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  I angle her hips to further ease my penetration. “I will take you and knot you, any time I want to.”

  “No.” The sound bleeds out of her.

  “You will do as I say.”

  She shakes her head, and her pupils dilate.

  "Accept what’s going to happen to you, and maybe you’ll enjoy it.”

  Her gaze widens, and she shakes her head. “No.” The pulse beats wildly at her throat.

  “Yes.” I bring my palm down to the space between us, then rub the heel of my hand over her clit.

  Her entire body jerks. Her breasts thrust up into the air. The nipples are dark shadows against the almost translucent material. Bending down, I close my lips around one and pull.

  She cries out, and more of her slick flows out to cover my shaft.

  My dick thickens; my thigh muscles harden. I raise my face to hers, then fix my fingers around her nape.

  Her eyes flutter open, pupils blown; color sears her cheeks. So fucking gorgeous.

  I glare at her and she gulps.

  Her soft pussy contracts around my cock and the blood rushes to my groin. A pulse flares to life at my temples, my throat, even in my fucking balls.

  “Come for me, Omega,” I rasp.

  Our breaths mingle. I draw in that honeyed, sugary scent of her slick. My dick lengthens. My knot stretches the entrance of her channel. A tremor sweeps through her, and she shatters.

  Her features tighten. Her lips part. Every part of her seems to flare to life. Only then do I come, shooting hot streams of cum inside of her.

  Her climax fades away; her muscles relax.

  My knot loosens and I slip out of her.

  Her body slumps and I squeeze her hip to keep her upright.

  Sliding down to my knees, I cup some of the water to pour it over the triangle between her legs. When I see the traces of my cum on her inner thigh, a surge of possessiveness grips me.

  My belly hardens and my dick thickens. I need to be inside of her again.

  I turn my palm over so the water drops away, then scoop up the blend of my cum and her slick, rubbing it into her pussy. I sweep up some of the liquid and drag it up her waist, over her breasts. Reaching her mouth, I swipe the mixture over her lips, and she licks it up.

  “Alpha?” Her chin trembles.

  “Yes, I am your alpha now.”

  She blinks.

  “But, not only.” I bare my lips, and the color fades from her cheeks.

  “I am your worst nightmare. I am the man your mother warned you about. I am what happens when you find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time. You are mine now, Omega, and I will use you to get back what is most important to me.”

  I shove my thigh between her legs and position my shaft at the entrance to her wet channel.

  4

  Chloe

  He kicks his hips forward and slams into me again and I gasp aloud. Too much. Too hard. Every throbbing ridge of his massive dick seems to be etched into the walls of my channel.

  My pussy contracts. Pinpricks of pleasure radiate from my core.

  Bad enough that he knotted me once, why is he penetrating me again? Why had he made sure that I climaxed the first time. I should hate what he did, so why does my body say otherwise?

  The pulse thuds at my throat. My arms and legs tingle, and a chill racks my body. Clearly the testosterone-filled presence of this alpha is driving me faster toward the impending heat cycle. I shove at his shoulders, and he raises his head. Amber eyes glare at me.

  His chest swells; his biceps bulge. Every part of him seems to enlarge right in front of my eyes.

  “Let me in.”

  He growls, and the harsh sound ripples down my spine.

  My thighs clench.

  A whine spills from my lips. This can’t be happening. Why does everything in me lean toward him? Why do I want him to drag his rough fingers down my skin, over my curves?

  I wriggle, and his grasp on my waist tightens.

  As if on cue my belly convulses. More slick rushes out to bathe his dick. A deep purr rumbles up his throat. Color flares on his cheeks. He tilts his hips and slides his dick further inside of me again. His balls slap against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His knot hardens inside of

  The heat of his body throbs around me, the very air saturated with his testosterone, his dominance a living, breathing, palpable thing that drenches the air in grotesque play.

  I raise my arm, and he shoulders it away.

  His hands grasp my waist, and he forces me back until my spine is plastered to the ground. My wet hair falls away from my shoulders.

  He leans over me, his big body blotting out the sight of the green leaves above, the gray-blue sky between the patches of trees, all gone.

  All that is left is the sight of his beautiful face, fierce eyes, those gorgeous lips now stretched in a snarl.

  He clasps a palm around my neck and squeezes.

  “I should kill you for tempting me so. I can't get enough of your cunt, your scent, your sweet essence." A vein throbs to life at his temple. "What are you doing to me Omega?"

  The breath thins in my lungs, the pressure beginning to cut off my air flow. Darkness crowds in at the edges of my mind.

  A tremor runs over my skin.

  I dig my fingernails into his muscled forearm and try to pull him away.

  The movement only hardens his dick, filling me up as he shoves deeper into my channel.

  A coldness fills my chest; my arms and legs quiver.

  He places his other palm on my chest, pinning me down, then curves it around my breast.

  He pinches my nipple, and pain explodes across my nerve endings. He lowers his head to the other breast and bites down on the turgid flesh.

  A scream bubbles up, only to be caught in my throat. Goosebumps pop on my skin.

  He lets go of my nipple then shoves his hand down between us. He pinches my clit, drags his fingers over my folds, and rubs the heel of his hand into my throbbing flesh.

  White-hot pleasure sweeps up my spine, and I arch off of the flat surface.

  He thrusts his face close to mine. His eyes hold every single strand of my attention.

  “Come. Now.”

  His command sinks into my blood, down to my womb, and a flashfire explodes out, vibrating over my cells, setting them twanging, sweeping up to crash behind my eyeballs.

  No, not again.

  My eyes roll back, my entire body goes rigid, then the storm slams into me and I come apart.

  Slick gushes out to cover his dick, which grows harder.

  His knot swells. His dick extends and he locks it behind my pelvic bone.

  The sinews of his throat tense. A groan rumbles up that broad chest as he shoots hots jets of cum inside of me.

  My breasts swell, and aftershocks wreck my body. Darkness grabs at the edges of my mind, pulling me down.

  “Stay with me.”

  He loosens his hold on my throat. I gasp, taking in a deep breath. Oxygen rushes in, blazing a searing path down to my lungs.

  I crack my eyes open, and those golden orbs of his fill my vision. Flames flare and roll, and silver spots dart among them. So much turmoil. So much angst. Anger. Rage. This alpha is drenched with the need for revenge. It rolls off of him in visceral waves, crashing over me, tugging me to him. I am entranced. And I shouldn’t be. The bastard took me without giving me a choice. I cannot allow myself to be attracted to him.

  I struggle in earnest, pushing, shoving, swiping out with my fist. He weaves, avoiding the hit, a graceful, sensuous move that makes my breath snag. My limbs flail.

  He leans down, grabbing my wrists and wrenches them above my head.

  “Let go of me, you...you heathen.”

  Heathen? Can't I think of a better insult? Blame it on my love for historical romance novels. It's those stories that have filled my head with dreams of a lover who would sweep into my life and surprise me. Which is literally what is happening—a sob catches in my throat—just n
ot in the way I'd imagined.

  “You will not fight me.”

  The hushed demand in his voice engulfs me.

  A deep purr rolls up from him and twirls around me, lassoing me, and I pant. My mouth goes dry; my pussy clenches.

  He leans more of his bodyweight over mine. His cock throbs inside my wet channel. Tendrils of pleasure shoot out from my pussy. “That’s it, milk me, Omega, take my cock, for you want it.”

  No.

  No.

  I shake my head, and his jaw tightens. He twists his hips, then releases my arms, only to loop both of his hands under my knees. He raises my legs up and over his shoulders, then pins me with those burning eyes, and I swallow.

  “Yes.” The force of his dominance saturates the air, pressing down on me. I gasp aloud. My head spins.

  His gaze narrows and the fine hair on my nape rises. I sense his intent a second before he leans down. I lean away from him, try to pull away, but his body follows mine.

  The hard planes of his chest flatten my breasts. His entire body envelops me.

  Too late. It's too late. The words ricochet in my mind, as he buries his teeth in the skin between my neck and shoulder.

  Red sparks flash behind my eyes.

  A scream rips out of me. The burn travels down my side, filling my chest, coiling there, digging its claws into my rib cage, swirling there, radiating out. Let me go. I want to say that aloud and open my mouth, but all that emerges is a groan. Tears run down my cheeks.

  He releases my shoulder only to move his face directly over mine. His gaze narrows, a frown between his eyebrows. Then he licks my tears, swirling his tongue over his lips. Tasting me. Absorbing me. He swallows, and a strange look comes into his eyes. A hint of confusion.

  Surely, I imagined that?

  His arm moves between us. And my gaze darts down to find he’s grasped the base of his dick, squeezing it. Another stream of cum flows inside, then his knot loosens. His grip loosens. I pull my wrists free then swing my fist at him.

  5

  Kayden

  I see the flash of her fist a second before it grazes the side of my face. So there’s still fight left in her, eh? My chest swells.

  My dick slides out of her squelching wet entrance.

  She swings again, and I tilt my torso.

  She pulls back her legs, then rolls to the side.

  I move forward, and my knees graze against the walls of the pool.

  I grab the side, swing myself up, but she’s already running toward the wall on the far side.

  Adrenaline laces my blood.

  Pausing long enough to tuck my dick back inside of my pants, I speed up, my long legs eating up the space between us.

  Her white sheath clings to the curves of her back, those rounded butt cheeks flexing under the fabric, and my dick twitches. The fuck? Anger hums over my skin; my heartbeat ratchets up.

  I am going to catch her and then I am going to whip her so hard she’ll never be able to move again. Not have the strength to crawl away from me. Why the fuck am I so possessive about her?

  I put on a burst of speed and lunge for her. This time I wrap my fingers around her ankle, and she goes down.

  I slide forward, twisting my body so she lands on top of me. Can't have her hurting herself now. Only I have that pleasure. Her curves cling to my hard planes. She's my perfect complement.

  Huh? No, I didn't mean to think about her that way. All I meant was that she's light. Barely a handful. Just right to tuck into my side and take her out of here.

  I spring up to my feet, holding her captive. She screams out, digs her fingers into my arms, her back chafing over my chest, her hips smashing my semi-erect dick. My thighs spasm; my groin hardens.

  “Stop struggling.” I growl.

  She stills for a second, then writhes in my grasp. I tighten my arms around her, squeezing her against me.

  A tremor shakes her body, her legs kick out once, then she stops. “I hate you.”

  “That’s the idea.” My lips curve up. “Best you hold on to that sentiment, for by the time I am done with you, that will be the most charitable of your emotions.”

  Her entire body goes still. Her shoulders tense and fear leaks from her pores. I want to turn her around, peer into her eyes and reassure her that it's going to be okay. But it's not. That I am making empty threats, but fuck if that's not true either. The least I can do is not lie to her. I owe her the clarity of my intent.

  I swing her up over my shoulder, and she struggles anew. I bring up a hand and slap her butt. She screams. I spank her other butt cheek and she howls. The sound shoots straight to my groin. My dick throbs with the need to slam into her again. What the hell? This is not only about an alpha rutting an omega, there’s something more here.

  Her beauty calls to me. Her innocence seduces me. Her very essence proclaims that it is my prerogative to take her. Ruin her for anyone else. Make her mine. My breathing quickens. My vision tunnels. Adrenaline laces my blood. Take her, get her out of here, away from prying eyes. Hide her away where no one else can see her, smell her, taste her. No one but me. A pulse beats to life at my temples. My heart aches. My balls throb. The fuck is she doing to me? I have never been so attracted to an omega before. I shake my head to clear it.

  Lust.

  A primal need to fuck. Yeah, that I understand. That's all this is: base chemistry between an alpha and an omega. Albeit a very desirable, sexy, curvy omega who’s fidgeting over my shoulder, even as I proceed to slap her butt again and again in rapid succession.

  I pause, breath heaving. Sweat trickles down my temples, to join the pool water streaming from my clothes.

  A quiver shakes her body.

  Her thighs squeeze together, and the sugary scent of her arousal rends the air.

  The fuck? “You enjoyed that, hmm?”

  “No.” I sense her shake her head.

  “Add dishonesty to your other faults then. One more thing I intend to punish you for.”

  “What?” She screeches out.

  My ears ring and I wince. “Behave and I may let you come when I spank you the next time. That’s after I tie you up and stuff your mouth with my cock.”

  “You sick pervert.”

  Yeah, that’s me.

  “I changed my mind. I am going to gag you and make you beg for my dick, and even then, I will not give it to you, not until you show me you are worthy of every single orgasm I can wrench from your body.”

  “You took my virginity, asshole.”

  And that had been a surprise. Not that I had taken her innocence, but that she had been untouched.

  Perhaps it was why I had decided not to leave her behind? Oh, and to avenge what Zeus did to me, remember?

  “Don’t expect me to be grateful for that, by the way.” I sneer. "Your being a virgin is overrated."

  Her body goes still, then she beats at my back with her little fists. “Unhand me you...you fiend.”

  Fiend? Who uses such words?

  “Not until I get what I want.”

  Not even then, but I am not going to reveal that.

  There’s time enough for her to find out that her future is mine.

  All of her belongs to me. Every single twisted desire in my head is going to come to life, and she is going to be the recipient of all of them, willingly or not.

  I need to use her to negotiate my terms with Zeus. Doesn’t mean I can’t use her body until then. That’s all it is. A transaction…which is all one way. The winner is me. Of course, I’ll ensure she enjoys her time, too…most of it, at least.

  “What do you want?” Her breath hitches.

  “For you to play your role.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Kayden.” A roar fills the air.

  I growl; a fierce surge of satisfaction tightens my chest. “That, sugar. That is what I was waiting for.”

  I turn around to face the alpha striding across the terrace. On his heels are two of his men. Ethan, his second, on his right,
and on his other, a younger alpha, slimmer in build and almost as tall.

  “Motherfucker.” Zeus snarls.

  “Hello to you, too, half-bro.” I crack my neck.

  Zeus’ face reddens.

  “It seems you don’t have a sense of humor either.” I cluck my tongue.

  Zeus takes a step forward. His hair snaps around his face, his fists clenched on either side of his body. His vest is on askew, and his fatigues are not zipped up.

  “Did I interrupt you?”

  Zeus prowls across to the pool and comes to a halt. “You don’t want to do this.” He folds his arms over his chest.

  “You seem afraid." I crack my knuckles, "But then, you are a pussywhipped motherfucker, so I didn’t expect anything else.”

  He makes a warning sound in his throat, and I grin. “That the best you can do now, empty threats?”

  I take a step back, and another until I hit the wall of the terrace. Behind me, I hear the gushing of the Thames river far below.

  Perhaps the omega senses my intention, for she strains over my shoulder. “Save me,” she yells out.

  Zeus’ jaw clenches. His nostrils flare. “You dare steal from my harem?”

  “You dare take my country?”

  Oh, hey, good retort.

  A vein throbs at my dear half-brother’s temple. Short fuse and all that.

  The tendons of his throat flex, “I did what was needed to put an end to the fight between our two regions.”

  “Not interested in your reasoning.” I feign a yawn.

  “Let her go, and we can discuss this like—"

  “—Siblings?” I snicker. “I think we’re doing a bloody fine job of that. A fight unto the death between brothers. Couldn’t get more poetic. Except you have much more to lose now, Z. You’re mated and all that, or have you forgotten?”

  “Don’t bring my mate into this.” He snarls.

  “Ah, but she’s already making you weak, half-bro.”

  The woman over my shoulder wriggles her tight body. My cock twitches.

  “Let me go.” She snarls, and fuck if that isn't the sexiest sound ever.