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His thick, veiny shaft pulses mere centimeters from my face. My mouth waters as his smoky, rich scent punches into my nostrils, and even though I’d rather stab him with a much bigger knife than touch his imposing cock, yearning fills me. I curse my omega urges.
“You stung me once, tiny scorpion. Now it’s my turn to return the favor, although I dare say you’ll enjoy my stinger more than I did yours. Open your mouth.”
I clamp my teeth together and glare up at him, even though trepidation flows through my veins. His tip obscures the bottom half of my vision, and from my position, he looks like a water god sitting in naked splendor. The opulence of his masculine form both terrifies and titillates me.
“Deny me and your precious appa will feel my wrath,” he snarls.
My jaw aches as I open my mouth.
He will never fight fair. He doesn’t have to since he has all the power. Even without his overwhelming strength, I’ll never win while he has control over my parents, but the ease with which he wields his blackmail infuriates me anew.
I part my teeth and hold his glare, fully prepared to bite whatever he’s stupid enough to put in my mouth, but a wicked smirk flashes across his features. Silky flesh brushes against my lips as he lowers my head with his tight grip on my hair. I stare in shock as he wraps his scarred knuckles around the base of his shaft and angles his tip toward me, the visual so stimulating my belly clenches.
As massive as his hands are, his knot—even only partially inflated—overflows his grip.
I’ll never survive his rutting.
The Destroyer is an apt name for the weapon between his legs.
I blink away my stupor and grab his thighs for balance. He growls, so I flick a glance at his face and reluctantly drop my arms.
I hesitate as he runs the tip of his dick over my lips again. Without warning, he tilts his hips and forces his cockhead between my teeth.
“Bite me and your beloved omma will suffer.”
His taut voice carries no bluff. In fact, his tone suggests he’d happily torture my mother just for the thrill.
My heart goes cold even as my taste buds explode. Psychedelic colors burst through my mind as I savor his essence for the first time.
His thighs close over my arms, trapping them at my sides, and I battle claustrophobia. With his muscular legs trapping me in place, his steely cock in my mouth, and the water pattering down on us, I can’t breathe.
He doesn’t care. I sink my nails into the back of his thighs. He groans and pushes my head down. I panic as his thick shaft stretches my jaw and compresses my tongue.
When he wraps both hands around my head, my mind splinters. Terror and need rip me to pieces as he surrounds me with his massive body and invades me with ruthless thrusts of his hips, pulling back so his flange stretches my lips before surging forward to hit the back of my throat. I gag, but he repeats the movement until the rhythmic, wet glide of his cock embeds deep into my psyche and becomes the basis for my filthiest fantasies.
He angles my head and captures my attention in his intense gaze while keeping his cock in my mouth.
“Take a deep breath, tiny scorpion. Or don’t, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to fuck your throat either way,” he says.
More sensual than ever before, his voice arrows straight to my core. Fresh slick coats my inner thighs. His scar distorts with his wicked, knowing smirk.
He thrusts his hips and pulls my head down. The tip of his cock spears past the back of my throat. Pain and dark delight flow through me at his agonized groan. He tightens his grip around my head and leans back for better leverage.
Sticky warmth drips down my fingers as I sink my nails into the back of his thighs.
He sets a relentless rhythm, too fast for me to catch a full breath, but so slow my lips track the veins running along his shaft as they slide in and out of my mouth.
It’s too much. I can’t breathe.
He works deeper and deeper into my throat, pulling away so his tip hits the back of my teeth before he surges in again.
His flavor intensifies. Hot, decadent liquid floods my mouth every time he leaves my throat, impeding my already stilted breaths, but the delicious nectar slowly steals my fear. Bit by bit, I lose myself to his overwhelming control.
I don’t need oxygen. Breathing is overrated. I could drown in his seed and die in euphoria.
Urgency pulses through him. He quickens his pace. The aching of my jaw and stretching of my throat register, but flames of need lick up my body and erase my concerns.
For long, endless moments, he stays lodged deep within my throat, moving back and forth with tiny, jerking movements. Black spots dance along my periphery.
