Page 48 of Born to be Broken

There was such pleasure in his voice, Shepherd gently rocking his hips to fill her cunt in slow measure. “No, little one.”

It went on for hours, until she was shuddering and cooing small sounds of pleasure. This was how it had been in those first weeks, but the underlying distress was different. She was no longer afraid of what he could do to her; she was far more afraid of her mutilated sense of self and what she very much wanted from him.

A warm hand stroked from hip to breast, over and over, leaving a trail of soft tingles and ending with a little squeeze of her tight nipple until she whimpered for more and spread wider in invitation.

“Open your eyes.”

How many times had he already commanded her to do so? Why did he have to make her look? Complying, her green eyes met beautiful silver. She saw her palm cradle his cheek, she saw him kiss the tip of her thumb.

A catch of breath and a long shuddering sigh came from the Omega. “I can’t… I need…”

The purr built from deep within Shepherd’s chest, the Alpha observing each minute reaction of pleasure on her face. “Soften, little one. Let it happen this way. There is no more need to fight what we are.”

He wove his fingers into hers, his sweat-slicked muscles moving over her entire body. Each time he had her stuffed full, he’d grind his groin in a tight circle to tease at her clit, drawing sounds from the Omega that made his balls tighten.

Shepherd’s name came to her lips when she felt that first fluttering of the hour’s long building climax, a name she never wanted to call out in passion again.

There was not even a hint of a veiling fog in her mind when she felt tears leak from her eyes and her cunt squeezed like a fist around his swelling knot. Claire orgasmed completely, powerfully aware of Shepherd, her insides vigorously milking his cock, drawing out every last drop of his come as the man groaned in his own ecstasy.

Boneless, vibrating from the humming thread, Claire didn’t know what to do. The feeling of his cheek slipped past her palm, the Omega wilting against the mattress.

“That was perfect.” He kissed her slack lips, nuzzled her cheek. “You, Claire, are superior to any sky.”

Her contentment shattered. With a growl guttural and vicious, Claire threatened the man still deeply knotted. “Do not ever call me that name!”

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The knot was fresh, the male’s cock still filling her with a steady trickle of semen, his fingers still warmly enfolded with hers. Yet whatever tenderness the Omega had displayed as he led her down the path to orgasm had evaporated. Her small body was stiff, Claire’s hips moving just enough to communicate her desire to reject his knot, even if trapped by it.

If Shepherd was angry, he hid it well. Looking at her with deceptive calm he spoke her name again. “Claire.”

Her building rage blended with disgust, yet she mirrored his move on the board. In a tone so calm it was chilling, she explained, “Every time I hear you speak that name, I feel your Alpha beloved’s hand crushing my throat. I feel her fingers scratching my insides. I see you, a monster who has the audacity to call himself my mate, stand by and watch. I hear you order me into the bathroom saying Claire… a name you refused to acknowledge up until that enlightening moment.”

Shepherd had to make use of this opportunity; he had to reason with her. “I did not witness her touching you sexually and only learned of it later. It will never happen again.”

Incredulous, Claire’s eyes went wide at his nerve. “And that makes it okay?”

The man tried again. “I am aware you harbor great anger towards me, hatred even, for what was done.”

“I do hate you. I hate her. But most of all I hate myself.”

Rocking his hips, pressing the knot deeper, he insisted, “Tell me the reason you hate yourself.”

She held his eyes, hers violently raging. “We both know why.”

But it needed to be said aloud. “Claire, your self-hatred stems from the fact that you recognized you had affection for me before circumstances caused you pain.”

“Circumstances?” Claire laughed meanly, not at all impressed. “She has a name. It’s Svana. What you did to me has a name. It’s called betrayal.”

Odd remorse burning in his consternation, Shepherd pressed his forehead to hers. “You have my fidelity now. I gave you my word. We could be content in one another if you would forget, and try again.”

Claire saturated her reply with every ounce of disgust she could muster. “You are a very smart man with the skill to inspire others to follow you into evil, Shepherd, but your understanding of people is so primordial. You claim to love me, so answer this: had I fucked Corday while you were watching me in the warehouse, would it be something you would ever forget?”

The man’s entire body went rigid. “No.”

“So you see, it is impossible.”

His eyes were full of a hundred things. “You will forgive me.”