Page 9 of Prelude to a Revolution

Though part of me wants to shut off the mom part of her brain, I know she will never be able to - even when all of our children are grown and mated. I just have to accept it and accommodate it as best as possible. For Sonria, being able to look up and make sure Karis is okay is enough to let her relax and enjoy my touch.

Nimble fingers work at the buttons and zippers on my pants before she peels the thick material from my body, skimming her mouth against the bulge in my boxers. Groaning, I fist her hair into my hand and hold her there for just a moment. Sonria chuckles, then slides her fingers into the tight bands and pulls them down, freeing my erection.

Her breath is hot against my skin, and I want nothing more than to defile her mouth. With a soft sigh, she opens for me, and I don’t hesitate. Angling her head the way I want it, I surge in, stopping just above my knot. As a beta, she can’t take me the same way an omega can, but I don’t care. Her mouth is addictive, a hot cavern that I can lose myself in.

Sonria groans as I force my tip into the back of her throat, and she reaches out her hands to massage my knot. Just because she’s a beta doesn’t mean she can’t satisfy my needs. I let my head fall back as she works her magic, grunting as she bobs her head along my length.

I don’t want to come down her throat. I want my seed deep in her pussy where it belongs. Pulling away, I ignore her little moue of disappointment, chuckling inwardly at the cute pout. Reaching down, I swipe my thumb along her bottom lip and walk over to a small drawer on the other side of the bed to pull out a sexual device to help with tonight’s proceedings.

Most Alphas don’t care about a beta’s pleasure. They use them just as they would an omega and don’t give two shits about the physical consequences. But I’m not like them. I want my woman to writhe beneath me in pleasure as opposed to agony. True, I could just force my way into her tight body, but what is the purpose of causing her harm?

Sonria rises from the bed, her movements slow and sensual as she slides off her shirt, exposing her pert breasts to my hungry gaze. I palm the device and stride over, taking her place on the bed so I can watch her strip for me. It takes all my willpower not to grab her and throw her down next to me so I can devour her body.

Next are her pants. She turns around, showing me her ass as she shimmies them down to the floor. Unable to resist, I encircle my arms around her waist and pull her onto my lap, letting my cock rest in the crevice of her ass. Spreading my knees wide, I ease her legs apart until she’s as spread as she can be.

Her moans are breathy and soft as I slide my free hand down to her pussy and rub the underwear against her sensitive flesh. Gods but she’s gorgeous. I pull the thin fabric aside and rest the device against her clit, letting the coolness of the metal chill her heated flesh.

She squeals and grinds against me, attempting to get free, but I hold her in place, not allowing her to move. I continue to tease her, running the device up and down her lips, coating it in her arousal.

“Get on the bed, love. Face down and knees spread. Just how I like you.”

Without wasting another second, she scrambles off my lap and clambers onto the bed, tilting her ass into the air. She’s exquisite. I stand there for a moment and just stare at her, taking in her glistening lips as the fabric of her panties pulls tight, her arousal gleaming on her inner thighs. Like a man possessed, I slide underneath her and pull her body down so that she’s sitting on me, yanking the soaked fabric to the side.

Her taste explodes on my tongue as I slide it up one side and down the other, pausing for a moment to dive inside her pussy as deep as my mouth will allow. I don’t stop until her body quivers above mine and her moans turn into pleas. Only then do I insert the device and turn her over.

Soft whimpers assault my ears as it opens her up, stretching her in increments, preparing her for my knot. I know it’s uncomfortable, but it’s better than just ramming in there without taking any care for her body. I’d much rather her have mild discomfort over actual damage.

As the machine works inside of her, massaging her walls, I crawl up her body and latch onto one of her nipples while pinching the other. Having this bite of pain helps distract her from the other. Her moans fill the room, making my cock throb and leak precum.

Soon, I’ll be deep inside her, filling her deeper than that machine ever could. I finish making my way up to her mouth and kiss her hard while dragging my fingers through her lower lips, barely brushing against her clit. Sonria whimpers and thrusts her hips up, silently begging for my touch where she so desperately needs it.

Chuckling, I make a slow circle around the hardened nub, drawing every gasp into my mouth as we breathe the same air. She’s so close. Her body trembles as it strains against me. Growling low in my throat, I let the vibrations wash across her body, adding to the sensations already flowing through her.

Then, just as her gasps turn to whimpers, I slide my thumb against her clit, the growling taking on a hardened edge as her body pulls taut underneath me. I continue to growl as her body shudders against mine, my lips curving over the scarred skin between her neck and shoulders.

She always comes so prettily, and I will never get enough. Reaching lower, I pull out the machine and toss it to the floor before lining up the head of my cock with her entrance. Even with the extra help, she’ll be tight. Gritting my teeth, I ease myself in, my balls drawing up as her walls clamp down around the crown.

Each time, it’s like this. It’s like taking her virginity all over again. I have to be just as patient, just as careful. Her eyes screw shut as she regulates her breathing, forcing herself to be calm as I split her body in two. It hurts me to the core that sex is never easy. Though I never wish for her to be something she’s not, I do wish our love making didn’t cause her such pain.

The machine does the best it can. It stretches her out, relaxes her muscles, but it will never open her up as much as an omega pussy can. Her body isn’t built for it, and it kills me a little inside each time. She tries to hide it, but I can see the wash of pain over her face. I hear the hitching of her breath. I know she’s submitting to this just to please me, and it guts me. Every. Fucking. Time.

I hold her close, gathering her into my arms as I rock into her little by little, purring to keep her body pliant and willing. She’s offered to let me go to the brothels, to slake my lust with an omega who can “give me what I need.” But it’s stupid. It’s foolishness. What I need is right here. Everything I could ever want is writhing underneath me, allowing me to use her body as a vessel for my sexual need.

Though I try to make this as quick as possible for her sake, I can’t rush things. I have to enter her while my knot is still somewhat abated. If I force myself in with a full knot, it will be nothing but agony for her. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves a mate that will care for her body, no matter how it feels on my end. The main reason I fuck her is because she needs this. She craves the intimate closeness.

I’ve told her many times that I’m fine with her going down on me or using her hands, but she demands my body, and I’m helpless to refuse her. As uncomfortable as it is for her, there’s still no place I’d rather be. Closing my eyes, I run through the names of the High Echelon Alphas, anything to deflate the bulbous knot starting to form.

I’m almost there. Almost home. Just a few more inches, and I’ll be deep inside her. Her shrill whimpers claw at my heart, and it’s these moments I’m grateful we don’t have a full bond. I can barely stand feeling her distress. If I could feel it deep inside as well, tainting my very soul, we would never have sex ever again. We wouldn’t have the beautiful children we do, the son growing in her womb. In that way, us not being able to bond is a small mercy.

Out of my internal anguish, my purr becomes nearly tangible, driving deep into her mind, turning her brain into mush. Once she’s completely delirious, I force my way deep inside, holding still as her body acclimates to the intrusion. Despite my purring, tiny trembles vibrate up and down her body, shaking me as we stay locked together.

I hate this. Of all the things they want to change, this is something they should focus on fixing. I should be able to love my mate without pain, regardless of her dynamic. The High Echelon Alphas refuse to hear the pleas of other Alphas like me, the ones that don’t get off on their pain. I’ve seen so many Alphas use and abuse betas, not giving two shits how much they damage them with the fierceness of their fucking.

But not me.

I can’t ever bring myself to harm Sonria, even when things get rough, even when she likes the pain I can deliver. She’s the other half of my soul. The breath that fills my lungs. She’s my everything. Without her, without my little girls, and soon my son, I am nothing. An Alpha is nothing without a mate by their side. I do my best to instill this way of thinking in my fellow officers and in the ones I train, but I will never know if it sticks or not.

I can only pray to the goddess that she keeps all those under her care safe. Tears prick my eyes as I keep Sonria close, listening to the rapid staccato of her heart. Through my purring, I murmur into her ear, praising her for how well she’s taking me, promising my undying love.