Page 32 of Dark Company

I want, no, need, him to throw me down in the sand and cover my body with his and thrust deep inside me, easing that ache that pounds relentlessly between my thighs. He’s massive enough that he can probably shield my naked body from the others with his own.

“I will not. You are not mine to touch. Please stop embarrassing yourself in front of all these other Alphas.”

Stunned, I pause as I process his words. He’s embarrassed of me? An omega? My body is doing its damnedest to entice him, and he considers it an embarrassment? As if I have any sort of say over what my body craves. There is only one rational thread left in my brain, and it’s the only thing keeping me from forcing myself onto him.

He should be grateful that one such as I deign to grant him access to something that’s considered so rare on Stanlion that it has to be controlled, meted out to other Alphas like a substance that’s so addictive that it has to be watched with the utmost scrutiny.

None of the betas in the commune would dare say I was being an embarrassment, and yet, this Alpha with his respirators had the gall to say that to me. If I tear them out, will it send him into a rut? Make him so desperate for my pussy that he takes leave of all rational thought just to bed me?

A snarl rumbles up my throat as I claw at the fabric of his back. He hasn’t seen embarrassing yet. Once he’s bested by me, then he’ll know the meaning of the word. I’ll have his cock one way or another.

I have no concept of how the omegas on Stanlion behave, but he’s no longer in that dark place of repression. I am an omega that’s free of all of that, no doubt an anomaly. He’s so cruelly depriving me of my trophy fuck. The least he can do is take the place of that thin shaft that had no hopes of satisfying me, anyway.

I have no clue what this Alpha’s cock looks like, but based on the wide breadth of his shoulders, it’s got to be massive. More slick gathers at my folds as I picture him sitting there, still as a statue as I lower myself onto him, riding him until I can get this damned ache to stop.

Heat engulfs my body as I rub myself against him, my own growl low in my throat as he attempts to pry me loose. That he growls back in kind does nothing to deter me. In fact, the more he growls, the wetter I become until I’m sure I’ve soaked the front of his precious uniform.

I should be ashamed of how my body is reacting. Hell, I wasn’t even this wet when first confronted by Alexi, but for some reason, this defies rational thought. It feels right, natural. Perhaps it’s because I’m in the presence of such a strong Alpha, and my body knows what it needs to do to accommodate him. There shouldn’t be anything embarrassing about that.

I will have my shaft—whether or not it’s from him. Eyes wild, I look around at the men that surround us. His men. Strangers that desecrated the commune, polluting it with the stench of war and aggression. They all seem to be wearing respirators, which is probably why they didn’t go into a frenzy at the scent of so many omegas.

From what I understand, it doesn’t matter what their dynamic is, a male will want to fuck any omega that goes into heat. I guess I should be grateful. The respirators allow them to maintain their sanity while I start to lose mine. The scent of their bodies invades my nose as I look for the one that will ease this damned ache that won’t go away.

Most of them are betas, but several are Alphas as well, though none are as large as the one holding me except for one. He stares at me, his brow furrowed in thought, but he doesn’t at all seem taken by me. None of them are. What type of men are these that an omega as pretty as I am, and going into heat doesn’t tempt them?

None of them look at me. Instead, they keep their eyes down on the ground, refusing to meet mine as this brute carries me out of the commune without even asking if I want to go. Indignation burns through me, filling me with a heat that has nothing to do with the estrus that twists me about. How dare he take me away from my new home and among men that won’t even give me the chance to look into their eyes?

Howling, I squirm and buck. Anything to get free and run to the haven of the commune. I’m not thinking straight. I can’t be. Not with the way this Alpha handles me. He holds onto me as if he owns me, something I vowed just this morning will never happen.

Again, he drops his hand onto my ass, peppering the skin with his hard swats until my entire body aches. My nipples brush against his upper back as he jostles me, sending a torrent of need flooding through my body. This is nothing like when Alexi was teasing me. This is far worse.

If I don’t escape soon, I won’t be able to free myself from this brute. Already his scent is becoming embedded in my nose. It’s a wild, masculine scent that smells of sun, earth, moon, and stars. It’s as if he’s an entire universe wrapped up in one muscle-bound male.

“Please. I - I need-.”

“I can’t give you what you need, princess,” he murmurs, his voice sliding against my skin like cool water down a parched throat. “I cannot touch you without the fear of breaking you. You are not mine to have. Please. Do not ask this of me.”

His voice breaks, as if he’s welling up with emotion. But he’s an Alpha. Alphas don’t have emotions. What sort of man is holding me? And what will he do with me if he doesn't take me?

Chapter 9

Altris

My balls tighten at her plea. It’s only by the grace of the gods that I have my respirators in. It was smart to have them. I had no idea what type of place I’d find her in, but I wanted to be prepared. Even with them in, the sweet, honeyed scent of her slick teases me with faint wafts that leave me hungry for more.

Already my shaft swells with blood until I’m hard enough to fuck her into the middle of next week. It doesn’t feel like the forced ruts, but it’s close. Too close. I can’t be in her presence much longer for fear of taking her and hurting her. Unable to stand her maddening weight against my body any longer, I take her into the nearest tent and plop her onto the ground.

There’s no way this little brat won’t try to escape, so even though she’s technically royalty, I have to chain her up like she’s a hardened criminal. She stares at me with those enormous eyes of hers, the pupils so wide they’re nearly black. But I can still see the ring of gray around it, the same gray that flashed at me in annoyance while everyone else just quivered in fear.

What manner of omega is this? Nothing I’m doing or saying is deterring her. When I spanked her, she seemed to crave it, even arching that perfect ass out for me to strike her some more. She upsets my calm in a way that’s dangerous, and it’s not just her scent.

Everything in me screams to consume her, to tame her, but I can’t. If she were any other omega, I’d be well within my rights to go into a rut and claim her, but I can’t. Jaxxon would kill me. Granted, with the way my balls are aching, perhaps death is a far more merciful outcome.

Her nipples strain up from her body as I gather her wrists into one hand and slam them against the wooden tent pole in the center. From there, I grab the nearby restraints and cuff her hands before looping the chain on a nail. Karis twists and turns, showing off her lovely curves, just barely hidden under the virginal gown, as she tries to pull free.

The more she twists, the more the gown gives way until it splits down the front, revealing far more than any man is allowed to see. But I can’t turn away. The image of her, mostly naked, is forever seared into my brain. Is that the nature of a gown like this? To tear at the slightest provocation?

Unable to help myself, I kneel forward, locking eyes on her as I pull at the gown in a feeble attempt to cover her back up. The moment my hands get near, she twists again, wrenching the fabric in my grasp, making it far worse. The flimsy garment rends some more, splitting until it’s on other side of her in tatters, no longer hiding anything from my gaze.