Primal (Alpha Brotherhood 2)

even in the face of an alpha that was more than ready to subdue me.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” I threatened.

“The more you fight me, the harder this is going to be for you,” he said.

“Fuck you,” I spat.

He didn’t say anything at all. He just stared me down and finished cutting through my shirt with his blade. Meticulously, he gripped the fabric and sliced it into strips, baring my upper torso in the process. Deftly, he made quick work of the thick fabric of my pants until I was stripped down to my bra and panties in front of him.

I did my best to show as little emotion as possible, but my nipples were beginning to harden underneath the thin cloth of my bra and my panties were impossibly wet. Strung up before him like this, I had never felt more beautiful and vulnerable in my life. Even though he had plans for me, the way his eyes swept across the expanse of my flesh made me feel sexy and wanted despite all the scars that marred my skin. He didn’t look upon them with sadness or anger; instead he marveled at each one like they were a token of my strength rather than a brand of my captivity.

The knife slipped in between my breasts. Carefully, he flicked it back toward him and cut straight through the connector of my bra as if it was a sheet of paper. My breasts bounced free, heavy and full of desire, but he left them untouched. With deliberate intentions, he decimated the bra straps and pulled the destroyed undergarment free from my body, leaving my upper half entirely bare to his view. I shivered and my nipples hardened visibly. His gaze dropped to look at them and returned to mine. He didn’t say anything at all, but I knew that he had seen the evidence of my body’s betrayal, and I bit my lower lip, trying to rein in the raging blush that was surely turning my face scarlet even in the moonlight.

My heart pounded noisily in my chest and I prayed that he couldn’t hear that each beat was growing faster and louder than the last.

He reached for me and his fingers edged along the hem of my panties. I tried to stay still, but I was mortified to realize that my hips were arching toward him. I had hoped he hadn’t noticed, but when I saw a smirk turn up the corner of his lips, I knew that he had, and my pussy tightened helplessly with arousal.

I told myself it was just my omega nature. Nothing more. It couldn’t be.

He wound an arm around my waist and grasped the fabric at the seat of my panties on both sides. Slowly, he began dragging it back and forth and I whimpered quietly at the burst of arousal that flared inside me as the soft cloth rubbed at my sensitive flesh.

My clit throbbed with need and my nipples hardened into even tighter little peaks. My pussy was still entirely covered, but as he slipped the soaked fabric back and forth against my tender folds, I soon feared that I’d come undone before he even laid a finger on me.

I flushed with heat as my hips unconsciously followed his movements.

My entire body pulsed and my core twisted hard.

He worked the fabric between my thighs until I edged at the cusp of release before he let go and pulled my panties back into place. I hummed with relief and a very reluctant displeasure at the terrible tease, the painful ebbing of orgasm just fading away as I swayed before him.

After that, he gripped my underwear with his fingers and slowly dragged them down my hips, stopping once he reached the middle of my thighs.

“Spread your legs. If your panties fall to the ground, I’m going to punish that pretty little pussy next,” he warned.

I saw no other choice but to meekly obey. There was no way I could escape the rope bindings that held me secure and vulnerable before him. I would have to endure whatever Vikar had in mind until he was finished with me; I only hoped that I could keep my desire in check until it was over. I just hoped that by the end of it, I wouldn’t be begging to come all over his cock.

The heat pulsing through me was terribly insistent and no matter what I did, I couldn’t push it away. With every passing second, it seemed to grow stronger and more intense. I could feel the cool air caressing my naked folds and there was no doubt in my mind that I was soaking wet. I could even feel it beginning to drip down onto my thighs. With my legs spread open holding my panties up around my thighs, I knew he’d probably be able to see it too.

With aroused anxiety, I lifted my eyes to look at him and he was staring right at the juncture of my thighs. I blushed furiously with shame as I stood there, bare and on display for him.

He purred again and I nearly doubled over with need, the rope tightening on my wrists. My desire cut deep inside just as his blade had torn my clothes, painful and consuming and undeniably arousing.

“It gives me much pleasure to watch your slick drip down your legs when I purr for you, my pretty little omega,” he murmured thoughtfully, and I felt myself flush even more deeply.

I was so hot.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm the furious storm of need inside me, but I was quickly realizing that it was far too late for that. Vikar moved closer to me and his scent assaulted my senses, bathing me in the addictive aroma of an alpha moving in to claim his omega. My pussy tightened and I whimpered softly, terrified at the implications of what was happening to me just by simply being in his presence. I’d never felt like this before and I didn’t know what to do.

He circled around me, pausing to gaze up and down my body as if he was on the hunt. I said nothing, knowing that no words could stop whatever was about to happen.

Perhaps if I gave in and let him take what he wanted, I would enjoy myself. Maybe it would end faster because of it.

I tried to stay strong. I tried to fight off what was quickly starting to feel inevitable.

His fingers slid along my skin as he touched me. He didn’t touch my breasts or between my legs or even the flesh of my bottom. Instead, he touched the surface of my back and my legs and my belly, stopping once he rounded my shoulders and dragged his roughened fingertips against my collarbone. I shivered as he explored me, and I was horrified at myself when I found myself frightened that he might not like what he saw. I wasn’t perfect like so many other omegas. I was covered in my scars.

“So very beautiful, Luna. I could admire your beauty for hours,” he whispered, and I shook my insecurity away. It didn’t matter what he thought of me. This was only temporary. Ravenrath was so close and when this was all over, I’d make it safely behind those walls.

“It’s too bad I have to punish you, but you were naughty, weren’t you, my little omega?” he pressed.