Page 41 of Dark Revolution

Chapter 13

Annora

Heat engulfs my body,and try as I might, I can’t escape the inferno. Every breath I drag into my lungs is filled with a spicy aroma that turns my insides molten and brings that strange wetness in between my thighs. Gasping, I force myself awake, struggling under the mountain of man on top of me.

Easing my hand free, I bring it down, terror seizing my lungs as I find myself wet again. In the shower, I could play it off as water, but I can’t anymore. I’m going into heat, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Who said you could touch my pussy, hmmm?” Jaxxon’s voice is deep, thick with sleep, but his hand reaches out to grasp mine and bring the wet fingertips to his mouth. His tongue slides over the pads, teasing the skin before drawing them into his mouth like I did his cock.

The sensation goes straight down to the area he tormented earlier, and I can’t help the strangled moan that slips past my lips. What dark sorcery is he wielding against me that I find myself unable to resist him? I’ve been able to be around other men, Alphas included, and not give two thoughts about them. But Jaxxon? Jaxxon plagues my dreams, haunts my waking hours.

I cannot breathe without his scent lodging itself into my brain, embedding him deep into my psyche. The feelings that swirl through me are overwhelming, and if I allow myself a moment to think, I find myself unable to function. In the span of days, possibly weeks, I’ve gone from a productive, contributing member of society to some mass of hormones and need that can’t be satisfied.

Now I know why we omegas are not allowed to touch ourselves or explore our bodies. If I knew such pleasure existed, I’d never get anything done. I would hole up in my room and touch myself until I was too tired to stay awake. Hell, I might still work that magical spot even in my sleep. Who knows?

“Are you hungry?”

Glancing up, I note the glint of mischief in his eyes, and heat infuses my face. If he’s teasing, I don’t know the joke. Perhaps since I’m now his omega, it’s my job to prepare the meal for him. My lips turn down as I slide to the edge of the bed and begin padding to the kitchen. Hopefully, there’s something he likes in there because I sure as hell don’t know what to feed him. It’s been Karis and me for so long that I’ve completely forgotten what males need.

Even when Mother and Father were still with us, I never had to prepare the food. Closing my eyes, I pause at the door frame and force my brain to think back. I’ve suppressed so many of those memories, choosing to carry on and live for Karis and myself instead of wallowing in grief. Has it really been all those years ago? My heart pounds in my chest as I conjure up a memory of all of us at the table.

Karis would still be eating formative nutrition, but we all would have solid meals. Did Father ever eat the same thing as us? The familiar smell of Springbok and root vegetables fill my brain, but for some reason, I don’t think he ate that. Warm hands slide around my naked waist, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Where are you going, little omega?”

“To prepare your food. Isn’t that my job now?”

Jaxxon turns me in his arms, a frown marring his face. “I would prefer you prepared the meals when I’m unable to assist, but I would like to think it’s something we can do together. That is if you don’t mind.”

Did Father ever help my mother? The memories, too long suppressed, refuse to come back to the surface. No doubt anything I imagine now will be tainted with my life experiences. Still, from what I know, it’s not normal for an Alpha to stoop so low as to be in the kitchen. He hunts the food, and the omega prepares it. It’s that simple.

“Besides,” he continues, his frown disappearing as that grin returns. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.” He scoops me into his arms and throws me down onto the bed. Smiling wide, he bares his teeth at me and stalks forward.

Fear and desire pool low in my gut as he slides his nose up my calf and across my thigh. Does he mean to eat me? “I promise I don’t taste good.”

“Oh, on the contrary. I think you’re the best dish I’ve ever had.” His mouth descends on me, and for a brief moment, everything freezes as I await his bite. It doesn’t happen, though. Instead, his tongue swipes against my lower lips as his groan vibrates the delicate skin. “Perfection.”

Lying back on the bed, I close my eyes as he assaults me with his mouth. Perhaps I keep judging him like I would the Ferals roaming outside. To this point, he’s contradicted every single prejudice I’ve had against Alphas and keeps surprising me at every turn. His finger slips inside me, far easier than it did last night.

A soft sigh escapes my lips as my legs part, falling on either side of his head. Growling, he slides his hands under my butt and lifts me up, devouring me much easier. That familiar niggle of arousal coils again in my gut, and I can’t wait for the promised release. He drives his finger in and out of me, stopping as he gets to the barrier.

Deep down, I know further pleasure awaits once he breaks through, but the very thought of him doing so terrifies me to my very core. It’s the one thing about me I have left. Once he takes that, I’ll be no better than the fallen omegas and betas servicing the other Alphas in the brothels. What’s to keep him from casting me aside once he rips away that which makes me pristine.

Pulling out, he continues to torment me with his tongue, and all thoughts flee my mind. I can’t concentrate on anything good or bad when he’s weaving his black magic around me. Arching up, I grind into his mouth, moaning as the coil becomes tighter. I know I will break apart soon, and I writhe against him, spurring that sensation on.

I’m so close. Just a few more moments and that mind-numbing pleasure will wash over me until I’m just a boneless, limp woman. But he stops. I’m about to burst when he pulls away. Frantic, I stare up at him, searching his gaze with my own. Gone is the smile from earlier, and instead, his lips are set in a firm line.

“I’m not going to get you off this morning. Consider it part of your punishment from yesterday.”

“But, why? What did I do?”

Sitting back on his heels, he crosses his arms and stares me down. “I owe you twelve strikes. Or do you not remember? I was planning on giving them to you last night, but we both became...occupied.”

“And so, you’re punishing me now? Now when I’m so close to - to.”

“Close to what, Annora? Use your words for me.”

“What fucking words do you want me to say? I don’t know what you want from me!” Standing on the bed, I rise to my full height, fury vibrating through me. This is the last straw. How even fucking dare he take this pleasure from me, the one thing that doesn’t suck about being an omega.