Page 27 of A Tale of Two Dukes

Without warning, he gathers my delicate wrists into his large palm, dragging my arms above me. He pins me there, as if my movements are no more than a delicate breeze against an immovable stone. I cannot get away even if I want to.

That helplessness allows me to relax into him. Slowly, his lips inch up into a smirk. “I hear you, little omega. I understand you. It was for your delicate sensibilities that I held myself back, restraining my need to fuck you. Rest assured that I will not make that mistake again.”

With his other hand, he grips my hip as he surges deep inside, slamming into me with a force that steals my breath and makes my insides clench. “Even now, your pussy weeps for me, arousal easing my way into this tight cunt that chokes me, demanding I spill my seed inside you.”

His filthy words seep into my brain, forcing out any thought that still remains. All I can do is feel, absorbing his strength into me.

“You like me like this,” he growls, the rough sound sliding over my skin until I’m forced to cry out from the onslaught of sensations. “You need me to control you, to take you, to force you. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Your Grace,” I cry out.

“That’s it, my kitten. Break for me. Show me what my dominance does to your pretty little body.”

He reaches between us with his free hand even as the other drives my knuckles deeper into the blankets. Instead of soft, gentle touches, he pinches me, gripping that bundle of nerves until white flashes before my eyes. Sensations explode through my body, twisting and turning me until I’m panting beneath him.

A soft whine filters through the air as he continues with his delicious torture, stroking me, forcing me to release again and again. He doesn’t stop, even as I tug at my wrists, desperate to be free. But I don’t want him to release me. Not now, not ever.

Sweat beads on his forehead as he continues to drive into me, impaling me, stretching me out as his knot grows. Now that I know what’s happening, it’s no longer frightening. In fact, I welcome it.

I’m desperate for that stretch only his knot can provide. Straining against him, I clench my inner muscles, desperate to feel his body fighting against mine. He groans, dropping his forehead to mine.

“Do that again.” Need laces his tone, making it raspy, growly, and altogether so delicious.

I didn’t even realize the effect it would have on him. To think that I continue learning new things, not just with my body but his as well. Clenching again, I watch the play of emotions over his face as he arches up, driving into me one final time.

With a shout of exultation, his knot expands, stretching me out and bringing another release rolling through me. Our cries of pleasure intermingle, ringing off the walls, and surrounding us. Relief washes over me as my body shudders under his.

Pulling his hands away, he cups my face, taking my mouth with his. This kiss is different, harried, desperate almost as he forces his tongue between my lips. I drown in the sensations pouring over me, tying me to him.

Tomorrow, I will tell him everything, and hopefully, he’ll still want me after the truth. As it is, being at the end of his desire, his impatient need as he rocks his knot deeper inside is a memory that will never fade. Even if he decides to cast me off, forcing me to crawl back home, I will never forget the pleasure he’s given me.

CHAPTER 12

Kitty

This time, when I open my eyes, there’s nothing. No overwhelming heat. No piercing eyes that bring dread welling up in my throat. The bed is empty, a large expanse of sheets and blankets.

Reaching out my hands, I smooth them over the fabric, searching for anything to show that I hadn’t been alone. Not a trace of him remains. There’s no warmth from where he lay. Only a faint whiff of his scent confirms he had been there at all.

In truth, it’s as if I was still back in my room at home. The only difference is the obvious masculinity that pours from every nook and cranny. With the bright sun illuminating the room, it’s easier to see the accents and details.

I can see his touch in everything. Though I may not know him all that well, it’s obvious this room is his. The furniture is large, oversized, even. Though my own father was an Alpha, everything is even larger than what he used and owned.

Each piece dominates the room, just like the man himself. Drawing my legs up to my chest, I rest my chin on my knees, bemoaning my fate. In the heat of passion, it was all too easy to give in and allow him the use of my body. However, in the cold light of day, it’s a far different story.

Glancing over to the window, I spy a small table. It’s set up for food, and yet, I don’t feel hungry. How can I eat when I’m still unsure of what my position is or what is expected of me?

I’ve had no time to even think much less process what’s happening to me. Besides, what will happen when he finds out I’m not some coveted harlot who has been saving herself for the right buyer? Will he still want me if he knows I’m on the run from a madman threatening to kill me?

Though I move to crawl back under the covers and sleep until the master is back in the house, a rattling at the door draws my attention. Clutching the sheets to my chest, I watch as a young beta tiptoes in, her steps so light I barely hear them.

Her hands are laden with dishes covered with metal cloches glinting in the sun’s rays. Though the scents wafting out cause my stomach to grumble, there’s still part of me that dreads the idea of putting something else into my mouth. Holding the sheets close to me, I watch as she sets them on the table before fussing with the curtains.

It’s as if I’m not even there. Holding out my hand, I study my skin and frown. It’s been said my skin resembles porcelain, but I never thought I was so pale as to be rendered transparent. Wrapping the sheet further around my body, I slip out of bed and pad over to the table.

Just as the maid sets everything down, she turns and sees me. Her scream rings through the room, startling a shriek from me as well. Hand over her heart, she gives a respectful bob before turning to reveal the food.

“Forgive me, Miss. I wasn’t expecting you to be out of bed yet. His Grace gave me strict instructions not to wake you.”