Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“No. This is how you respond to me. Your Alpha. Your mate.” He sounds so smug, so self-assured but I can’t argue. I don’t want to.
He’s deep inside me, stretching me wide, just where I want him—but he’s not moving, and my strained thighs won’t co-operate when I try to ride him. So I swivel my hips, whimpering, willing him to give me everything I crave.
He massages my neck, supporting me as I arch my back, trying to fit more of him inside of me. My insides are fluttering around his huge girth.
“Surrender,” Bestian murmurs, and I’ve had enough of his torment.
“Shut up,” I tell him. “Shut up and fuck me.”
His abs stand out in stark relief as he tenses and sits up, leaning over so his glaring eyes are level with mine.
I lick my lips, the combination of fear and desire making my head spin as he places his huge hands on my waist, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp.
He snaps his hips upwards, bouncing me on his cock. The movement drives him even deeper inside me. Bolts of pleasure explode through my core, fireworks that grow in size and intensity.
Bestian grips my waist harder, holding me in place while he hammers me from below. I’m on top, but he’s definitely the one in control.
He slaps my breast, lightly but hard enough to sting. I shudder and clench around him.
“You like that, don’t you, little one?” he growls, slapping me again. “I can feel your cunt squeezing my cock every time I hurt you, so there’s no point in denying it.”
He gives another hard thrust and I whimper as the pleasure builds… and builds… The bulge at the base of his cock—his knot—is growing, stretching me to the point of pain. Welding me to him.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Bestian croons. “Are you going to be a good little girl and come all over my cock?”
He shifts his hips slightly, changing the angle of penetration, hitting a spot deep inside me which makes my thighs tremble.
“I’m aching to fill you up, little Omega.” Bestian’s voice reverberates through my very soul. All I can do is straddle him and take every fierce, precise thrust. “To shoot all my hot cum deep inside you… where it belongs. But first, you’re going to come good and hard… so hard that your tight little cunt fucking milks me, for so long that you squeeze out every last drop—"
The sensations reach a crescendo and I snap. Waves of searing pleasure build deep inside my core and roll through my lower belly, my pussy rippling uncontrollably.
Bestian follows me over the edge with a roar, his knot pulsating in time with my contractions. I collapse against him, loose and limp as a blanket. I’m wrung out.
When his climax has subsided, Bestian leans back, taking me with him. He lets out a growl and yet more slick gushes from my battered and satisfied pussy, pooling between us. His fingers find my hair and tug my head back.
“That’s my beautiful girl,” he murmurs. I strain upwards to find his lips, kissing him with all the feelings I can’t express. I taste myself on him. I taste him. And the blend of our essence is perfection.
SIXTEEN
Rose
I wake to a delicious ache between my thighs. My inner muscles are stretched and sore. But I’m smiling. Hashtag no regrets.
Last night was incredible. I’ve never come from penetration only before. At least, I don’t think I have. My memories of old lovers are faded and void of detail, but while I remember one or two of them being pretty good in bed, the rest left me with a palpable feeling of disappointment.
Last night blew all that away.
Rogue flutters over my face, stirring my hair. I’m back in the nesting room, lying on one side of the big bed. There’s a big dent beside me, where Bestian slept. I don’t remember him carrying me up here but the lingering heat tells me we cuddled all night.
My muscles protest as I sit up. Good thing Bestian isn’t here; I need some time to recover.
The whisp carries an ornate sheet of parchment to my hand. My gaze drifts to the alien script: My lovely Rose… I grab it and gape at the calligraphy. I can read it. Bestian did what he promised—the whisps fixed my translator chip.
My lovely Rose,
Last night, we touched and held perfection. Let us set aside our differences and embrace what Ulf has given us.
Today, you will rest. The whisps will satisfy your every whim. Tonight, you will join me for dinner.
Commands and a compliment. I should toss the note across the room. Instead, I sniff the corners for lingering traces of Bestian’s scent.
Fuck me, I’m into him.
The thought of leaving is getting less and less appealing. Yes, I want my freedom and the ability to visit Ma. But maybe there’s a way I can have my sweet cakes and eat them, too.