Page 37 of Dark Company

“My Lord Alpha, if I may be so bold, you have everything you need inside you. She is an omega. Her body is built for the abuse your kind heaps upon us. You will not break her, nor will you do the wrong thing by her. Once her heat is broken, then you can make amends, but right now, she needs you. All of you. We will take our leave, but know that I’m within shouting distance if either of you needs anything.”

They walk out of the tent, leaving me alone with my omega. Setting her down in the puddle of sheets, blankets, and pillows, I stare down at her slight form, concern edging out my need to conquer. She’s so small, so tiny, so fragile. I will only destroy her. How can I make amends once she's dead?

Karis’s eyes flutter open and she looks at me, her gaze hazy. With a soft smile on her lips, she reaches for me, running her hands across the uniform that still holds my veneer of control inside. Once the thick material is separated from my body, there will be nothing keeping me from taking her.

Her legs spread apart, showing me her glistening pussy, the lips dark and swollen. They washed away all the blood from her, and for some reason, that enrages me more than having the men in my tent. With that blood on her, it was easy to remember that she was no longer pristine in the physical sense. Me fucking her won’t destroy her, as she’s already seen to that.

“Stupid, stupid girl,” I repeat as I grip the tab of my zipper and pull it down, exposing my skin to the hot air.

Her eyes widen as I show her the Alpha that will claim her, mark her, own her. Once I reach the bottom half, I groan as my cock presses into the zipper, desperation flooding my brain. Dropping to the floor, I keep that part of me still caged as I run my fingers up her inner thighs, needing to see the blood, to remind myself that she truly is mine for the taking.

Perhaps there’s more deep inside her. With one hand, I press against her thigh, pinning her to the ground as I slide two fingers inside her welcoming heat. My vision fuzzes as I feel a woman for the first time—the sensual slide of my fingers against the ridges of her inner walls as I thrust inside, touching that which only a stone has caressed.

It’s like heaven and hell rolled into a ball of emotions. The more I touch her, the more I crave. Slick gathers at my fingers as I rock them inside, and when I pull back, I smear the arousal on her inner thigh, delighted at the show of pink across her pale skin. It’s not thick and red as earlier, but it will be enough.

Rising back, I unzip the rest of my uniform, and as it falls to the floor, so does the rest of my sanity. Kneeling between her legs, I grip her slim form and notch the tip of my cock at her entrance. My breath comes in harsh gasps as I force the beast aside, determined to take her slowly.

It’s not for her benefit this time. It’s for mine. I want to feel every inch of her as I slide into her for the first time. I will never get this moment back, and so I want to relish it. Gritting my teeth, I stare down at her slit, watching with rapt attention as I inch my way in.

Her lower lips open for me, stretching around my wide girth as I force my way into the hot sheath that’s created just for me. It doesn’t matter that she’s had a stone cock up there before me; she ripples around my length, groaning as I continue to stretch her wide. Little by little, my cock disappears into her until I’m fully seated inside her body.

She’s so fucking tight. So fucking hot. It’s as if her body is a fire that surrounds mine, encasing me in her divine heat. I understand now. I finally comprehend why men die for their women, why songs are sung about them, and how I will kill any fucking thing that threatens her being.

Her eyes flutter open as I stay there, as still as her own personal statue, unable to move for fear of breaking this moment. Karis wiggles about, destroying my calm as every twitch squeezes her pussy impossibly tight around my shaft.

“Oh.” That’s the only word to drop from her lips as she looks between her legs to find me firmly lodged inside her.

And that’s when all hell breaks loose. The raw need that shines up from her eyes undoes me. Her pitch-black eyes stare at me as she wets her bottom lip with her tongue. Unable to think straight, I slide my hands down to her hips and grip her, holding her in place as I pull out and slam back in.

This time, she cries out, her soft voice singing through the air as I grind against her. Though I have no earthly idea of what I’m doing, the way her eyes roll back indicate that it at least feels tolerable to her. So far, there’s no extra blood, no screaming out in pain—nothing but the rhythmic squeeze of her internal walls as she flutters about me.

“Please. My Lord Alpha. More. I need more.”

Karis reaches up for me, her hands sliding up the thick corded muscle of my arms before she digs her nails into my skin. She swivels her hips and moans, snapping the last thread of control from me. I wanted to make this last. I wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for her, but I’m no longer in control of my actions. The beast inside knows what it wants. It knows what to do.

I no longer have to worry about doing it right or wrong, because it’s no longer me. Gripping her slim body in my meaty hands, I slam into her, reveling in the soft give of her body, of the perfumed scent of her slick. Such a night and day difference to the horrid mechanical milking machines. Every slide in and out is a revelation. It’s as if I’m worshiping her with my body, paying tribute to her with that thing between my legs I once considered worthless.

The moans dripping from her lips are the prayers of the divine. She sings out her pleasure as I ride her hard, slamming her down into the floor with every firm thrust. Perhaps it’s because of the heat, but she’s not telling me to stop. In fact, every moment she catches a breath, she begs for me to go harder.

Gripping her ass in my hands, I spread her body open to me. Perhaps she has the same gland back there that I do. Once the animal inside has its fill, I’m going to explore every fucking inch of her body, learning what she likes, what she dislikes, what makes her squirm, and what makes her cry out as she’s doing now.

My balls draw up, signaling that this journey is almost over. It infuriates me. Something this pleasurable should be able to last for far longer. My loud grunts puncture the air as I wrap my fingers around her waist and forcibly move her up and down as I fuck her with an abandon I never knew was possible. Karis is right there with me, her small legs wrapping around me, but not quite coming together. For one as strong as she is, she’s so fucking small, and sex only puts that into a starker relief.

Electricity trips down my spine as my knot begins to swell. Instinctually, I tip Karis’s hips up and slide into her fully, waiting until the tip of my cock brushes against the opening in her cervix to let everything go. As my knot swells, her body trembles. No longer are her moans soft and melodious. They’re now keening and insistent.

With my knot inflated deep inside her, I’m unable to move, yet still she tries to rock back and forth, groaning as she seeks some unknown pleasure. Karis eases her hand between our bodies, and with frantic whimpers, moves it back and forth until she cries out loud enough that I’m sure all of Stanlion heard it.

It should make me proud, want to roar back even, but I’m unable to make a sound. All I can do is watch as her body seizes up, her pussy clamping down on my knot to massage it, triggering an earth-shattering orgasm. It’s nothing like the milking machine. This time, it’s nothing but pleasure as jet after jet of cum shoots up my shaft and into her willing body.

With a soft sigh, she turns her head, exposing the column of her throat to my hungry gaze. Unable to resist the offering, I bend my head down and lap at the juncture between her shoulders and neck before biting down, letting her blood coat my tongue and teeth.

Frozen, I’m unable to move as my heart begins to pound in my chest. It’s as if someone reached inside to grab it and pump it harder. My breaths come in rough gasps, but I’m not able to let go. Something in me spurs me on to bite even harder, going through more tissue until my teeth scrape against her collarbone.

Colors explode in front of my eyes as a fine mist coats my brain, turning me inside out. Soft wisps of fog drift from my body and into Karis’s, anchoring her to me. I feel her heart beating alongside mine. I feel the pleasure as it thrums through her body at the place where we’re conjoined. Most of all, I feel the agony of my bite as it pierces her, separating the flesh and the muscles until it’s nothing but a writhing mass of pain.

Deep down, however, I feel her being. I feel the essence of Karis. I feel her tears coating my soul, watering the mist that holds us in a tight embrace. Her sorrow is my own. Her successes, her failures. I feel them as mine. The crippling despair when it comes to her sister flares through me in full view.

I understand everything now. I know why Annora never mentioned her sister was an omega. It was the fear of getting discovered. The same fear that Karis does not allow to see the light of day, but it’s there, burrowing deep into her psyche.