Page 46 of The Duke’s Unwilling Bride

With that final thought, I slide home. We both groan as I fully seat myself, her body stretched tight around my girth. Looking down, I stare at the spot where we’re joined, forever enmeshed. There’s no escaping me. Now that I’ve taken her maidenhead, no one else will ever have her.

I will kill anyone who even threatens to do so. Possessive thoughts flit through my skull as I watch my wife bow up, her body rippling in satisfaction. It’s as if she’s turned into a cat, growing drowsy off lapping at the cream. Gritting my teeth, I slide my hands under her arse and hold her close as I start to pull out.

At that moment, I choose to stop purring, and clarity once more sparkles in the depths of her eyes. “I want you to feel me as I take you, as I conquer your body.” Reaching up, I grab her hand and bring it down to where we’re joined. “I want you to feel me sliding in and out of you, not just with your pussy, but with your entire being.”

Her breaths come in haggard gasps as her fingertips flutter over my shaft. Though her touch is tentative at first, barely even noticeable, her movements soon take a bold turn. Letting her head fall back, a guttural, decadent moan spills from her lips as she touches me and then touches herself.

I watch in fascination as she explores her body. “Have you touched yourself before?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“I- I touch my body all the time when I bathe.”

“That’s not what I mean, minx.” Snapping my hips, I thrust into her hard, enough to drive a squeak from her. “Have you touched yourself as intimately as I’ve touched you?”

Her face turns crimson as she looks away. With a growl, I grip her chin and force her gaze back before wrapping my fingers around her throat and pinning her to the bed. “I’ve told you to keep your eyes on me. Now answer the question.”

“N- no, Your Grace.”

With a loud roar, I release her throat, knowing full well I am within inches of throttling the woman. “I. Have. Told. You. To. Call. Me. Joseph.” Gripping her hips, I slam into her again and again, each thrust punctuating my words.

Instead of causing her discomfort as I feared, she moans and grips my shaft, her body undulating with the ferocity of my fucking. Even if she doesn’t want this, her body does. Her body craves this rough treatment, and that’s when I realize I can finally let go.

Grabbing her wrists in my left hand, I stretch them high above, slamming them into the bed. With the other, I grip her hip, anchoring her as I piston in and out, staring in hunger as her virginal blood paints my cock with each hard thrust. She moans and writhes, slick pouring from her as I conquer her, fucking her with an abandon only an omega can handle.

My balls draw up tightly, tingling with the need to pour my seed into her body. I know I’m not going to last that much longer. Even now, my knot starts to swell, and despite the fact that I love seeing her in pain, I cannot bring myself to damage her by knotting outside her body and forcing it in.

I’ve heard too many horror stories to even allow myself to consider it. And so, I slow down, making each stroke count until I know I’m past the point of no return. Slamming into her one final time, I groan in relief as my cum spurts out, bathing her insides.

Deep inside her pussy, my knot swells, stretching her out even more. Her eyes widen, but instead of the scream I was expecting, she cries out in ecstasy, her body bowing up against mine as a release tears through her. Her inner walls clamp down on my knot, forcing even more cum from my balls.

We stay there, locked together, our eyes never leaving each other’s. Breathing ragged, we still somehow find our rhythm until we’re both in unison, inhaling and exhaling as one. Wonderment fills her eyes as her gaze searches mine. For what, I have no clue.

But it seems as if she never finds it, for soon, her expression shutters. She retreats into herself until there’s an icy wall between us. In this moment, I wonder if it was wise not to bond with her. Because then I’d at least know what she was thinking.

With a heavy sigh, I release her arms and roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she can lie on top. Though she sprawls, she’s still a bit stiff, so unlike the pliant omega I fucked just moments ago.

“Is the marriage complete then?” Her tone is tight, mirroring the rigidity in her body.

“Yes.”

“And is there a chance I am now pregnant?”

“Of course. There’s always a chance that copulation can come with a child.”

“In that case, I wish to never do this again with you. If, in time, it shows I am not with child, I will come back to you in this way.”

Forcing her head up, I search her eyes, trying to figure out what went so wrong. There’s a hurt there, and anger that threads around my heart like a vise. “I could force you.”

“As you did tonight?”

“Can you honestly say you didn’t enjoy it?” She ducks her head, but not before I see the shimmer of lust in her eyes.

However, before I can comment, it’s gone, replaced with some implacable resolve. “That was an oversight on my part. I can assure you, it will not happen again.”

I grip her hair in my fist and crane her head back, forcing her gaze onto me. “I could tie you to this bed, fucking you whenever I chose, only allowing you leave to tend to your intimate matters. I could make this so much more forceful than tonight if that’s what you want.” Hurt, anger, and rejection war in my mind as I watch every expression that ripples over her face.

Teresa pauses for a moment, as if the little omega is trying to conjure yet another lie from her pretty little lips. “Your honor would never.” She says it as a statement, and yet, I can still hear the frightened question behind her words.

Unfortunately, she is right about that. I’d never stoop to raping her, even if other Alphas find that agreeable in their households. What happened tonight was different. She wanted it, even if she never said the words. “No,” I finally sigh. “I will not force you.”