Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Who decides what you are? Is there a sorting hat of some kind?”
“It is how you are made. Your nature.”
“How d’you mean?”
“Alpha/Omega couples always produce Alpha or Omega offspring. Beta couples will usually have Beta children, although on average, around one in five are Alphas.” He waves a dismissive hand. “It is said that occasionally, Beta couples have been known to produce Omegas, but it’s rare enough to be of no consequence.”
“Right. I see. What about Alpha/Beta couples?”
He scoffs, like I just said something ridiculous. “Those couplings never result in offspring. They’re biologically incompatible.”
I blink, trying to absorb all this stuff. “So why do you keep saying I’m an Omega? I’m not from here. I’m a human. From Earth.”
“Yes, yes. Like the others.” His hand creeps up my leg and curls around my thigh but that last statement has me reeling.
“What others?” My voice sounds like it’s coming from somewhere far away.
“The other Hoo-man Omegas,” he says. His touch on my thigh tickles, and my leg jerks. He wraps his tail around my ankle to keep me still. “Some of the other kings wanted queens to give them heirs, and since Alphas can only breed with Omegas—and there are none to be found here—they devised a way to bring some over from your planet.”
“But we don’t have Omegas on Earth!” I bleat. His so-called explanations are only leading to more questions.
“No, but your biology makes it possible for you to be turned into one. As the other queens were. As you were.” His tone has thickened. His hand is creeping towards my groin and my body responds with a surge of liquid heat. His scent is getting stronger.
“I doubt it. Surely I’d remember that.” I squeeze my thighs together to halt his wandering hand, struggling to focus on our conversation. “And even if I was… turned into one… that still wouldn’t make me your property!”
Krav lets out a low, warning growl and pounces, forcing me onto my back, caging me within his hulking arms. My heart flutters like a trapped bird, but heat surges in my core.
His face is just inches from mine, his breath warm on my lips. My skin tingles. “You are mine.” His tone brooks no argument. I whimper as he bends down and nuzzles the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, inhaling deeply. “You smell like an Omega.” He presses his lower body against mine and my thighs part automatically. He grinds against me and I can feel the ridges of his cock massaging my clit even through the blankets. Pleasure darts through me and I let out a helpless moan. “You react like an Omega,” he continues, grinding faster until I’m on the edge.
“Oh fuck, please,” I beg, humiliated by how easily he can turn me on. “Krav—”
“You even choose to call me Master,” he rasps, shifting so he’s no longer pressed up against me.
My entire focus has narrowed to that throbbing, thumping, desperate spot between my thighs. “I… I…” I’m so aroused, I’ve lost the ability to speak.
“Say it,” he growls, and I groan as my pussy reacts with another gush of slick, as he calls it.
“I…” I want to obey but my tongue is refusing to form words.
With a snarl, he rears up and yanks the blankets off my naked body, flinging them aside. My nipples tighten in the cool air. He grips one, squeezing hard enough to make me yelp before his hand slides lower, down over my belly and between my legs. “Who owns you?”
His fingertips are grazing the outer edges of my labia and dipping in and out, sending sparks of need through me. I can do nothing but whimper.
He leans down to whisper directly in my ear. His tone has changed. He’s crooning. “Just say it, pet. One little sentence and I will make you come so, so hard…”
His slippery fingertip finds my clit and circles it. I buck and writhe, trying to get the right friction.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Have you lost your tongue?” He chuckles darkly. “Do you need mine? Right here?” His fingertip moves agonizingly lower, slipping deep inside me. I cry out. “You have two choices. You can tell me what I want to hear, and I will tongue-fuck your tight, slick hole and hard, swollen little clit until you see stars…”
I clench around him. He tugs his finger out and slaps me right there, his huge hand landing squarely between my thighs. The sharp pain fades instantly, only amplifying my need.
“Or,” he continues conversationally, “we can keep doing this. Getting you so, so close—” He’s stroking my clit again and my entire body tenses, on the precipice… but at the first flutter of orgasm, he lifts his hand away, “—and denying you, over and over again.”
My frustration erupts out of me in a howl as I buck, seeking his touch.