"So, I was right," I said as she moaned against me, her head falling against my shoulder as she tilted against my palm, begging me to move lower.
I was happy to oblige, but I was more happy to draw it out and drive her wild.
"Do you want me to touch you?" I asked, removing my hand from her mouth. "Tell me what you want."
"I want..." she stuttered, her fear clear. "I want to know what a Synian feels like."
I chuckled, the sound dark as I moved my hand a fraction of an inch lower. She pressed herself up with a whimper, fully begging now. I didn't even have to glamor her. I could tell why she was really there with just one glance on the CCTV. She may not scream below me as I hoped, but at least she would give me release.
"You want to know what a Synian what feels like? Bite?" I asked, and she moaned as I moved my hand a bit lower. "Touch." Lower still, her moan deepening. "Cock." That time she nearly slammed her pussy into my hand.
"Yes."
"Gladly." I cupped her between her thighs, clenching my hand as I bit down, the sour taste of her blood filling my mouth.
I almost gagged. I had never tasted blood so foul, it was like acid against my tongue. I pulled away quickly, letting the poison of my bite do its thing as I turned her away from me, stripping her pants and folding her over. I pressed her against the wall, her body folded over and sandwiched against the cold tile. She was trapped and ready for me.
She was perfectly shaved, unexpected for a fae worshipper. Her pussy lips were swollen, wet, and begging. I slipped my finger between her folds, my hand on her hips as I plastered her folded body against the wall, her cunt ready for me to slide in.
To take her.
Fuck her.
But I didn't want to. Something about this was wrong, it was as sour as her blood.
My body only wanted her.
"No!" I roared, the girl flinching at the sound. This could not be happening. I wouldn't let it.
I slammed my cock into her with a force that sent her screaming, her back slamming against the wall as I forced my way inside of her. I felt the pop of her cherry, the tight wrap of an untouched pussy sheathing me. I always loved an untouched cunt. I reveled in the tightness. In the screams.
She was gripping me, the panic of her screams milking me as she clenched.
But I felt nothing. No pleasure. No joy.
"Fuck!" I shouted as she howled below me. She tried to stand, but I forced her back down, impaling her again and again, desperate for release. Desperate for that fulfillment that was ripped from me when Garret pulled my Omega from me.
But this girl was not my Omega and I was not going to find that here. Not with this cunt.
Never again.
I slammed into her once again, my body not able to find release. Throwing her to the ground, my cock slid from her, her pussy juice coating my robe like the acid it was.
"You're useless," I yelled before striding away, leaving her in a sopping heap in the hall, my bite driving her crazy, making her scream for a fulfillment that she would never find.
For the first time I understood those moans.