Page 38 of Dark Revolution

“There will be a lot of changes around here,” he continues. “Most of them, you’re not going to like. For that, I’m sorry. You didn’t choose your dynamic, and neither did I. We are both pawns in the games of the gods, but at least we can choose some of the rules. I will never again tolerate you wanting to change your dynamic back to that of a beta. You are an omega - my omega - and that’s something to be proud of.”

Snorting, I toss my head about, shaking his hand off of me. “What is there to be proud of? That I’m a breeding vessel for your vile seed?”

“Vile? Is that what you consider the holy seed of an Alpha?”

I clamp my mouth shut, cowering at the fury in Jaxxon’s eyes. “Please. Please don’t hurt me. I -.”

Bending low, he grips my hair again, and that strange twinge in my lower half returns. “When are you going to get it through your thick skull that I’m not one of them. I’m not an asshole Alpha sent to destroy you and ruin your life. Will I cause you pain? Yes. Will I ever harm you? I’d rather cut off my own cock than to ever see you harmed. Those imposters out there know nothing of what it means to love and cherish an omega. Yes, they do see them as breeding vessels, but that’s not how I see you.”

He pushes the button two times in rapid succession, and the leash loosens until he’s able to rip it off of me. Yanking me into his arms, he doesn’t even give me a chance to beg for mercy before carrying me into the bedroom and past the bed into a small but elegant bathroom. Pausing to slam the door behind him, he looms over me, stealing my breath with every step he takes towards me.

There is no escape.

I’m trapped in here with a feral Alpha bent on taking his displeasure out on me. Scrunching my eyes shut, I huddle into myself as he comes near, bracing for the pain I know he’s about to inflict. Instead of him raining blows upon me, the sound of water spraying tile greets my ears. I open up one eye and then the other, watching as Jaxxon starts to remove his clothes.

The shirt slides overhead, revealing his toned abs and chest. I glance away as his hands go towards his pants, but he won’t allow it. “Eyes on me, omega,” he growls, his voice laced with violence. Unable to refuse the order, I look back, staring as inch by inch he slides his pants down, freeing his engorged dick.

Blood drains from my face as I watch it bob before me. Not even Derek, the Alpha with Caulder that tormented that poor beta, was this big. In an instant, the room fades away, and I’m back at Hungry Desires as the men taunt the woman, forcing self-inflicted pain onto her. My ears fill with the sounds of the whimpering beta, and my body does what it does best - runs. I turn, every thrum of my heart ordering me to leave, but Jaxxon’s hand stops me. “No, omega. You will look at me. All of me.”

Pushing me back against the wall, he strokes himself, his massive hands sliding up and down his shaft as fluid begins to ooze from the top. The most delicious smell wafts from his body, and I can’t help but lick my lips as another twinge twists my insides. “I want you to take a good look at what you consider vile.” Gripping the back of my neck, he bends me forward until my face is just inches away from his cock.

The scent intensifies, and I nearly moan at the heady, musky aroma coming from him. “Open.” I stand there, rooted to the spot. What could he possibly gain from that? My eyes flit up to his, and the hunger shining from their depths steals my breath. “I gave you an order, omega. Or do I need to find something to force your mouth open with?”

Shaking my head, I part my lips, waiting for his next command. Instead of saying anything further, he plunges my head down until the tip of his cock invades my mouth, pushing deep inside until I’m unable to breathe.

“If you bite down on me, or nick me with your teeth, so help me, you will not be sitting for a decade,” he growls, tightening his fist in my hair. I stretch my mouth open as wide as I can, but it’s still not enough. He’s far too huge. My tongue flits about, angry at having nowhere to go where I can’t taste him.

In an act of desperation, I force my tongue against his tip in a pathetic attempt to unseat him, but instead, I swipe against his head, drawing his taste deep inside my body. Electricity jolts through me, and I want more, crave more. Wrapping my lips around him, I suck hard, drawing every bit of fluid I can out of him.

His strangled groan reverberates in my ears as his hands fist my hair harder. That mysterious wetness appears again, and once more, fear causes me to freeze. No. No, no, no, no, no. I can’t be going into heat. Not this soon. I thought I had more time. My brain whirls a mile-a-minute, and if not for Jaxxon’s hand forcing my head to stay where it is, I would have run off. Again.

I know I can’t run from all my problems, but I need to breathe. I can’t do that with Jaxxon’s sacred rod inching even further down my throat. Gagging, I grip his thighs, unsure if I want to push him away or use him as a rock to stabilize me. Luckily, I don’t have to make that decision. Jaxxon’s other hand wraps around to keep my head in place as he rocks back and forth, sliding his shaft back and forth over my tongue.

My eyes roll in the back of my head at the strange friction, and somewhere down below, my body answers him as I rock my hips back and forth, matching his rhythm. I have no clue why I’m doing it, but it doesn’t feel natural to just sit still while he violates my mouth. The feeling thrumming through me makes me squirm as fire rushes through my veins.

I need something from him. I don’t know what it is, but my body knows. It’s not telling me a damn thing, but it knows. My hands drift up to caress the hot, pulsing flesh, and I slide them up and down, mimicking the movements I’ve seen the Alphas make. If it feels good for them to do it, then surely it would feel good if I did it. I’m rewarded with a guttural groan as his pace falters.

Grinning as best I can around his girth, I redouble my efforts, taking time to squeeze and massage the knot as it begins to form. I chance a brief glance, and everything loses meaning. Jaxxon stands over me, body glistening, eyes as black as True Night. He’s like some mythic, pagan god sent to defile me, and I’m his sacrifice.

His brows pull down into an angry slash as he pulls himself out of my mouth. Leaving me on the bathroom floor, he races out into the bedroom. I don’t leave the space, but I stand on shaky legs, watching as he sprays his liquid all over my sheets, pillows, and blankets. My heart stutters in my chest as I watch him ruin all the linens. Sure, they smelled wrong, but now they’ll smell like him and his sacred seed.

Tears pool in my eyes as more fluid than I dreamt possible pours out of him. He roars as if he’s angry, in pain, or both. I know I defied him, but I don’t know what I did to make him so angry that he would ruin my things. The way he spoke, the way he let me pick through all of it, said that it was mine. And now, it’s just a soggy mess.

Crumpling to the floor, I wrap my arms around my waist as my world finally caves in on me. This time, it’s not just the pain from my body that drives me to sob. It’s everything. It’s Karis, it’s this damn underground house, it’s the fact that I’m a fucking omega, and I can’t even stop this bastard from ruining the one thing that was mine. This was supposed to be my nest. If what I recall is true, then this is a sacred space for omegas.

He just doused every surface he could with his essence. Yes, I called it vile, but to then ruin my nest with it? I wish he would just beat me. I’ve learned to handle pain, but to destroy my stuff? My sobs are so loud that I don’t even hear him coming back into the room. It’s not until his arms are around me, his purr pouring into my body, that I know he’s here.

I can’t push him away. I need his purr to help me function. And that’s what’s most fucked up about this situation. Before, I was fairly independent. I didn’t need a man, and now, I can’t go a few moments without breaking down.

“Shhh. Shhh, little omega. Annora, listen to me. You’re okay.”

“No. No, I’m not okay.” The frantic scream rising from my throat is sharp and shrill, but I don’t care. Hysteria bubbles up from inside me as he purrs some more, louder this time to compete with my screaming. “You just ruined my nest, you asshole. You’ve kidnapped me, declared me as yours. What part of this is okay?”

He frowns for a moment, his purr stuttering as he draws back in shock. “When did I ruin your nest?”

“What do you call that stuff you just sprayed all over it? I know I’m not a normal omega, but I’d like to think that others would be appalled by what you just did. I have every right to be upset by your actions, and your purring is only going to dull the pain, not take it away.”

Shaking his head, he leads me over to the sullied corner, and I stop, yanking my hand in an attempt to free myself from his grasp. Undeterred, he scoops me up again and drops me down into the sticky mess. I thrash about for a moment, furious that he would cover me in this slime, but then I pause, sniffing at the linens underneath me.