Savage (Alpha Brotherhood 1)

I cried out as his length stretched me open, the burning pain hot and fierce. He wasn’t gentle as he took me. Instead, he used my pussy as hard and roughly as he pleased, not caring that his cock was making my pussy sore and achy. His pelvis slapped against my punished ass and thighs and I moaned. Each time felt like another cruel spank against my sore skin, but it didn’t matter. That all paled to how my stinging folds felt to be fucked hard by my alpha’s cock.

My inner walls clutched greedily at his thick member, milking him for everything he was giving me. The initial pangs of pain gradually faded to a dull ache and I found that I was even more turned on because of it.

“You’re going to c

ome hard for me, Freya. Come hard on your alpha’s cock,” he demanded, and my entire body hurtled into the throes of ecstasy far faster than I was prepared for. The growing warmth that had been simmering deep inside me exploded into an endless abyss of pleasure and I moaned as my first orgasm tore through me. For a moment, I wondered if my body had simply answered to his command or if I had been ready for release all along.

My hips arched upward, and his cock pistoned into me more deeply than ever. The head of his cock pounded into my cervix and my passionate need catapulted even higher until it was the only thing on my mind. Pleasure consumed me so much so that the only thing that mattered was the throbbing in my pussy and the hard fucking of his cock.

I screamed and his hands wound around my hips, digging his fingers into the bones of my pelvis so that he could use my poor pussy harder. He slammed into me again and again until I was so lost in my pleasure, that I hardly knew up from down. One orgasm tore through me after the next and I had no idea when and if it would ever end. I had no idea if I wanted it to.

My own hands tightened into little fists into the blankets beneath me, holding on for dear life as my alpha used my body for his own pleasure and for mine. I could feel another release edging toward me, and I allowed myself to dive into that freedom completely.

Here inside my chambers, things were simple. I was his omega, his love, and his mate. My role was to serve him and see to his needs. I would surrender when he demanded it, spreading my legs whenever he wanted and giving him everything he asked of me. I was made to surrender to him. He was made to ensure that I was taken care of and when the time was right, to knot and breed me so that I could carry his children. He was my alpha in every way.

Outside these walls, I was a queen, tasked with the responsibility of overseeing the great city of Valgertha and ensuring that my people remained protected and happy.

Inside my bedroom, I was his.

“That’s it, omega. Come hard for your alpha,” he demanded.

And I did. Over and over until I was a wet little mess dripping with slick. He made me come so many times that it began to grow painful and I did everything I could to convince him to come for me too.

“Please, alpha, please give me your seed,” I begged. I wanted his come inside me desperately. I wanted to feel the familiar comforting heat of his claim inside me, marking me in the most primal way possible. My feral instincts surged, and the only thing I needed then was to feel him come inside me as it was meant to be.

“I will give it to you when I decide to, little omega. You’re not in control, no matter how shamefully you beg,” he growled, the sound making my core cramp and more slick to pour down my legs. My pussy clenched tight around him and I moaned as another release raced through me. My inner walls fluttered and I keened, still continuing to beg even though now I knew that no matter what I said, he would give me what I wanted when he pleased and not a moment sooner.

“Please. I need your seed, alpha,” I pleaded.

I moaned through one piercing orgasm after the next until he grunted with pleasure behind me. One of his hands left my hips and I felt his thumb sliding down the cleft of my backside. He pressed between my cheeks and settled over top of my bottom hole.

I cried out with shame and pleasure and nervous anxiety.

He increased the pressure against my tight rim and my body fought back against him. He didn’t let me win, however. He continued pressing against my tight little hole, using my own wetness to force himself inside my reluctant ring of muscle. His thumb was persistent and before long, it popped inside my virgin hole for the very first time.

I cried out, a sharp stabbing pain radiating up and down my spine, eventually settling deep in my bottom in a foreign throbbing sensation I’d never experienced before. No one had ever touched me there, until now.

“Do you still want my seed, omega?” he asked.

“Yes, alpha. Please give me your cum,” I begged.

“You’re going to have to earn it, Freya. You’re going to have to come with my thumb in this tight little hole. You’re going to come for me even though I know it hurts,” he commanded.

I could feel a deep blush come over my face. His words were so incredibly shameful, but at the same time, I wanted to do what he demanded of me. Even though his finger in my bottom felt strange and still painful, it made me feel even more aroused. It made me want to come again for him, even though I had countless times already. My pussy spasmed greedily around his cock and there was no question in my mind that he knew what kind of effect he was having on me.

His thumb pumped in and out of my asshole, reawakening the burning ache that he had put there. At the same time, he lazily thrust in and out of my pussy, gradually increasing his pace until he turned me into a needy little omega whose only waking thought was my next orgasm and his seed marking my soaking wet pussy.

Once I was especially close, he pushed his hips all the way inside me and stilled. His knot shuddered against the opening of my pussy and he thrust in deeper, allowing the base of his cock to inflate and hook behind the bones of my pelvis. With his finger in my bottom hole at the same time, I’d never felt so full and my entire body quivered on the edge of release knowing it. My muscles tightened and I felt the tight ring of my asshole clench around his thumb.

It hurt, but in the most delicious kind of way. I felt a raw sense of shame hurtle through me. At the same time though, a powerful burst of arousal rushed through me in its wake.

“Come, omega. Now,” he demanded.

My orgasm tore through me like a hot knife through butter. I was powerless against its ruthless intensity. I fell into a fiery chasm of exquisite ecstasy that seemed never ending. I screamed with passion and allowed every last bit of my release to rip me open. Every shred of control that I still held onto fell away and I shuddered with the most complete feeling I ever experienced.

His seed spurted deep inside me, so strong and fierce that I felt like it marked to the very depths of my soul. I keened so loudly that it hurt even my own ears, struggling as one last release ravaged me utterly and completely. I shuddered against the bed, thankful for his support as his seed continuing branded me as his own.

My own release flared hot for what felt like forever. My thighs shook and when it was all over, a powerful numbness reined over me in its aftermath. I cried out, feeling a tear trickle down my cheek. I wasn’t crying because I was in pain. Instead, it was all due to the sheer loss of control and the incredible sensation that only my alpha was capable of putting me through. I closed my eyes and focused on normalizing my panting breaths and calming the noisy sound of my beating heart in my head.