Page 42 of Dark Company

I don’t want to forget a single detail of this time together. Her soft moans and keening whimpers burrow into my skull, replacing all forms of rational thought. There’s no more right or wrong—just Karis and her inner walls milking my shaft until I’m near bursting. Perhaps once she’s done with the heat and not nearly as insistent, I can practice taking my time with her, but it seems she likes things hard and fast. Which is good. In my current state, I don’t think I can do much else.

Keeping things at this momentum is agonizing. It’s an ache that settles in my balls as they demand to be depleted; it’s the slice of pain in my arms as I hold my mate aloft; it’s the throbbing pain in my jaw as my teeth grit hard enough to crack. But it’s worth it. Just hearing those soft sighs and moans makes everything worth it.

Karis’s eyes are still pitch black as they roll back in her head as her hips swivel in an age-old rhythm that needs no teacher, only instinct. Letting her rest fully against me, I grip her hips, digging my fingers into her soft pliant skin as I keep her immobile so I can slide in and out of her without impediment.

Her nails score my chest as I force my affections onto her, the pain only adding to the heady mixture in my brain. It’s a volatile cocktail. Her body tightens around me as her release is imminent, but I’m not through with her yet. I’ll never be through with her.

Pulling out, I switch our positions, forcing her underneath me. Instead of diving back in, I crawl up her body until my knees straddle her head, planted in the soft folds of her nest that seem to be made for this. Reaching between my thighs, I slide my fingers into her soft hair and grip, pulling her head up until the tip of my cock hits her full lips.

“Open, omega,” I growl, my fingers tightening even further, just in case she chooses to disobey.

But she doesn’t. In a show of submission, she parts her lips and slides out that pink little tongue of hers and laps at my slit, taking in a mixture of my precum and her slick. Her groans are pure decadence as she wraps her lips around the tip and sucks, determined to draw more of my essence into her mouth. I allow her this moment, but soon, the need to be back in control slithers through my limbs, forcing me to act.

Once her lips release, I surge in, filling her mouth with my cock until her throat convulses around my tip. Roaring my pleasure, I pull out and slide back in, ignoring the soft gagging moans that escape around my girth. She was made for this, made for me. She will take everything I give her and then some.

Sliding my hand back around to cup her head, I guide her further down until her nose grazes my knot. Stars explode from around my eyelids as she sucks me, the cute noises of distress spurring me forward. I can’t force my knot past her teeth; that would only harm her. But I will have her pleasure me until I cum down her pretty little throat, filling her belly with my seed.

“Massage my knot, little omega. Show me how you make me feel good. Let me cum down your throat, and I’ll send you back to heaven. I promise.”

Her hands fly up to my knot and grip the expanding flesh, forcing groans out of me as she squeezes and twists. It’s not nearly as good as being balls deep inside her pussy, but it’s a close second. I’m sure I’ll change my mind when I take that ass of hers. The thought alone is enough to send me over the edge. I hold her face firm against me as hot jets of cum splash against the back of her throat and pour down into her stomach.

By the time her heat is done, she’ll have more cum in her than anything else, and that’s just how I want it. Pulling back, I keep my word, easing back down between her thighs. My knot is still hard as I force myself into her tight opening, but I know I need to get it further in so it will rub against the spot that drives her wild.

Her eyes are wide as pain and delicious agony seem to wash over her body. I know this isn’t the most comfortable, but I need to be inside her more than I need the air that’s in my lungs. And she needs it too. I can feel it in my soul, clawing at me, begging me, demanding that I see to her satisfaction.

I feel everything as if she’s inside my body. I can feel the pain, the pleasure, the slight bite of fear as I press forward, forcing her channel to accommodate me. Though the unease in her mind is growing, it’s still far outweighed by the pleasure of being opened up under my onslaught. And so I continue to press forward, barely stopping as the delicate skin stretches until it almost rips.

Karis howls as her world starts to collapse. No longer can I feel any pain or fear on her end of the bond. Instead, its white-hot need, an instinctual desire to have my cum bathe the insides of her womb. She wants a child. She wants a baby so badly that it’s the one thought that peaks through. An Alpha like me or an omega like her.

Fuck.

I never even considered having a child. I didn’t think it would ever be possible, but now, now that she’s planted that idea in my mind, I can’t think of anything else. Maybe not this heat or even the next, but some day, my seed will take hold and life will grow inside her. Perhaps even today, unlikely as it is.

With that thought hovering in my mind, I push past the final piece of resistance, feeling her tear slightly beneath me as I seat myself deep inside her, letting my knot massage that pleasurable gland that will hopefully drive out any of the pain that she’s experiencing.

I feel it as if it’s happening to me, that searing slice of agony as I rip through her, but it only lasts a moment. Just one brief scream that leaves her lips before her hips are once more rocking against mine, desperate for my seed, desperate to have that heat invade her core once more.

And I am helpless to say no.

Chapter 11

Karis

Pain and pleasure coalesce into a living, breathing thing as it washes over my body. Though I’m aware enough to feel the sensations, I’m still not sure of the whys or hows. I search through my memories, but nothing wants to come to the surface. It’s as if everything is stuck in glue, and only the most diligent prying will let them come loose. But I’m not strong enough to pry.

Weakness pervades my limbs, making them heavy, wooden. I’m unable to move as heat engulfs my body. Not hot enough to scald me, but hot enough for me to squirm under the onslaught. And heavy. Whatever’s causing this glorious agony is heavy. Try as I might, I can’t move it away.

It’s like a suffocating blanket that you curl up in when it’s cold, only the heat is still far too much. I long to cry out, to beg for it to stop, at least long enough that my brain can understand what’s happening, but my lips are parched and unwilling to move. And that’s when I feel it. Soft fingers brush the insides of my mind, trailing along my brain as if to embed themselves in my psyche.

I long to follow them back, to see if they’re real or just a dream, like all my fractured visions, but there’s a wall there. I can’t push past it to see who or what’s invading my body as if they own it. Soft growls wash over my skin, peppering the whole of my being with goosebumps.

Then, once more, it’s there again. That blinding shaft of pleasure that makes me want to forget the fruitless searching and live in the moment. All of it concentrated on that one area that brings me pleasure, that small bundle of nerves that had me leaping out of my skin when I touched it.

And that’s when the memories flood my mind, overloading my synapses with data I’m not even sure I want. The statue, the gown, the delicate flowers, picking a male from the crowd with no intention of even enjoying myself with him. Is that who’s pinning me down and giving me the best pleasure of my life?

I long to crane my neck forward, to see what he’s doing to me, but the pain in my shoulder makes it almost unbearable. The slightest movement in the wrong way sends splinters of agony that drive themselves into my brain, embedding my nerves with live fire.

What’s happened to me? What did this male do? I offered myself up willingly. Did I not? Then why am I unable to move? More memories pour in. No. It wasn’t a beta male at all. It was the Alpha that gleamed in the sun, as if the gods themselves approved of our match.