Page 44 of Dark Revolution

This time, when we move, the pain is less, tempered by the feeling of pleasure at his body sliding out. More liquid coats his shaft, easing the friction as he pulls all the way out, only to slam back in. It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first time, and I can finally find that thread of pure pleasure.

Following it, I hold on to the sensation as he pulls out and goes back in. Soon, there’s no more pain left, just an ache that begs for relief. My insides clench, and I recognize the sensation as the same one as just before I break apart, but this one is much more intense. The other time feels like mere sparks to the explosion that threatens to consume me.

Even if I have to endure his brutish treatment of me, if this is the end result, then I can handle a bit of pain. None of it is any worse than what I went through at the hands of the Alphas before the auction, and nothing they did ever made me feel like this afterward. Groaning, I move my hips in time with his, vaguely aware of the new sensation of stretching just at my entrance.

I’m so consumed with chasing that high, of reaching that pinnacle that I’m caught completely off guard as he roars again, slamming into me one last time before his knot expands deep inside. Everything goes blank as white-hot pleasure shoots through me. I still grind against him, milking his cock as his knot massages some hidden part of me that’s only purpose seems to bring me ecstasy.

His seed bathes my insides, scalding me from the inside out. I groan as his shaft kicks up as spurt after spurt fills my womb until I’m utterly filled with his cum. Sweat drips from his chest and plops onto my back as he leans up, shifting a bit, driving even deeper into me. Another wave of pleasure washes over me, not as intense as the first, but still enough to make my toes curl.

Sighing, I arch up, and his lips slide across the place where my neck and shoulders meet. I smile at the small, sweet caress, shivering when his tongue reaches out to lick the spot. My eyes drift close as a smile eases across my lips. Jaxxon’s mouth opens, and I bring up my shoulder, expecting him to lick me again or at the very least kiss me.

Pain freezes me as his teeth sink in deep, tearing into my flesh. I can’t even scream because the agony is just too much. Knives slice into my shoulder as his teeth tear through muscle and into my bones. I knew claiming was a brutal thing, but nothing I’ve seen or heard could prepare me for the intense torment racing through me.

Not even his knot can dissipate the throbbing ache as blood fills the wound. My pulse pounds through my head, matching the dull refrain in my shoulder. I am now irrevocably his. Deep inside my soul, the delicate threads of our bond start to weave together, joining us as one. I struggle against him, fighting past the pain to pull us apart. I can’t let this happen. I can’t let him own my soul as well as my body.

Growling, he holds me tight, biting down even more. Crying out, I force myself to still, not wanting to cause any more damage to my poor body. As I lay there, the strands turn into cables which, in turn, turn into roots that dig down deep inside me. I can feel him there, in my soul, fragmented and in anguish.

More tears fall as his own soul is laid bare to me. I feel everything - his intense hatred for the man who stole his omega, his fear for me, his undying desire to keep me safe. Deeper down, I feel his hunger for me - Annora, not the omega he used to have, but for me. It’s buried under the onslaught of his memories, but it’s there, struggling to come free.

I can’t dig any further. It’s far too much for me to take in. Fatigue slams into me as I snuggle into my nest, waiting for his knot to abate. For once, I feel sated, satisfied, like I belong. I detest that being an omega finally feels right and that this was the catalyst for it, but it’s better than fighting.

Once Jaxxon is back in his right mind, we might be able to move forward. It helps to know that deep down, he has my best interests at heart, but can I forgive him for using me this way? If he’s not sane, does it still count? I’d like to think that even at Jaxxon’s worst, Caulder would still be even more horrific. At least with Jaxxon, part of him wants me because of who I am and not the womb I own.