Once back in rooms she had not seen in weeks, the door was barred, shutting all pursuing Alphas away. There would be no changing of her mind. This he explained in a rip of her clothing. This he described by forcing her to her knees so he might feed her the fat head of his cock.
Liquid bliss splashed her tongue. Morgaine desperately sucked his dripping organ for more. The male’s intentions were sealed with a roar.
There would be no refusal, he’d snarled. He’d waited long enough, been patient, and all his frustration he would take out on her flesh.
Yes, he would hurt her.
The proclamation brought a rush of slick to pour down her thighs.
His kor’yr he threw into the unmade nest, tearing his coverings away. Falling atop her splayed body, brutal thighs forced her to part for him. Hissing at the sting, Morgaine’s struggles were silenced with a single growl, one that left her cunt offering a river of slick.
He would feed on it later, he swore, after she had been made to endure the strength of the mate she had denied for so long. Without so much as a sweet kiss or a pet across her breasts, Simin glossed his cock in her copious slick and penetrated deep with a single, violent thrust.
Bodies collided, subdued estrous-high Omega keening out a cry for mercy
Pumping with a fervor that pushed her body across the tangled nest, Simin withdrew, yanked her bodily back, and abused her cunt exactly how an Alpha should.
Without Etaine, words were gibberish. If she told him to stop, he’d never know. If she demanded more, there was no way to ask.
This was trust.
He couldn’t be rough enough that first mating. His cock couldn’t stretch the sting away no matter how hard he brutalized her. Even huge and bursting with semen, it was not enough.
So she dug in her nails and screamed.
There was no release until the knob of flesh began to expand where she ached. He grew inside her, cock kicking out ropes of boiling lava that seared her beautifully and churned behind the growing plug of flesh.
Toes curled when that pulsating mass hit a tender spot that bent screams into a song. Sobbing, she dug her heels into his thighs and tried to angle away from so much feeling. But Simin would not allow such a thing.
He pinned her under his full weight and rocked his hips until the shards of glass in her veins blasted outward. Explosive pain became perfect pleasure.
As it burned away a portion of her madness, as the male knotting her continued to spill, Morgaine lost the fight.
Subdued, she blinked up as if finally realizing where she was. The sweaty face of the male still rocking his knot-locked hips hovered over her, Simin’s lips in a snarl.
He was lost to his rut, blind to anything but his need to breed and subdue. Against the round of her bottom she felt his sack draw up right before another spurt of silken semen flooded her belly and soothed her ache.
It was almost too much. Before she spiraled back into a mindless animal, Morgaine put her hand to his cheek and began to speak.
***
Ignoring all alien gibberish falling from her lips, Simin ravaged. A lesser Alpha might not have had the experience to know that one could still fuck with a knot in place. There was no need to be still and wait, to allow nature to dictate how much he might spurt and when.
The first knot was mighty, but his aching cock was still hard and eager to fill the slip of her walls even as she held his cock in a vise. When she refused to quiet, he took her by the hair, pinned her knee to her ear, and bent the female so her pelvis was angled perfectly for his needs.
“You asked to come here. You submitted!”
Forcing his girth as deep as flesh and bone would allow, he swallowed her gasp and mashed his pelvis against her clit.
Another glorious release gathered in the base of his spine, drawing his sack up tight just as a fresh wave of come exploded
inside his feral Omega.
Beneath him was perfection: a blissed-out, estrous-high Omega whose cunt milked his knot of every last drop her greedy pussy might take.
Delicate hands stroked his cheek, the light trill of a female purr humming between sounds that were almost familiar. Let her talk her words, there was nothing she could say at this point to change things.
“I trust you.”