Lost in a daze, barely aware of what she was doing, she obeyed, the cool solidity of the walls welcome.
“Good girl.”
“Mmmm.” She pushed back into him.
Gods, it felt good. To obey. To feel him against her.
Some far-off part of her tried to raise an alarm and remind herself that her mother had warned her the actual rutting was agony. That even with the slick and the instinct, the Alpha rut was too much for an unused omega cunt.
But the cautionary voice was muffled, drowned out by an intense lust that dragged her toward her own doom, compelling her to spread her legs wider and rub herself against him.
“That’s right, baby girl.” His arrogant praise should have shamed her, but it only made her wetter. “Soon I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging for. But first, stay still and submit.”
There was no more warning than that.
Something sharp punctured her. Her skin tore. But not where she expected.
This violation occurred at her neck.
She jerked. Cried out. The worst of the mindless heat clearing as she returned to herself. Her hand swung up toward the slight pain, hitting some kind of metal instrument. “Stop!”
Crack. A firm hand landed against her ass. “Hands back on the wall. We’re going to start off as we mean to go, and that means you follow my commands. Without hesitation. I’ve been waiting a long time for this little reunion.”
The pain was already receding, but not his hold on her throat. Or the strange, foreign pressure at the back of her neck. But fighting would only add to her current problems.
She put her hands back on the wall.
“Good to see you have more sense than the rest of your family.”
She wanted to scream at his insult. Instead, she asked the only thing that really mattered. “What did you do?”
A sharp beep and then the pressure against her neck lessened.
“I removed your family tracker.” Metal pinged as he dropped something to the floor. His boot crashed down on top, grinding hard.
Shock made her dizzy. She’d always longed to do that herself, but without the resources to purchase such expensive removal equipment and no chance anyone in her limited circle would help her, she’d been unable to do so.
It had been one of her greatest impediments to running away.
Now, it was out of her.
She was free.
“Of course, I’ll be replacing it with my own.” His hard words brought her crashing back to reality.
Olan might not be able to track her anymore, but he would. He would be able to trace her anywhere, at any time.
“No!” The protest erupted from sheer instinct.
Another crack to her bare bottom. This one harder. Enough to make her gasp. The sting radiated, creating a heat that burned high between her thighs. “I will not tolerate disobedience, omega.”
Rough, thick fingers prodded at her neck while he held her in place as if she were a child.
There was another flash of pain, but duller this time. As if he’d numbed the area somehow. And then pressure. Not agonizing, but not pleasant. The instrument vibrated against her skin. More pressure.
She whimpered.
“It will be over soon.”
She hadn’t expected that show of comfort. And did she imagine the way his thumb ghosted against her fluttering pulse as if he could somehow soothe it?
A loud ping, and the pressure vanished.
As did her freedom.
“Good girl. It’s done.”
Her nails dug into the wall. “I hate you.”
He didn’t release her. He snarled instead. A heady, dominant sound that arrowed straight to her clit.
“Stop.”
He growled again. “You so sure you want me to stop?” He sounded so arrogant, so knowing. “That’s another Lundin lie, and we both know it. Poor little omega. It must be hard to hate something and want it so bad.”
His mouth landed on the sore spot at the back of her neck. He sucked hard. A different claim. One that had her twitching beneath his tongue, her hips jerking as her clit throbbed.
“Kept so long from your Alpha’s cock.” His teeth raked up her tendon, and he nipped her ear. The rustle of leather whispered at her back as he undid the laces of his pants. “Your instincts denied. And now that tight cunt is aching to be filled. To be fucked by its Alpha, like it should.”
Every filthy, arrogant pronouncement only made her wetter.
She fought it as best she could.
“This isn’t me. You’re triggering my heat. You’re using my weakness against me.”
“Weakness? It’s not some flaw inside you. It’s all you are, omega. This is what you were made for. Your body knows exactly what it was designed to do. Give.” He growled in her ear. “Give me every fucking part of you. Your slick, your cunt, your submission, your gift.”
“No.” She struggled against his hold.
Somehow, though she’d heard it all her life, it was worse hearing it from him. She’d always stored him away in her mind as different, placed him and their interaction in a little bubble.
But now, that illusion was pierced. There was no such thing as a good Alpha. No male who might see her as something more than a pretty toy to be used for his needs.
“You can take what you like,” she hissed at him. “I can’t stop that. We both know that. But I will never give you anything willingly.”
“Good.” He shoved his thigh between her legs, keeping her spread wide. Blunt, thick fingers slid between her soaked folds, the pad of his thumb circling her swollen bud as his mouth returned to her ear. “I like a little fight. It makes the victory all the sweeter in the end.”
His growl shifted to a purr. “My property. My prize. Your bastard of a father sold you to me to pay for his sins—and I intend to collect.”
“I’m not just some rut toy.”
“You’re whatever I want you to be.” He leaned in close, pressing more of his weight against her. “I should tame that smart tongue right now, but I like it. Especially when I know it’s soon going to be sucking hard at my cock. Those cheeks hollowing as if I were your favorite dessert. Swallowing your words along with my cum.” His finger thrummed over her clit. “But you are right, little omega. I do have plans for you. Bigger plans than breeding and fucking—though we’ll get to those too.”
“What?” The menace in his tone frightened her.
He stroked her clit again, his big hand forcing her thighs wide. “You and I,” he lowered his voice as if sharing an intimate secret, “are destined for fire, death, and destruction. For revenge and the dark. For everything twisted, ugly, and vicious, just like my soul.”
He wheeled her around, clamping her hand to his forearm.
The very same spot where, fifteen years ago, she’d touched him for the first time out of worry and concern and the beginnings of affection.
But unlike then, there was no answering warmth in his gaze, only calculation as he stared at their joined flesh. As if he were waiting for something.
Then she knew.
He remembered what it had taken to rouse her gift and produce her one and only vision: her touch on his skin.
He was seeking to recreate it.
Like all those years ago, a shock of fire blazed through her, radiating from their point of contact outward. A welcome old friend. One she’d missed so much.