Page 43 of Dark Company

If this is truly an Alpha between my legs, driving me to heights of pleasure I only dreamed about, then… Oh. Oh gods. Even now, as I try to deny it, those fingers brush against my skull and heart, demanding I calm down. He fucking marked me!

Anger surges through my body, but I’m helpless to express them as he exudes this false calm into my brain. And so I lie there, seething even as he draws gasps of pleasure from my lips.

Everything aches. I’m hot, sticky, and surrounded by the scent of what I can only assume is our love making. It turns my stomach. I never wanted this. I never wanted to be at the mercy of an Alpha like this. When I thought I was still a beta, I believed I could have all the perks of being a mate without the tether that accompanied it. But I was wrong.

As an omega, I have no choice but to submit to the onslaught of his tongue, of the incessant voice whispering his vows of love into my mind. Love. What in the hell does he know of love? He doesn’t even know me. This stranger has mated me to him without knowing just who he tied to his side.

It doesn’t matter that his voice is warm and reassuring, that he accepts me for who and what I am. How can he when I’m still struggling to accept myself? Just because I carry his bite doesn’t mean he actually knows me. He only knows what my body tells him.

I detest that I can’t fight this hold. The more I struggle, the more pleasure he forces onto me until I’m nearly boneless, pliant, unable to do more than moan and writhe against him.

As he slides the hard length of him over my lower lips, I can’t help but compare him to the statue I lost my virtue on. Where the stone god was hard, unyielding, and unfeeling, this Alpha is hot and vibrant, his growls pulling even more slick from my body.

Though I’m sure I could resist climbing back onto that stone phallus, I’m unable to ignore just how right it feels as he slides deep inside me, filling me up with his pulsing heat. Maybe for just a few more moments, I can allow him to pleasure me, to drive away the demons that plague my mind. But after…. I have no earthly idea what will come next. With my mind back to rights, I’ll have to speak with him, confront him, face everything we did while I was in heat.

If the smells are any indication, then we did a lot of things I’ll have to admit to when we’re done. Shame slides over my body like a second skin as I detach myself, feeling him rocking inside me, but feeling none of the pleasure. I let a man I didn’t even know fuck me, cover me with his cum, and defile my nest. That same man marked me, claiming me as his own. How could I have let this happen?

Tears slide down my face, cutting through the grime that coats me, and I break apart. Not in the pleasurable sense, but in that bone-deep, heart-achingly painful way. As this man forces another orgasm onto my body, I’m helpless to do anything but clamp down around his knot, locking him into place deep inside my soul.

The heat of his cum as it bathes my insides is no longer pleasant. It’s an acidic substance that scalds my womb and eats away at my resolve. I want to fight back. I want to scream at him to stop, but I can’t. There’s a part of me that wants this, that wants his cum deep inside me, that wants his knot filling me until I can’t breathe.

But this is wrong. It’s so shamefully wrong. I was supposed to sleep with a beta, a man that had no hopes of ever stirring these feelings inside me. It was supposed to be cold, detached, the moving of limbs on top of limbs, but there’s nothing cold about what’s happening between us.

It’s a craving that burrows deep into my soul, a desire that I’ll never be able to get out of my brain. Now that I’ve known the possessive touch of an Alpha, I’ll never be able to go back to an ordinary beta ever again. His mark is a brand on my skin, tying me to this stranger, ripping away the last vestiges of my sanity. The cruelty of this Alpha to tear away my last defense and leave me bare and wanting.

Only after his jubilant shout of release does this man look down at me, his eyes roving over my face as concern pulls his lips into a frown. I can feel him inside me, twisting me around, telling me that this will be forever, but I can’t feel inside of him. It’s like a wall is erected around his soul. I can’t touch him like he touches me.

“Your mind is troubled.”

“No shit,” I spit out, anger bolstering my resolve. “You know that because you’ve embedded yourself into my brain.”

He leans up onto his elbows and frowns down at me. I detest how much my insides clench at that domineering glare. I loathe that he still makes me feel so fucking much when all I want to do is to be numb and lick my wounds.

“I also see the tears on your face. Have I hurt you? Are you injured?”

Lying there, I pause for a second to take stock of my body. I was so consumed with the idea that I’ve been marked that I didn’t even stop to see how badly he had damaged me in his quest to mar me forever.

“You mean besides my shoulder? You’ve rendered me unable to even move my arm.” It’s an exaggeration as I’m sure I can move things just fine when it heals, but the physical injury speaks nothing to the pain that tears my heart in two every time I so much as breathe too deeply.

I feel the bond between us, but it’s shallow, a mere figment, nothing at all like the illicit stories made it out to be. Something is missing. Something is wrong. Staring back at his gleaming chest, my core thumps once more as I lock eyes onto the place that contains his heart. There’s something there; I just know it.

If only I had a better education. If only I knew what I was doing. But no. Now, I’m stuck here with this Alpha, containing only half of a bond. Deep down, I know it’s not complete. Until I somehow mark him, he will be the one in control. He will be the one with all the power.

But how? I’m sure this hulking brute will never let me get close enough to ever let me sink my teeth into him, completing the circuit between us. Why didn’t I bite him in the throes of my heat? Did I even want to then?

The unmistakable urge to feel his blood flow over my lips and down my throat is an almost tangible, cramping need in my gut. I can’t let him have all the power. I just can’t. Panic beats at my chest as he continues to stare down at me, his expression a mixture of concern and wariness. As if he doesn’t truly understand what he’s done to me.

But he’s an Alpha. He has to know. It’s what they do, right? They mark and claim omegas. Feeling him deep inside should be a comfort, but instead, it’s a discordant vibration, an off-key reverberation that jangles along my nerves. It’s painful and possessive. It’s everything I thought I wanted, but twisted in such a way that it’s everything I never knew I could detest.

Everything betrays me at this moment. The pulsing heat between my thighs, the rod of steel that fills up my pussy, that seeks to drive away any thoughts of sedition, but worse than that, the false words that flutter about my brain. They speak of potential love, of children, of a happy home.

Lies. All of it.

How can something be right and yet feel so wrong? Perhaps it’s because he’s not the Alpha for me and mine is still out there? More tears well up, burning my eyes as they stream down. Something deep inside me cracks open under the scrutiny of his stare.

Sobbing, I lie there, unable to move for fear of injuring myself on his knot. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I take comfort in my nest, burrowing as deeply as I can, like a wounded animal seeking the comfort of their home. He’s utterly destroyed me. With a bite of his teeth, he’s ripped out my very soul and replaced it with his.

This cannot stand. I will have my revenge against him, forcing him to endure the very bond he forced upon me.