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)
“Shhhhh, Brenya.” Sensation trickled down her spine, the Alpha crouching over her, running his tongue down each vertebrae. He kneaded the space between her shoulder blades, tugged gently at the roots of her hair. “Be still and peaceful.”
Teeth came to her earlobe, his great weight settling over her back. Something about the way he crushed her against the bed, every time he had done it, quieted fear. He took control. She emptied her mind because she had no other choice. Tranquility was enforced.
These short lapses of peace never lasted. Something would invade reason… his smell, the weight of his body. Brenya would find her head turned, her cheek to his neck. Sometimes in the fever, she relished the burn his skin inflicted on hers. Once she’d even found herself licking that muscled column much to his delight.
And then excruciating pain came.
It tore at her insides until she screamed.
Gods how she hated it, what he’d do to her when agony twisted her limbs. His weight would abate. She would be uncurled no matter how she fought him, and forced to lay upon her back. Each of her wrists would be shackled in a grip of iron, arms spread open while she raged.
His answer to her suffering was to watch her and make her watch him.
He would talk. More often than not, Brenya did not understand a word.
“It’s time to listen to me, mon chou.” When he spoke so coolly and she felt so horrid, she longed to claw out his eyes.
“Brenya, I’ll tie you to the bed if I must.”
She fought to be free, biting.
The Alpha barked, “Cease this unit 17C!”
Instantly, still as a corpse she lay, eyes staring straight ahead, anticipating orders.
“Open your legs for me.”
She didn’t, but relaxed the stranglehold keeping them together.
“Unit 17C, have I harmed you once since you woke in this bed?”
Staring at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, she said, “I am an engineering grunt. My assignment is outer Dome maintenance. I am late to my post.”
Sterner, he gave her a little shake. “Have I given you pain?”
There was a wave of unfamiliar feeling. All at once Brenya felt very sad, completely alone, and really needed to pee. She looked at the Alpha tormenting her and whined, “My arm hurts.”
A smile split that sculpted face. The tip of his tongue licked up her tears. “Poor darling, the dislocated joint will be uncomfortable for some time. But, did I cause that pain?”
“No.” He had caused the pain everywhere else. “I fell down the side of the Dome.”
Her wrists were joined above her head so he might hold them with just one hand. The tips of his free fingers moved from her brow, down the edge of her face, to hook and stroke from jaw to chin. “You woke asking for something. Tell me, mon chou, what you desire?”
It was the feeling, the weight of that part of him that was always engorged, always erect. The heftiness of his cock draped over her belly, the slide of him a little slippery from sweat and the tiny, scented drips that continued to fall from his fat crown, they were magnetic.
Her eyes automatically went to that swollen member. More fluid pulsed from its tip, pooling at her navel.
The man groaned when he followed her line of sight. Reaching between them, his finger collected the sticky glob. Her jaw was pinched until teeth parted, and between her lips that mess was smeared.
This was not the first time.
The very thought of what he was doing disgusted her, the way he forced it in, the way he made sure it was spread all over her tongue. But the taste, oh my gods, the taste had a power of its own. She sucked it from his fingers like a starving woman might lap honey straight from a buzzing hive.
Another of those cramps came, ushering after it a wave of warm fluid. Brenya released every last drop of what she had been struggling to retain. Slippery, the puddle grew, and her cramping stopped. Eyes burning in shame to have made another mess, she could never understand why the Alpha smiled each time she’d ruined the bed.
As if he could read her thoughts, he pulled his fingers from her lips and looked at what saturated the linen. His hand slipped over soggy sheets, cupping what he could catch, moving to her belly to rub it into soft skin. “This is beautiful to me, Brenya. Omegas are supposed to secrete slick for their Alphas. You honor me. There is no need to try and hold it in.”
Fully ashamed, she found her tongue. “What is slick?”
“Omegas create abundant lubrication to ease the entrance of an Alpha’s cock. You produce it now because you are sexually aroused.”
Sex…
She could feel the burn between her legs as if reliving the nightmare when he’d shoved that part of his body into hers. “Don’t do it again. Don’t, please. Oh Gods, pleeeease!” She could not stop herself, was practically groveling at the memory of the wall at her back, the terror. “I am sorry I looked at the flowers. I didn’t mean to break my helmet. I never observed the butterfly, it just landed there.”