It was easy to balance over her body, to set his swollen crown against her eager slit.
A virgin they’d claimed, one about to get her first cock. She’d yelped under his tongue, screamed when she’d come. What would she do when she felt her first knot? He’d bet five ships and a planet of farmland she’d squeal.
Even in sleep, her body was responding to his low-pitched growls, the aroma of slick growing stronger by the minute. A simple tilt of his hips and his fat cockhead would pop inside that tight passage. One surge forward and he’d have her full to the brim.
His body moved with the thought, sloshing its way through her scented offering.
The pretty one’s eyes flew open just as he breached, stretched, and claimed that tight hole.
So wet, so hot, smelling so fucking good, there was no question of how hard to rut.
One harsh, earsplitting howl, lips pulled back from his teeth, he thrust onward until he claimed all for himself.
The surprise on her face was as beautiful as the pulse of her cunt around his throbbing invasion.
He surged, shoved in deep, and felt perfection. “Kor’yr, I want to hear you scream again.”
And she did. Only it wasn’t a true scream as there was no noise when she threw back her head on a silent wail. The reek of her fear came back, just in time to excite the Alpha who would show her fear could flavor pleasure just as pain could heighten the thrill.
Chapter 15
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. Oh, but it felt jagged and raw, stretching out her insides in a way that seemed impossibly deep.
Her nails dug into warm biceps, Morgaine trying to hold on when the first cramp stole up her spine and left her reeling. His exceptional length didn’t fit, and her body vehemently rebelled.
Still, he surged forward until powerful hips slammed against her.
No matter how rough his thrusts, the lips at her ear murmured softly. His meaning was lost, but his intention could not be missed. He sounded as if he were in even greater pain than she, that grainy voice tight, throttled, and shallow.
Squeezed around his searing invasion, she tried to drive him out, and only inspired him to moan in bliss. When she panted in time to his rhythm, he praised her.
In a sunken bed that smelled sweet and equally strange, staring at the mosaic ceiling of a room as foreign to her as the male using her body, Morgaine understood exactly what Alphas were capable of.
It was like being dragged up a mountain, legs twisted and back bent. It was like being filled with writhing snakes and liquid gold. Cell by cell, sensation took over, locking her away in a part of her mind that was blurred by pleasure whether she’d invited it or not.
Her control was as cloudy as the Alpha’s eyes, and then even that was taken from her.
Something changed in the shape of the shaft stabbing into her belly. It pulled, grew and caught at the mouth of her cunt.
A forming knot.
Just like the Omega she’d watched on the wall, Morgaine began to wail for release… and then it came. Everything inside her twisted, seized about his knot and pulled him into a belly sore from the stretch, yet needy for more.
When the first spurt of boiling seed sprayed her womb, she screamed.
There was no word for such feeling.
Another eruption of come, and she bit his bicep to keep from howling.
A third, a fourth, and she was certain her body would burst apart from the pressure of his spurting semen built up behind the knot.
His forehead came to hers, the male panting, “Youvertr’kril, dorngut yaka nilie.”
When the world stopped spinning, Morgaine found her hands had tangled in his hair. Holding to him, even her legs had wrapped around his waist.
She held on to him as if life itself could only be found in his embrace.
It was as Sergeant Uriel had claimed. Nothing in life had moved her as much as being mounted. Staring at the milky eyes shining down at her, knowing it could have been any Alpha… grasping that the males knew the power they might wield… turned what had been beautiful into something tarnished.