. He’s doing his best to ramp up my need, pull the thread of sexual tension tight until I snap, but two can play at that game.

“Time is up, omega. Invite me into your nest.”

I turn and settle into the soft cloud. It’s not perfect. Given more time, it would be even more comfortable, but it holds my marked shoulder still while allowing for all manner of movement elsewhere. “No.”

He pulls back, his brows scrunching down. “You dare deny me? After all the teasing you’ve been doing? Touching things that are not yours to touch?” His pants are unbuttoned and unzipped but still hang low on his hips. The tip of his cock pushes out past the band of his underwear, a drop of his sacred fluid gathering at the tip.

Resisting a taste is torture itself, but if he wants to play sexual games with me, then I have to be strong enough to call his bluff. He should know who he’s dealing with, and it’s not a weakling omega. I lived as a beta long enough that I’m not like any omega he’ll ever meet. I’ll never be like his Annalise, and it's high time he learns the difference.

Not just through the bond, though that will certainly help, but also through my actions. I will give as good as I get. The omegas of old were meek, docile, pliant, but I’m different. The interactions we’ve had so far show me I’ll need a bit of a stronger hand from Jaxxon, and it’s that rough touch that I crave so fiercely.

I don’t want to tell him what I need. It’s so deep and hidden within myself that I can barely think about it without succumbing to shame, but if he inflicts it on me, takes me in hand the way he did when I escaped, then I can’t be faulted for my wanton desires...right?

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Annora.” His whispered threat skitters over my skin and across our bond. He sends out a jolt of energy, letting me get a glimpse of the monster that lurks beneath his training and love for me.

It should frighten me, cajole me into being a good little omega; at least, I’m sure that’s his intended goal. Instead, it sends shudders of arousal fluttering through me until I feel that I can reach my pinnacle from his words and growls alone.

“Oh, my little omega,” he purrs, sliding his belt from the loops. With each thwack of it clearing another loop, my core spasms until I’m nearly mad with need. “I hear your body, baby. I know what you need. Trust me, Annora, this will hurt, but I’ll make sure I kiss it and make it better afterward.”

His words go straight to that place where he brings me pleasure, and I arch up, silently inviting him to devour me. “Invite me, omega.” I shake my head, a sly grin crossing my lips as we both know the game now. I will continue to give a token resistance, waiting until he reaches his breaking point.

Our arousal taints the air, filling the bedroom with our combined scent. My head swims as I pull him deep into my lungs. “Omega. I grow tired of asking you. Invite me in or face the consequences.” Arousal vibrates our bond with every step he takes. More sacred fluid drips from his cock as he grips the belt, folding it over in his hands and smacking it against his palm.

Shivers run through my body as he sets it down next to me before turning me face down, rearranging some of the fluff to accommodate my arm and to stick out my ass. How dare that brute touch my nest. Inflicting sexual pain on me is one thing, but the actual audacity of him touching my scared nest is not to be borne.

Turning my head, I pin him with a glare, growling as he touches yet another part. He’s supposed to enjoy the fruits of my labor, not add to, or take away from it. A small smirk teases his lips, and I growl again. He needs to know just how serious I take it. Our bond jangles in a discordant hum as our wills clash together.

He inches forward, his own growl a lethal weapon against me. He grabs the belt again and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pinning me to the messed-up nest. “Annora, I do not wish to turn this into an actual punishment. You will not growl at your Alpha. Ever. I will tolerate a lot from you, but that is not one of them.”

“Then don’t put your heathen paws all over my sacred nest,” I hiss back, squirming under the force of his hand.

“Our nest, omega. I have every right to this space that you do. Now settle before I take you on the bed; your nest be damned.” He punctuates his words with another growl of his own, this one louder and more terrifying than his others. Slinking down, I go limp, choosing to submit this time rather than fight.

The nest smells gods awful, and it won’t improve until it’s saturated with his seed. I’d rather have it this way than him just spraying it down again. “That’s a good girl. My sweet, little Annora.”

His words send a frisson of irritation through me. Sweet and good are not words I want right now. Good, sweet little omegas don’t get their dark desires met. I dig my free hand into the nest, needing leverage to tell Jaxxon off when a slight whistle meets my ears. Seconds later, white-hot pain explodes over my ass, stealing my breath from me.

Spots dance before my eyes as my body assimilates the pain. Underneath the blazing sting, his purr permeates through, soothing the worst of it. In moments, the pain morphs until heat fills my core, burning me from the inside out. “You like that, don’t you, Annora. You like the bite of pain delivered at my hand.”