Page 54 of Wrath of a King


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“I should stop,” I rasped, jogging my hips a little faster. “Because this doesn’t make you feel good, does it?”

In response, Olly’s teeth dug into her bottom lip—hard enough to leave indents. Her eyes squeezed shut, furrows forming along her brow as she spilled more pearly fluid onto her belly.

“You’re making a mess, Olly,” I tutted, using my free hand to spread her juices over our joined cocks. With additional lubrication, the slide got easier, and my hips moved quicker. “Slicker than any omega I’ve ever f—”

“I’m not an omega!” Her eyes sparked as she gazed up at me, anger rolling in her scent. “I detest that youalwaystreat me like one.”

I canted my hips faster, relishing the strangled noise that burst from Olly’s lips.

“Does it make you feel better for desiring an Alpha?” she questioned, her voice strained with effort. “If the Alpha you desired had the traits of an omega?”

Don’t let her get into your head.

My thrusts grew more determined, the tower resounding with the sound of our slick cocks sliding together. Yet her question lodged in my mind like an unshakeable burr.

I released us both and pulled away, sitting back on my heels. A hard whine crackled in the air between us as Olly jerked her hips upwards in search of anything to replace the lost contact.

After moments of desperate frenzy, there was nothing but stillness.

“I know you’re not an omega,” I quipped, gazing down into her apprehensive eyes. Anger and fear warred within them in equal measure. “I would never treat an omega like this.”

I watched the moment anger won, lighting Olly’s blue gaze as though a bonfire had sparked to life within. With a cry, she pushed herself off the stone ground and launched at me, tipping us both over. Her forearm pressed against my throat, restricting the flow of air… Hard, but not stiff enough to cause any significant harm.

Even twisted with rage and fear, her face was too ethereally beautiful poised above me. Red curls had come undone from their braids, hanging loosely about her shoulders as she pressed her weight against my throat. It was a struggle to breathe, but not impossible. And with every breath I had, I raked my gaze over her familiar features, watching the freckles dance with each twitch of her nose.

Unbidden, my fingers stole into the open waistband of her trousers, dipping into the crease.

She jerked in surprise, lifting her weight momentarily to glance at my seeking fingers.

“You’re dripping wet,” I rasped, my throat only slightly sore from her attack. The crotch of her trousers was completely ruined by her slick.

“Stop touching me,” she protested, even as her hips canted forward into my touch.

“Are you sure?” I asked, deliberately brushing over the length of her cock to dip a finger underneath into the overflowing well of her pussy.

She stilled, breathing hard as she gazed down at me.

I swirled a finger into the weeping crevice, watching her breaths quiver and shake as I explored the sensitive area.

Cautioning myself to move in small, tepid strokes, I was stunned into silence when she reared backwards, swallowing my finger whole into the depths of her pussy.

Above me, she threw her head back, red curls caressing her cheek as she savored the stretch of my finger. Her back arched in a mesmerizing curve, stealing my breath in a fraction of a second.

The need to possess, toclaim,fired my blood, and I tipped her back onto the ground, covering her body with mine. My teeth latched onto her neck, holding her in place as I tugged her trousers lower, making room for me between her thighs.

Desperation overtook my limbs—the burning desire to beinside.The voice of logic that insisted this was no more than an interrogation had slowly faded into nothingness, leaving behind only a violent desire that shook me to my core.

“B-big,” Olly panted as I pushed forward. Her hands landed on my leather-covered rear, whether to stop me or spur me on, I couldn’t fathom. “That’s too big, Zoei.”

I ran a soothing hand over her slick cock, trying to distract her from my determined push into her body. The grip of her pussy was exquisite, sucking me in even as I was determined to hold onto a modicum of patience.

“You can take me,” I coaxed, feeling her heartbeat pound along her shaft. “Youwilltake me, Olly.”

Slow down, I cautioned my Alpha.Let her get used to you.

But the warning fell on deaf ears.

This was not lovemaking, after all. It was sex in its worst form—rutting, fucking, a true punishment for a heinous crime.

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