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Rough (Alpha Brotherhood 3)

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My omega.

I snarled at myself for thinking of such things. Without jostling her too much, I laid her down on the bed and tucked her in. For a long moment, I stared at the sleeping omega. She looked like an angel. Her blonde hair was so light and pale against the white of the sheets. Her thick eyelashes practically brushed the tops of her cheeks, which were tinted pink from what I’d put her through in front of the audience that had come to see my crowning.

I didn’t need to see her heart-shaped bottom to know that it was still bright red from my palm.

She would likely hate me when she woke, but it had been necessary. The Cult had needed to see my gratitude for their gift, but more important, they’d wanted a public showing of my ability to put her in her place. They’d wanted to see me teach her a lesson with my cock, but I’d given them something else to appease them. I’d been harsh and demanding and I hadn’t given in even when she’d pleaded for mercy. I hoped it would be enough. I prayed to the gods that it would be.

I turned away from her. I would keep her here. She would want for nothing, but I would never touch her again.

I left the room and padlocked it shut. She wouldn’t be allowed to leave or roam the castle on her own. She would be my prisoner now. It would be difficult for her, but it was a better fate than death.

I staggered into my bedroom and practically tore my clothes from my body. The fabric was too tight. My skin was too sensitive. My cock still hadn’t softened and was beginning to bridge into a painful ache that made it hard to focus on anything other than the naked woman locked inside my chambers. I strode into the stone-built shower, pulled the chain, and released the heated water from the vat above, allowing it to rain down on me.

I tried to think of anything other than the way her tight little pussy had clutched at my knuckles. The aroma of her slick still hung heavy in my nose. It felt like her body was calling to me from several rooms away.

I was losing control in a way I’d never experienced before, and it was all her fault. She didn’t know what her sweet innocence was doing to me. She didn’t know how much I wanted to be her first in every way.

I slapped my palm against the stone wall. I roared and punched it hard enough to hurt and still it wasn’t enough. My chest heaved with restraint and I smacked my other hand against the marbled rock.

Hesitantly, I splayed one hand across my belly. When I could deny my need no longer, I drew my palm down and took my cock in my fist.

With the hot water racing down my back, I dragged my fingers up and down my cock. Would it be wrong to think of her? Just this once?

To imagine what it would feel like to throw her up against the wall of my shower and thrust every last inch of my cock in her slick-soaked cunt. To feel the way her body would squeeze tight around my thick length at the same time that she struggled to take it. To hear her scream my name again and again with every brutal climax that I forced from her willing body.

My fingers worked up and down my shaft even faster, but I didn’t rush it. No. I’d allow myself to think of the intoxicatingly beautiful woman all I wanted and then I’d never think of her again.

I told myself that over and over even though I knew it was a lie.

I wanted to take her nipples between my fingers and pinch them. I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her bare bottom bright red until she was sore and soaked with her arousal. I wanted to mark her with my belt so that no man other than me would ever touch her again.

I groaned.

My cock was so impossibly hard. I squeezed my fist around it even tighter, stroking up and down the entire length. The heated water rained down my back and the muscles of my back tensed as pleasure rattled deep inside all the way to the pit of my bones.

What would she sound like when she took my knot? Would she cry out with desire? Would she come the moment my seed marked her pretty omega cunt as mine? Would she beg me for more?

I worked my cock with my fist, taking my time and enjoying the enticing fantasy of her naked on her knees, begging for my seed deep in all of her tight little holes.

Of her screaming my name.

Of her bound to my bed.

Of my mark on her neck.

I growled and stroked my cock in a frenzy. Finally, when I couldn’t hold out any longer, my thick cum spurted down into the swirling water and into the drain beneath my feet. I came harder than I thought possible and watched with a warped sense of awe as one spurt after another of my seed washed away, wasted because it wasn’t marking her skin.

I felt sated, but there was a part of me that felt empty and unmistakably hollow.

Until the next time.

I sighed, caving my shoulders forward. For now, this would have to do.

With my most urgent need sated, I could get my head back on

my shoulders, although I couldn’t help but wonder how much longer it would be until I lost control like that again.

I feared it would be with her still in the room.



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