Page 50 of Dark Revolution

I shake my head, the movements infinitesimal under his grip. The purring stops, and another blow lands right on top of the first one. I cry out, the nest swallowing most of the painful howl. Tears spark my eyes, but I don’t let them go. Not yet.

“Lying is another thing I’ll never tolerate from you. Keep it up; you’re doing very well at finding my limitations. Now, I’ll ask you again. Do you like this, Annora? Do you want me to keep giving you this pain your body is practically begging me for, or should I stop?”

He slides a hand down in between my legs and groans at how wet I am for him. “Your body tells me everything I need to know, Annora, but I want to hear it from you. I want you to beg me to keep going. I want to hear your filthy desires spill from your lips.”

I freeze. What he’s asking from me is impossible. I can barely admit it to myself, much less verbally tell him what I want, but he stands there, unmoving, waiting for me to beg. Right now, my need is just barely outweighed by the mortification at his request. He’s there with me, in my head, in my heart, whispering encouragement over the bond, but am I brave enough?

“Shall I go first, my precious omega? Until you, I never knew I had these thoughts or desires in me. The idea of hurting one so sacred and precious was an abomination, but you changed all that. I see and smell how aroused you get when I’m rough with you. It unlocked forbidden desires I kept hidden deep inside for decades.”

His fingers slide over that magical spot, and I melt into his touch, but his words are more erotic to me than even his caresses. “Yes, my Lord Alpha,” I murmur into the nest, hoping he won’t really be able to hear. “I want you to hurt me, to use my body, to make my brain forget any and everything except you.” I barely finish when his belt whistles through the air again, connecting a little lower this time.

“That’s my good omega. There will never be secrets between us again, understood?” I nod and rock into him, needing more than just the pain. Right now, I need both the man and the monster, both melding into one until I can’t tell one from the other. Again, as if he knows my body better than I do, he notches the head of his cock at my entrance and holds still.

Whimpering, I move back, seeking relief, but he holds my hips firm in his grasp. “Oh no. You’re not going to be the one to set this pace. I was not in control of myself last time, but I damn sure am now.” He slides forward about an inch, enough that his head slips inside of me but not deep enough where I want him.

“You are mine, little omega. Mine to tease, to torment, to fuck when and how I choose.” He slides in another inch, and the groan that spills out of me is as filthy and lurid as the thoughts bouncing around in my head. “You seem to be under the misapprehension that you have any control here. The only control you have is what I allow. Masking as a beta, you’ve forgotten what it’s like to really submit to an Alpha like me. But don’t worry, I’m a patient teacher. I’ll instruct you in every way that pleases me.”

My head swims with his words, with the masterful control he has over my body. Deep inside, I clench as more liquid eases his path. He slides in, filling me up until I can barely breathe, and holds there; the only sensation is his shaft pulsing deep inside me. I want to move, to rock against him, but his grip is unwavering.

For a moment, he pulls back, and relief swamps me as I prepare for his movements, but they never come. Instead, the soft whistle sounds in my ears before the searing pain explodes over my ass. I scream, the sound pained and gurgled, and as I tip my head back, he wraps one meaty paw around my throat, cutting off all sound.

My vision wavers as his fingers tighten, cutting off my air, but then he starts to move, filling every fiber with exquisite pleasure. Everything around me starts to fade out as my brain screams for blood, but being held on the precipice makes the slamming of his hips into mine all the more divine. I clench around his length, desperate for the release only he can give me.

“Who do you belong to, omega?”

“You, my Lord Alpha,” I manage to croak out, eyelids fluttering as consciousness begins to slip.

“Who owns you, Annora?”

My body clenches again as sparks of pleasure flutter throughout my core. “You, Master Jaxxon. Only you.” Releasing my neck, he slams me back down into the nest, holding me still as he pistons in and out of me. His knot begins to swell at the base, and I force myself to breathe and relax as he slams it home.

The orgasm tears through me, leaving me unable to move, think, or even breathe. Though last night was something spectacular, it doesn’t even compare to what it feels like now. Perhaps that’s because I’m an active participant and not just having these actions forced onto me. Though, if I’m being honest with myself, it was the forcefulness that allowed me to shatter into so many quivering pieces.

Jaxxon’s growl of completion ripples along my spine, setting off another release deep within me. His cum bathes my insides as I clench around his knot, milking him as best I can. Not much is said about this act, so I can’t say for sure whether or not I can get pregnant out of estrus, but as he continues to spurt deep inside me, I slide my free hand around to clutch my womb.

Perhaps we can be the parents I never really had. Perhaps between the two of us, we can make a family that’s not broken. If I’m being charitable, perhaps we can make a future generation that will heal Stanlion and bring peace to the sectors. It’s a dream, a fantasy that I never realized was in me, but now that I’m faced with the reality that I can easily get pregnant by my Alpha, the sentimentality comes to the forefront.

Jaxxon slides his hand underneath me, intertwining his fingers in mine. Perhaps he’s thinking the same thing? Would that be too much to hope for? My eyelids droop as his heat warms my back. My nest isn’t perfect, but it’s perfect for now. After I wake up, I’ll start making it back to how it should be.