Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Squeezed around his searing invasion, she tried to drive him out, and only inspired him to moan in bliss. When she panted in time to his rhythm, he praised her.
In a sunken bed that smelled sweet and equally strange, staring at the mosaic ceiling of a room as foreign to her as the male using her body, Morgaine understood exactly what Alphas were capable of.
It was like being dragged up a mountain, legs twisted and back bent. It was like being filled with writhing snakes and liquid gold. Cell by cell, sensation took over, locking her away in a part of her mind that was blurred by pleasure whether she’d invited it or not.
Her control was as cloudy as the Alpha’s eyes, and then even that was taken from her.
Something changed in the shape of the shaft stabbing into her belly. It pulled, grew and caught at the mouth of her cunt.
A forming knot.
Just like the Omega she’d watched on the wall, Morgaine began to wail for release… and then it came. Everything inside her twisted, seized about his knot and pulled him into a belly sore from the stretch, yet needy for more.
When the first spurt of boiling seed sprayed her womb, she screamed.
There was no word for such feeling.
Another eruption of come, and she bit his bicep to keep from howling.
A third, a fourth, and she was certain her body would burst apart from the pressure of his spurting semen built up behind the knot.
His forehead came to hers, the male panting, “Youvertr’kril, dorngut yaka nilie.”
When the world stopped spinning, Morgaine found her hands had tangled in his hair. Holding to him, even her legs had wrapped around his waist.
She held on to him as if life itself could only be found in his embrace.
It was as Sergeant Uriel had claimed. Nothing in life had moved her as much as being mounted. Staring at the milky eyes shining down at her, knowing it could have been any Alpha… grasping that the males knew the power they might wield… turned what had been beautiful into something tarnished.
To be Omega was to be consumed, fed upon, and discarded.
Would it have felt different in the pleasure chambers, or would she have been dragged to such heights by male after male who’d paid Esin’s fee? Where was the intimacy and love Uriel had spoken of?
Everything felt like a lie.
Running her hands from his shoulders, fingering muscled arms, Morgaine made herself learn the shape and texture of him, made herself recognize who he was and what he had done.
Inside her belly he was still hard as stone, and when she moved her hips, she found her body locked to his. The knot persisted, tying them together. Exquisite as it was horrid.
It seemed wrong that she had enjoyed it, worse still that she would enjoy it time and time again. They don’t use you only once. Uriel had made that clear. Esin had made that clear. The males who had gathered outside the glass cage had made that clear.
Heart breaking, she looked into the eyes of the man whose cock still twitched inside her and said her name. “Morgaine.”
At first, he seemed to misunderstand, but then he smiled. “Simin. Heidron Simin Gralloch.” A light kiss was pressed to her mouth. “Kor’yr Morgaine.”
There was a ripple in her internal muscles, a tightening around his girth. As it happened, she watched Simin’s eyes close on a sigh of pleasure. He was still in ecstasy, caught up in rapture as another wave of come was drawn from his body deep into hers.
Settling back against his cushions, she closed her eyes to wait it out and think of anything else.
Her apathy was unacceptable to the male, who rocked deeper against her, rubbing himself where she was tender, until she too was moaning.
When he licked his thumb and reached between their bodies to manipulate the nerves of her clit, it only took three strokes until she was climaxing again, whimpering as her insides went wild and as that invasive knot seemed to grow even larger.
He would not leave her alone.
When nature had decided their coupling was at an end, the knot shrank, a wave of fluid gushed from her body, and his still hard cock started the game all over again.
The Alpha took her five times, over and over, offering Morgaine no rest or escape from how he could make her body sing. When he was finally finished, he lay with his mouth near her breast, indolently toying with her nipple, chuckling every time he flicked his tongue over the pert tip, no matter how she whimpered.
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Joints aching, Morgaine worked to extricate her body from the weighted limbs of a giant. And a giant he was—taller than Esin or Uriel, darker skinned too—scarred, rough, and unashamed of doing what he wished to her body without explanation or gentle suggestion.