His eyes never leave mine, chest heaving, eyes pitch-black, and expression empty.
“Now,” he says as he comes down over me. “I will rut you through your heat.”
The sensation of him crowding over me is welcoming. I’m vulnerable before this huge male, yet his powerful body provides a cage inside which I’m safe. Hot flesh, far thicker than his fingers, slides through the copious slickness between my legs before the tip slowly sinks inside.
I breathe in his rich pheromones, twitching under him, restless, feeling the ripple of straining muscles that part for his cock. Lips take a heated trail up my throat, bringing sobs of joy. My thoughts splinter between the lips at my throat and his burning flesh sinking ever deeper into me. The more he surrounds me, the deeper I fall into a carnal fog.
My breath stutters. I fret, straining against the bindings, then hiss as his cock head nudges against the barrier of my virginity. A broad hand finds my hip and tilts my pelvis. My knees are bent and open; I have nowhere to go.
I can only submit.
“No other man or Alpha will touch you once you bear my mark,” he growls against my throat. Then his hips roll back and slam forward, filling me entirely in a single thrust.
Head back, neck arched, I scream.
He pulls out and slams deep once again.
I’m broken.
I’m torn in two.
Yet, I want and need more of the burning flesh that I must strain to accept, more than I want my next breath. My hips strain to lift to meet his slow, determined thrusts. Each savage filling brings a flutter to my core. Teeth graze my throat as he growls over his prize.
He fucks me. Takes me roughly. Bound as I am, I find freedom that transcends my earthly body. The hard ground does not give; neither does the hard male flesh filling me over and over.
I am the softness caught between.
The fire rises again, the contractions low in my womb like a thousand tiny fists twisting the delicate flesh.
I taste blood.
My pussy convulses, severe contractions pulsing out slick around his thick flesh, and still he does not stop.
I sink my teeth deeper into hot male skin, and he growls his approval as I mark and claim him as my mate.
“Open for me,” he says, but I do not know what he means, only that I need something more.
Aramis
The feeling of her tight cunt squeezing over my cock is the highest form of torment. My burgeoning knot, the highest form of pleasure. Her small teeth savage my chest, bringing a heated surge of male pride.
Cutting the ropes binding her ankles, I cant her ass, giving me a better angle.
“Goddess!”
Her cry accompanies my swelling knot. Each thrust into her gently clenching sheath sends the blood pulsing, engorging the flesh near the base until I can only force it in and out with gritted teeth. My balls feel heavy to the point of pain, but I want her sweet cunt stretched and gaping.
I want no doubt in her mind that she has been thoroughly claimed.
She begs me to come.
But I’m deep into my rut, and I think she can take more. She dared to try and run from me, and my darkness demands she be ravished in a way a willful Omega deserves.
Nails rake over my flesh, and I welcome the sting.
Then she comes again, and the gentle clenching becomes a vise that draws the seed from my balls in thick, hot surges. I come. Over and over. My teeth seek her throat, sinking deep as I pin her thoroughly beneath me, holding her small body to mine, inside and out.
Body shuddering, feral grunts breathed against her bloody throat.
We are connected in a way that surpasses human intellect or words.
Linked irrevocably.
My cock pulses inside her, bathing the entrance to her womb, filling her until my seed leaks and drips all over her ruined gown.
As the knot softens, I free her bound wrists. The need to fuck her is already rising. As I stare down at her pretty, flushed face, I understand that I’m Goddess-blessed to have been given such a treasure. My lungs and chest are full in ways that have nothing to do with air. She is inside me even as I’m inside her.
I shudder as my cock slips out, and leaning back, inspect her ruined pussy. Her stomach ripples constantly, cum and slick trickling and pulsing as she continues to climax. Her body is limp, her chest rising and falling on a pant. One arm is flung over her eyes as if to hide from me. My lips twitch with amusement—my little doe has nowhere to hide.
I play in the spilled cum, scooping it up and forcing it back inside her with my fingers.
Goddess, she is so open—a captivating sight that brings an urgent thud to my cock.
I’m torn between watching her face she tries to hide contort with pleasure and her pink puffy cunt as I fuck my fingers in and out. When her hips start to rise in time with my thrusting fingers, my need to rut her again grows.
As I put her on her hands and knees, my last fleeting thought is to rut her so thoroughly that she will never dare to run from me again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rosalind
MANY HOURS HAVE passed while I’ve been lost to my heat. Cognizance arrives like awakening from a surreal dream.
But it’s not a dream. I’m naked, my body aches, even my skin feels tender to the touch. Warm flesh and prickly hair make a cushion for my cheek as I lay curled into Aramis’s chest. The comforting weight of his arm anchors me to him while his thick, muscular thigh is wedged between mine. His scent and presence surround me. As I shift, I feel a different ache, deep inside my core where he has filled me over and over—I sigh.
He shifts with me, thigh pressing upward, the coarse hair abrasive as it rubs against my tender pussy and swollen clit. I hiss, but it turns into a groan as his hand tightens over my ass, and he grinds my softness against his hardness.
“My naughty little doe,” he purrs against my temple. “Have you not been fucked enough?”
It’s not him that is grinding, I realize, it’s me. My hips move of their own volition. Goddess, I’m so sore and used, yet there is pleasure too, and I’m greedy for more.
“Do you need to be filled again before we leave?”
Leave? I have questions, but they’re of only fleeting importance for my body has needs. “Please.” My pussy clenches and gushes over his thigh. This is not my heat anymore. This is all me.
“What a treasure I’ve found,” he says. His hand slides down over my ass, through slick folds until it hovers at my entrance. Fingers rim my pussy, sending nerves rushing to life. “You’re so open, love. Can you feel that? I think I might need to inspect you before I let you have my cock again.”
I whimper. The magic fingers set need pounding; I’ll suffer anything so long as Aramis eases this ache.
With my back to the ground, barely shielded by my filthy dress, I’m spread open for his view. A flush spreads over my cheeks, down my throat, and across the upper swell of my breasts.
His hooded gaze turns heated as he carefully parts my pussy lips. Thick fingers circle my entrance again. “Can you feel that, little doe? Feel how open you are?” A single finger presses inside, and I can feel how easily it enters. The wet squelching noises as he pumps slowly make me squirm. “Your pussy is gaping, love.” He changes the movement, swiping his fingers from side to side to emphasize his filthy assessment. “Open and well-fucked, how an Omega should be.”