Stolen (Alpha's Claim 4)

He smelled of other females.

But not of Betas.

Dumbstruck, Brenya backed away and tried to analyze the strange feeling in her stomach. When her rigging had failed and she’d plummeted down the side of the Dome, the same feeling had wreaked havoc on her gut. “I don’t understand.”

Jacques took pity on her desperate look, and explained, “Three days ago a transport ship from Greth Dome landed. Ten Omegas have been offered citizenship so long as they are mated to Alphas of my choosing. Today I was introduced to the women. Interviews were conducted so I might get to know them better.”

Real Omegas, here? Real Omegas who knew how to be Omegas, who weren’t… what had Ancil called her? Disfigured?

Hand creeping up to her cheek to hide her worst flaw, Brenya swallowed, completely at a loss. “Am I to be reassigned?” Terminated… was she to be terminated?

“No.” Jacques reached forward to pull her palm from her cheek, leaning down to kiss the long scar that pulled down her lower eyelid and puckered the flesh into an unseemly Y. “You are to be adored, by me. Forever.”

Blinking, breathless for reasons she could not comprehend, she took another step away. “I feel strange.”

The Alpha’s purr took on a tenor close to the roar of an engine, loud and pronounced. When he crooked his fingers and she failed to come to him, he made no hesitation of moving to take her.

She did not resist, thoughts whirring. In fact, she hardly paid attention to anything he was doing.

For once, he was not trying to fuck her. There were no fingers slipping under her skirt, or wet kisses placed on her skin. Jacques was only rocking her, whispering nonsense as he purred and held her on his lap.

Deep down she knew that if he stopped, she was going to cry.

And that confused her more than anything.Chapter 14Saliva was dripping in a long string from her chin, his Brenya’s face red and eyes watering. He held her face down longer than he should, always a touch too rough, but unable to control himself when her throat spasmed into choking gags around his cock.

She made the most beautiful noises of desperation.

With an extended groan, he threw his head back and shot this first and largest burst of come straight down her esophagus. Her arm flailed and her back bowed beautifully just in time for another mouthful.

She may have only learned to suck cock a week ago, but Gods there was no one better.

Letting her up for air, Jacques watched as she panted around the fat crown of his head. She knew not to let it slip from her lips, that he’d want to feel her tongue and even the slight scrape of her teeth while she fought to breathe. Because he was going right back down that raw throat once the second wave of his orgasm hit.

Ten times they would repeat this, twenty. If she could make it through his whole knot there was always a great reward.

Fist tangled in her hair, he grimaced, pulling her back down to fuck her skull as another large rush shot down her throat.

She almost threw up on him.

He loved that.

Loved all the more how rich the air was with her excitement. His naughty Omega could not hide such a plentiful reaction. She was dripping slick; no doubt it was running in rivulets down her bared thighs to mark the carpet.

“Be a good girl. Suck it down.”

Knots never persisted long without the rhythmic spasms of Omega pussy to squeeze the blood vessels properly. She might have her grip wrapped around him, she might be trying to do as ordered, but he’d be coming less than ten more minutes.

Which meant he’d be hard in twenty and fucking her like she deserved in her cute little nest.

He had not told her what her new habit of arranging pillows might mean. He had not whispered in her ear that her need to have the bed made in a certain way was adorable to him beyond all measure. Such talk made her shy.

But she was more Omega day by day.

Certainly more vocal.

Their life together had improved innumerably since the evening he found her presenting on the bed.

Was Jacques to be furious at Ancil for interfering, or grateful his comrade was made to be the villain, when, in fact, he had been determined to force his way inside her one way or another that night? Was he to laud his friend for creating such a clever scenario, or hate him for terrifying his female?

Either way, it had saved Jacques from once again earning the title of rapist. Brenya never need know about what could have been.

She gave a wet cough and he showed her a moment’s mercy.

Drool shined both her chin and the throbbing mass of his cock. He was undone, one fist caught up in her hair, his other hand gently stroking her pink cheek. “Does your Alpha’s come taste good? Is that why you’re licking it all up?”