Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
A slow slide of his hips and he pulled almost all the way from the heat of her body and ever so slowly inched back in. “I could fuck you. I am fucking you. I can bend your body to my will, but your mind refuses. Maybe I should have had another Alpha take what he would. That way you could compare my love to his lust. Would you submit to me then when I came to scoop you from his nest and save you? Would you love me if you’d felt what it truly was to be used? I could not bring myself to do it, though last night I came precariously close.”
Her mind wanted to melt into the mattress, to escape from him when he spoke in such a way, but her body was a traitorous slut. Rocking her hips to his new, sluggish tempo, she followed where the Alpha would lead—lost, ruined, and desperate.
“You look very sweet while you sleep. It’s easy to forget how gullible and hardheaded you are.” Setting his finger to her clit, watching her body be dominated by such pitiless tactics, he cooed, “And then you reached for where I should have lain by your side. You reached for me even after all your refusals and accusations. Somewhere in this body of yours, you know I already own you. The pair-bond is only a formality.”
He kept her teetering on the edge to the point she could hardly comprehend words. All Brenya could grasp in that moment were actions. His actions were more often deceitful than not. A whispered moan, her eyes closing, and a smile on her mouth, Brenya said, “You’re a liar, Jacques Bernard.”
Chuckling, he angled in such a way that made her fluids squish out and drip down his sack. “Smiling as you misbehave will not spare you the rod. In fact, I think you want to be punished, and that is not behavior I wish to encourage. Be a good girl now. Tell me you’re sorry.”
“For what?”
The chains rattled, the mechanism to release clicking. “This will not do, mon chou.”
Her hands were free, but before she might enjoy it, he rolled their bodies and set her in a position that woke her from the mating high’s stupor. He was prone under her body while still inside her. She was on top, braced against his chest and taking him so deep she could hardly bear it.
His hands were not guiding her movement, in fact, they lay innocently at his sides. There was no stopping what her body did, how it wriggled and pulsed until Brenya began to move up and down his shaft. She had no clue what she was doing or why. Her head fell back, her hair brushing her spine as she took what she needed so she might know release.
He’d threatened her with bliss and here it was. It was hers, on her terms, and so close the first ripples of her tunnel were already squeezing his shaft.
“Wall unit, order four.”
He’d spoken and she’d ignored, caught up in the freedom to take. Desperate cries filled the air, the most obscene of moans… so fucking loud it took her a moment to realize they were not hers.
Eyes opening, she found one wall had come alive with a view of a familiar blonde Omega screaming release, forcing Brenya’s own to clench and take her.
“MORE! Gods it’s not enough! Fuck me harder.”
There was a man between that woman’s legs, a man pounding away with abandon. He was skinny and his glasses were gone, crying out his frustration in a voice Brenya had heard day after day in her ear.
A war broke out inside her gut, the milking clenching of orgasm breaking over muscle and bone, twisted up in a mind that began to grasp what Jacques had done… what he was showing her.
This was her punishment.
Tearing her eyes from the perversion on the wall, feeling his knot tie them together, coming despite it all, she turned a betrayed gaze to Jacques.
He smiled. “Does she look satisfied to you? I’d say not. The scrawny Beta could never give you this.”
A wave of come shot from him, blasting her insides. She groaned and bent against her will. She could not stop the little death even in a moment as awful as this.
Hand on her belly, Jacques traced his name on her skin, the vulgar sound of her friend crying out a pained release filling the air. “I find that I am a jealous man after all, Brenya. Take it to heart. Any male you touch, I’ll take their hand—if you smile at them, their tongue. Your smiles, your touches, I want them all to myself. If you give me that, I will let your George live after the Omega is done with him.”
In moments of crisis, the human body could do miraculous things. She may have been tied to him by the knot, under his power in every way, but her hand drew back and formed a fist.