Stolen (Alpha's Claim 4)

None of his soft spoken replies lessened her anxiety. “And then? What’s to stop him from hurting her then? Please tell him immediately that I submitted… tell him I begged you.”

The male sighed, his breath warm on her ear. “Ancil has a way of motivating people to the outcomes he desires. The Dome is his first priority, his duty. Your reticence and my indulgence of your fears had unbalanced the powers that be, putting us all in danger. His actions in inspiring your complicity… were unscrupulous, but it is done now. It would be best not to mention it.”

Jacques tried to explain it away, to justify an Alpha’s brutality toward his pregnant wife, and it made Brenya feel cold and completely unsafe. “He used me. He used her… terrorized her.” It was the only word she could think of, but not nearly the castigation deserved. “Centrists are bad.”

“Politics are complicated and seldom pretty. Annette understands, someday you will too.” Tightening his arms around her, the male swore, “I would never strike you in anger, Brenya.”

His knot was still in her and she wanted it out. She wanted whatever he had spilled inside her washed away. When the base of his cock started to contract and a river of their fluids rushed from her, Brenya let out a sigh of relief, then a squeal of revulsion when Jacques scooped it into his palm and held it to her lips.

“Drink it.”

Don’t run. Don’t fight him. Maybe he’ll grow bored.

Parting her lips, Brenya heeded Annette’s advice and swallowed the sweet mixture down. When he pulled out and rolled her to her back, when he began to massage his semen into her belly and mound, she submitted. When he told her he loved her and that he would always take care of her, she nodded as if in agreement.

And then he held her tight, and she did find a trace of comfort in his strength… until he grew hard again and took her face to face, eyes open, watching her as he conquered her body and bent it to his whims.

It was a smooth entry, the male focused on her reaction. When her lips parted on a quick intake of air as he pressed in deep, he praised her. When a tiny coo left her throat at his slow, rolling retreat, he called her beautiful.

In and out, slow and easy.

There was slick enough from when he had fucked her from behind, so much under her hips that the wet noises of their joining blended with sighs to make obscene music. He was on his knees between her spread legs, her body in view and angled so he might tempt the hidden nerves of her sex like a true lecher.

He knew how to draw out her need, how to stoke it and tease. Rolling a tight nipple between forefinger and thumb, Jacques could make her come. Tapping her clit in an uneven rhythm distracting enough to confuse the senses, make her insides squirm, but holding her just short of release.

When he took her by the neck, lightly wrapping his fingers around the front of her throat, something in Brenya faded far away.

The new Brenya came forward, gripping the wrist of her Alpha as her hips bucked. She was so close, so very close to forgetting why the beautiful male pleasuring her was bad.

A part of her psyche whispered to her that even though it was his hands on her throat, she had all the power. She could make him come at will, force his body to satisfy her.

Her eyes traveled from his smirking face, over a muscled chest, a defined torso, to where his jutting length eased in and out of her body. The veins throbbed at its base in preparation of a new knot. To see it begin, to know that menacing, bulbous organ would jam deep inside her and keep them locked sent her over the edge.

She came, tightening her cunt to the point the male had no choice but to respond. Expanding knot pushed past her opening, the Alpha grimaced, unable to hold back sounds of ecstasy.

They were in harmony, the mating high’s influence total.

Wrapping her ankles around his waist, she pulled his hips closer, angled her pelvis to stimulate the place inside her that refused to stop pulsating, and took every drop of semen her body might squeeze from his.

He fought to speak past his release, the fingers around her neck fluttering before he might squeeze too tight. “Good girl. You, my dear Brenya, are a very good girl.”

He pet her through the extended length of the knot, eased her into sleep, and woke her by licking the used place between her legs clean.

And then he took her again.The Greth transport ship landed while Commodore Jacques Bernard was indisposed. A blue-eyed Beta stepped from the gangplank to be greeted by Bernard Dome’s Security Advisor, the Commodore’s Cabinet a distance off. When those persons offered by Greth Dome in trade descended behind the Ambassador, Ancil took a deep breath, forgetting all protocol to step forward and seize a pretty black-haired female. A moment later, the Security Advisor raced inside the palace, an estrous high Omega in his arms.