Each time she’d been in his room, it had always been after a battle of wills. She’d resisted him every chance she could, poking at him and firing volley after volley of sass and snark.
It had almost been fun.
This wouldn’t be. He wanted her submission. Not her spirit, just her surrender. For the price of her sister’s life, she’d given it to him.
“Would you like me to undress you, master?”
“No. Undress yourself first. Slowly. And do not call me master. I am T’kinn, your alpha. There is a difference.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to challenge his statement and demand he explain just what the difference was. She didn’t. “As you wish.”
His gaze was hard on her as she stepped back and slowly stripped out of her clothing until she was naked. She was no practiced seductress, far from it, but she resisted the impulse to strip down with speed and efficiency. Instead, she slowed her movements, her gaze unfocused on the wall behind him as she moved.
“Look at me,” he demanded, the edge of a snarl in his voice.
She snapped her gaze to his, her breathing short as he stalked toward her. His hand snapped out to slide into her hair at the nape of her neck. She didn’t fight and instead was pliant in his hold. He searched her gaze and growled. She shivered, unable to lock down the response of her body as need rolled through her. Liquid heat escaped her, slick on her thighs as her body readied itself for his possession, but she didn’t move, didn’t press her thighs together to conceal it. He dragged a hard breath in, his massive chest inflating and he shoved a hand between her thighs. Strong fingers slid between her folds and his growl turned to a purr.
“You want me. Your body knows who you belong to, little star.”
She closed her eyes in hopes that it would be easier if she couldn’t see him. Hungry. Impossibly handsome and yet still a beast. Just like the rest of them.
“I belong to you, T’kinn.”
He snarled. “Yes. Mine. Always. And so is your pleasure.” He moved his fingers, stroking her and taking control of her body. “Mine to give.” His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back. “Mine to withhold.” He removed his fingers and placed them against her lips. “Taste yourself. Your desire is so sweet I could eat nothing else. I will feast on you.”
She couldn’t help the small whimper as he smeared the evidence of her own arousal against her lips. Pressure on the bottom lip forced her to part her lips for him. His expression tightened as he pushed his fingers within.
“Suck,” he ordered, his voice hard.
Taking his wrist in her hands, she held on to him as she let him invade her mouth and then closed her lips around his fingers. Her own musky taste made her breathing catch as heat built in her veins. He groaned as her tongue stroked the length of each finger, the sound blending with his parth to become a siren song that made her ache with need.
She barely registered when she started to parth back to him, the sound rising from her chest and buzzing against his fingers.
“That’s right. Parth for me. Only for me.” He pulled his hand away from her mouth, and when she looked up at him, his eyes had changed. The beast was there behind those all-black eyes, sizing her up like the next morsel on his menu.
“Lie back and let me taste you. I want to hear you scream your pleasure. I want every male within hearing distance to know you are mine.”
She was on the bed before she was conscious of moving. It was so easy to slip into the call of the heat, to let her mind ease into nothingness and just react as her body wanted to. Closing her eyes with a shudder, she lay back, her arms above her head as she let his large hands part her thighs.
He shouldered his way between her legs, wrapping his hands around her thighs to hold them open. Her parth stuttered as his warm breath washed over her. Her clit ached, anticipating the pleasure to come, and her pussy clenched hard. Heat swept through her like a fever and she embraced it, letting the firestorm consume all thought.
He made her wait. Not long, but enough to ensure that the moment he made contact, every part of her was focused on him. His touch. The warmth of his mouth. Every flick of his tongue drove her closer to the edge of her control, and this time she didn’t resist.
Her fingers sank into the bedding, her voice raised in a broken purr that lifted into a cry of need. Her hips bucked against his mouth, needing more and craving everything he could give her.
“Yes,” he growled. One long finger slid into her channel followed by another.
Pleasure flooded her senses, drowning her. It was all she could do to keep her head above water as he licked and kissed, tormenting her clit as he stretched her with his fingers. He worked her body so she was ready for his possession. She knew what he was doing. Every touch and stroke of his fingers, every kiss and lick, every soft parth, eroded her will and pushed her closer to the fire.
“Kinn,” his name escaped her lips in barely more than a whisper, but she knew he’d heard it.
“Yes, my sweet omega. That’s what I want. My name on your lips. My hands on your body. Showing you what it means to belong to an alpha.” His fingers moved faster and harder. “Come for me, Serena. Tell everyone who you belong to.”
One last surge of defiance filled her. She shook her head, clamping her lips shut as he pushed her higher and higher. Closer to the edge.
“Tell me!” he ordered, adding his thumb to slide over her clit. “Now!”
She didn’t. She managed to keep her silence as her release crashed over her, her back arching and her hips rocking against his touch. He snatched his hands away, the abrupt loss of touch making her cry out. Then his hands slammed into the bed on either side of her head, her furious alpha bracing himself over her.
“I will have your pleasure,” he snarled, shoving her thighs apart with a hard knee. “You will call my name. Mine, do you hear me?”
She closed her eyes, swallowing hard. The last of her willpower was gone. There was only need now. The need of an omega for her alpha. It was easier to just react. To allow her heart to wash over her to take every one of her worries away.
He pinned her to the bed, his breath coming in harsh pants that fanned over her skin. Without a word, he levered himself up onto one arm to tear open his pants.
Once freed, his cock was a heavy length against her thigh. She felt the ridges and the way it pulsed. He wanted her. Badly. But he didn’t rush as she expected.
Instead, he eased into her slowly. Almost gently. Every inch filled her and increased her pleasure, her entire body humming with it.
“I know you want this,” he leaned down to whisper in her ear as he gathered her closer in his arms, bracing himself over her and surrounding her all in the same move. His fangs grazed the side of her neck, making her shiver.
“Your scent betrays you. You trust me. You want me… you want this,” he murmured, small nips against her neck eroding her ability to ignore him. His hips rocked against hers as he impaled her, slowly and steadily working his way inside her.
She nodded and then whispered. “I am yours.”
His growl of triumph filled the air around them and then he filled her completely, his hips against hers. He was big, her body stretched to capacity. She closed her eyes, biting her lip against the discomfort. He stilled in place, holding her as his lips pressed against her temple in a soft kiss.