Page 61 of Dark Goodbye

“I was so scared,” she confesses, throwing herself into my arms. “I couldn’t be like the others, and once I found the commune… Let’s just say, they didn’t take kindly toward Alphas. I knew what my life could have been like if I stayed. It would have been boring, colorless, but safe.”

“And is that what you want? Safe?” I hold my breath, bracing for her reply.

“No. I want you.”

My heart soars in my chest, pounding in a rapid staccato as I devour Ladria’s lips with my own. This is how it should have been between us. Always. My fingers skim the column of her neck, sliding down to the swell of her breast. Groaning against her mouth, I pinch her taut nipple, my cock swelling as she squirms beneath the ferocity of my touch.

A soft knock at the door brings me back to reality. However much I want to forget everything and bury myself in her, there is a time and place. And right now, she needs to atone for her actions.

Pulling away, I smirk, noting the flush on her lips and face. The scent of her arousal hangs heavy in the air. My little omega wants it bad. So very bad. In one fluid motion, I walk over to the door and receive the tray.

I motion for Galansce to come closer so I can whisper to him where Ladria can’t hear. “Are you able to make dulcisonem?”

He pulls back, his face twisting up in disgust. “Are you implying there is something I’m not able to cook?”

“Fine. Just make it then. Enough posturing.” Before he can respond, I shut the door in his face, cutting off any blustering retort he might manage.

From the bed, Ladria stares at the tray, her eyes wide. Once more, that bite of fear spices the air as she realizes what it holds. Without saying a word, she screws her eyes shut and opens her mouth.

Holding the chuckle at bay, I slip into her mind, sussing out her thoughts on what I’m about to do to her. I know the last time burned her pretty badly… that is… that’s what she led me to believe. There, in her mind’s eye, her thoughts are laid bare to me.

Maybe if I really sell it to him, he’ll do the yummy hot stuff then get back to having sex with me. How much is too much to be believable? Will he give me more this time? I hope so. It was delicious.

Sitting back, I allow my omega to hang herself with the rope I’m handing her, listening to her thoughts as she squirms on the bed. Luckily for me, I planned on a different route this time, one that did not involve her taste buds.

“Close your mouth, omega. Do you remember what I said last time?”

She tilts her head to the side, contemplating my words until dawning finally hits her. “No.” The word is barely a whisper, and yet, I can feel it emblazoned on my soul.

“Oh, oh yes, my dear. Now strip for me. Bare that pussy to my gaze. Who knows, maybe if you do a good enough job, I’ll forget all about your punishment.” The lie slips easily from my lips as her trembling fingers reach for the top button of my shirt.

Reaching down, I cup my balls, groaning as I squeeze them. The scent of her arousal perfumes the air, spiced with that hint of apprehension, a heady decadent scent that teases my nose, begging me to pounce and devour her. Since she’s no longer in heat, I can indulge myself without fear of the rut taking over me, and I plan on taking full advantage.

One by one, the buttons slip through the holes, exposing the expanse of her chest. My cock surges forward as more smooth, creamy skin is revealed. As she slips the shirt off of her shoulders, my mouth waters as I stare at her hard, perfect little nipples.

Ladria’s movements are tentative, bashful even, reminding me of just how innocent she still is. Groaning, I slide my fingers up, rubbing my cock through my pants. It throbs as her face turns a very delicate shade of pink.

She works on the pants she’s wearing, turning to bend over as she slides them down, but stops when she gets to her wrapped ankle. Fuck. In my need to punish and pleasure her, I forgot all about it.

Grasping her by the hips, I toss her onto the bed and finished pulling the pants down, taking great pains to ease the fabric over her foot. As I turn the injured ankle about in my hands, she winces but remains silent.

Her skin is a mottle of purples and reds, reigniting my ire. “You could have snapped your ankle, you know. What were you thinking, jumping from the window like that.”

Ladria purses her lips and crosses her arms, glaring at me. “It’s not like I could have just walked out the door. Where else was I supposed to go?”

“You could have just stayed here and talked to me when I got home.”

“What good would that have done? You would have just fucked me into submission, chaining me once more to you with the pleasure you bestow upon me.”

“You have a point,” I admit with a sigh. Shaking my head, I head to the bathroom to get some supplies. Whoever tended to her did a decent job, but it’s nowhere near up to my standard of work.

We both remain silent as I maneuver her foot into position and wrap it up tightly. It should be fine within a week. The injections I used for her shoulder will do just as well on her ankle.

Before she can say another word, I turn her onto her stomach and stare down at her ass. I run my fingers down the round orbs for a moment before giving them a light smack. Ladria moans, arching her hips up into the air, ankle all but forgotten.

A smile eases across my face as I pad over to the armoire and rummage around, searching for my belt. If ever there is a time that calls for this sort of punishment, it’s now. Resting my hand on her tailbone, I protect the delicate area, just like I’ve seen Langston do.

The strip of leather whistles through the air right before it cracks against her skin. My cock pulses as Ladria cries out, her nimble hands flailing back to touch the heated skin.