Rough (Alpha Brotherhood 3)

Wild and untamed heat burned through me. Blissfully hot desire curled deep inside me and finally broke free.

I screamed as my first orgasm tore through me. My moans were shamefully vulgar, and I did nothing to quiet them. I sounded like a feral animal, but as ecstasy rattled me senseless, I found that I no longer cared.

As I came for him, I told myself that this was a one-time thing, that I would never allow something like this to happen again. Right now, we were working together to appease the Cult. That’s all this was. Nothing more.

My fingers snuck beneath my chest, finding my nipples an

d toying with them as I quivered under the power of my release and when it finally faded, I released them and pressed my fingers flat against the table. He pulled his fingers free from my body and I knew he’d done what he wanted to do.

After it was over, I simply breathed and turned my head so that I could see him.

“My people, together we shared my omega’s first orgasm. You can see the evidence of it glistening on my fingers, can’t you?”

The crowd roared and it was hard to distinguish their words. I closed my eyes, unwilling to see anymore.

Magnar didn’t let me. He grasped my upper arm and jerked me up, making a show of his roughness for all to see. Without a moment’s pause, he pressed his fingers against my lips, and I pulled back automatically.

“You will clean your slick off my fingers, omega,” he demanded and hesitantly, I opened my mouth for him. The sweet musky taste of my own arousal was jarring at first, but as I continued to suckle his fingers, I found that I didn’t hate it. In fact, I sort of liked it.

“Good girl. You’re almost done. I’m so proud of you,” he whispered softly in my ear. His voice was different, gentle even, as if I was the only one in the room with him at that moment.

I suckled his fingers more enthusiastically, swirling my tongue around his knuckles and cleaning him off the best that I could. When I was done, he pulled free of my lips and curled his arms around me before he lifted me cleanly off the ground.

“My omega is in need of rest. She’s in for a long night ahead. I expect the rest of you to drink the castle’s wine and mead stocks dry,” he announced and before anyone could say anything in protest, he descended the stage and strode through the Great Hall with purpose. When the crowd finally realized that he was leaving they began to protest.

He cleared his throat, and they went quiet.

“Don’t you worry, Kingsworth. You will hear my omega screaming my name before the night is through. I’m looking forward to it,” he exclaimed, and I hid my face in his chest.

Did he mean it? Had he changed his mind about what he wanted with me? Did I even want him to?

I shivered against him and his arms tightened protectively. Feeling very tired all of a sudden, I closed my eyes. I didn’t know why, but for some reason I felt safe with him.

I fell asleep against him with my bottom burning and my pussy still sore.

Chapter 4

Magnar

The amount of restraint it had taken to resist the tiny little omega in my arms had been the hardest thing I’d ever had to do in my life. Every bone in my body was screaming for me to take the innocent woman as hard as she needed to be taken. I’d seen the way her body had called for mine. I’d felt the way her tight pussy had grasped at my fingers and I couldn’t help but fantasize about how it would feel around my cock.

Even now, my balls ached and my cock felt as hard as an iron spike. My knot craved to be sunk deep in her beautiful body for the hard fucking she needed. I couldn’t shake the scent of her slick, sweet and enticing and utterly fucking intoxicating.

I couldn’t drag her into this mess. I didn’t know her, and I didn’t trust her. As a gift from the Cult, she could very well be one of their own sent to keep an eye on me in my new role on the throne. It was entirely possible that she could report back to those above me at any indiscretion and especially if I used the crown in any way to step out of line with what they wanted. They had their agenda and I had mine.

I’d worked too hard to rise in the ranks to have it thwarted by a tiny blue-eyed omega. There was no way I could risk it. She was going to have to be dealt with and quickly.

I stormed through the halls, stopping for nothing and no one. Servants paused and asked me questions about the feast and I just shook my head. Soon enough, they got the hint and turned away to find the answers elsewhere. I didn’t look back.

I made my way up to the king’s chambers without pause. By the time I reached my rooms, Ariana had already fallen asleep in my arms. Her naked skin was soft against mine and my cock throbbed even harder.

Her innocence was captivating to behold. From the surprised look on her face as she’d come for me to the way her muscles had tensed hard as she climaxed all over my fingers, it had been clear to me that she’d never felt a man’s hands on her body before tonight.

A hard shudder of arousal settled at the base of my spine and I gritted my teeth. I had to get it together.

In my chambers, there was a wing I’d never used because I had never needed it. The long dead alpha kings of the city would either keep their omega or even a beta mistress close at hand. I’d never taken one because I hadn’t wanted to put myself or anyone else in danger. The women I’d taken to my bed had never stayed the night.

I strode into the room and noticed that it had been prepared earlier that day. The bed linens had been fluffed and turned down. A fire was crackling in the stone fireplace and a fresh bouquet of lily-white roses had been set in an elegant vase on the windowsill. There was a bowl of fresh fruits and a pitcher of water set on a corner table. I also noticed that there was a pile of folded blankets and a multitude of soft pillows neatly placed on top of a fur rug in the corner of the room, in case the tiny omega wanted to nest.