Primal Possession: A dark Omegaverse Romance (Alphas of Sandor Book 1) Read online

  There was a soft click and he took a step back as she emerged from the bathroom, clutching a towel around herself like it would protect her from something.

  From him.

  He almost smiled.

  Her long, dark hair hung in dripping rat’s tails over her creamy shoulders and he noticed a smattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose.

  Arius took a deep breath, his cock straining against his pants. He was vaguely aware that he was clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. “Lie on the bed,” he managed.

  “Wait,” she said. “Can’t we… I mean, I want to—”

  “Now.” It was more of a snarl than a word.

  Those aquamarine eyes flashed. “No.”

  He stared down at her, stunned. She was probably half his size, practically naked, a vulnerable female, a lowly Omega, and she was defying him?

  “No?” It was a quiet, menacing echo of her disrespect.

  “No,” she repeated. “I…” She swallowed, hard, and the movement in her throat made him want to sink his teeth into her neck. “I don’t want to be your mate.”

  Arius inhaled, her scent growing stronger with each breath he took. He could detect the panic she was trying so hard to mask—it was radiating off her body like a tangible thing—but there was something else he could smell.

  Her desire.

  He moved so fast, he took them both by surprise. His left hand shot out and ripped the towel from her, flinging it aside, while his right plunged between her thighs, cupping her bare, sodden sex.

  Saskia let out a startled moan and tried to flinch back but he was too quick for her. Wrapping his fist in her thick, wet hair, he drew her towards him, his fingers digging into the plump folds of her pussy.

  “Your body says otherwise,” he growled, grinding the palm of his hand back and forth between her legs, the nub of her clit hard as a marble within the soft flesh. “And that’s all that matters, little Omega. You’re in estrus now, your slick dripping into my hand, so don’t pretend you don’t want this.”

  She was trembling, her eyes squeezed shut, her little fists clenched.

  “Besides,” he went on, “this is what you were born for. And you should be on your knees, thanking the gods that I chose you. A lesser man—a lesser Alpha—wouldn’t have been so patient. He would have torn that shapeless garment off you and fucked you the moment you left the Facility, with no regard for your wellbeing or pleasure.” His fingertip found her clit and circled it slowly. She shivered and bit her lip. “With me, you’ll have the finest food, the respect of the people, and the honor of bearing the future ruler of Sandor. In fact, the only thing you won’t have… is a choice.”

  Chapter Three

  He was right. Arius knew it, and Saskia knew it. She didn’t have a choice. She didn’t have anywhere to go. And, truth be told, with the callused pad of his finger rasping gently but insistently over her taut, thrumming clit, she was finding it impossible to form a single coherent thought.

  Every cell in her being was aching for him as his molten iron gaze pinned her in place, his hand between her thighs sliding back and forth, spreading her own arousal over her bare, sensitive sex.

  Then he began to growl.

  The low rumble was inherently masculine. Possessive. Dominant. And it was vibrating through her very being, causing something to twist deep in her lower belly.

  In her womb.

  A long, solid thump of arousal started at his fingertip and spread in delicious circles, up and around, until she felt herself contract helplessly, suddenly feeling empty, suddenly desperate to be filled.

  “Please,” she croaked, clenching her fists, digging her nails into her palms in a vain attempt to distract herself from the shameless way she was leaking into his hand. “Please stop doing that.”

  He didn’t even blink. Instead the growl grew louder.

  Her face grew hot under his intense, penetrating stare and she closed her eyes against the onslaught of sensation.

  She was desperate to move, to get away from his maddening touch, but her body—her hormones—kept her rooted to the spot as surely as if her bare feet were set in concrete.

  His fingertip was still circling, moving faster now, and the single thump had turned into a steady rhythmic pulse between her thighs, her knees buckling, and before she was aware of it she had reached out to steady herself, her hands on his huge, bulging biceps, his grip on her hair painfully tight, his growl growing louder until it was roaring in her ears, filling her whole body with spine-tingling lust…

  Saskia’s climax was so intense she would have slumped to the floor had Arius not been holding her up by her hair. She came, helplessly, into his hand, her cheeks burning with the humiliation of not being able to help it, of losing control of her body so completely.

  With ridiculous ease, Arius lifted her then, gripping her hips with both hands and hoisting her off the floor until her groin was level with his mouth.

  She had barely realized what was happening before his tongue slid over her hyper-sensitive clit, lapping hungrily at her, his stubbled jaw scraping over her sodden flesh. It was as if her body suddenly had a mind of its own, she thought through a haze of debilitating lust as she hooked one leg over his shoulder, gripped the back of his head, and surrendered herself to the throes of a second orgasm. He laved her throbbing bud with rhythmic, insistent strokes, milking her, wringing every last contraction from her before taking a couple steps forward and dropping her carelessly on the bed.

  Saskia blinked, trying to recover some form of composure. The air was heavy with both his musky scent and hers, her thighs were slick with her arousal and she didn’t dare look up at Arius. She could tell from his movements that he was undressing, and she was suddenly afraid. He was so big, so powerful… no doubt his member was no different.

  And she, of course, was a virgin.

  As slippery as she was, as much as she ached to feel him inside her, she knew that was a result of her hormones, and that no matter how much her body wanted it, their mating was going to hurt her.

  She turned her face away, breathing rapidly, overcome with an inexplicable desire for him to simply take her in his arms and hold her. Talk to her. Reassure her that he would be gentle.

  It was then that she realized the growling had stopped.

  “Lie back and spread your legs.” His voice was gruff, but not entirely cold.

  “I’ve never… I’m a virgin,” she whispered.

  He let out a mocking chuckle. “Of course.”

  How stupid of her, to think that he’d even assume otherwise. As far as he was aware, she’d spent every waking moment since puberty being sheltered, and then watched over at the Facility.

  Those incredible eyes were hypnotizing her, disrupting her thoughts, and as he leaned down to cover her naked body with his own, she retreated from him until she was lying flat on her back, just as he had instructed. His face was mere inches above hers.

  “Breathe in,” he said. “Through your nose. Deeply.”

  There was nothing she could do and nowhere she could go, she realized with a sudden intense pang of resignation. She was as helpless as a mouse caught by a snake.

  Closing her eyes, trying to break the hypnotic spell of his gaze, she did as she was told, allowing his powerful, musky scent to permeate every cell of her body.

  The increase in her desire was instant; her skin was tingling, her nipples drawn into taut, hard points, and another gush of warm slick seeped from her core.

  “This is going to hurt… the first time.” He let out a gruff chuckle. “Probably not just this first time. But it will get easier. You might even learn to enjoy it.”

  After the ease with which he’d brought her to helpless, shuddering release twice already, Saskia had no doubt of that.

  The problem was, she didn’t want to enjoy it.

  She didn’t want to be reduced to nothing but a vessel for his seed and an incubator for his heirs.

  Biting her lip, she turne
d her face away, her eyes still closed.

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  She shook her head.

  His fist slammed down on the pillow right beside her ear, so close she felt the rush of air. “Fucking look at me!”

  She had been anxious up until then, nervous of the pain their mating would cause her, but this sudden display of aggression took her fear to a whole new level. In a panic, she opened her eyes and stared at him.

  His gray gaze was dark, glazed, almost unfocused.

  “Better. Hold still.”

  She almost laughed. As if she had a choice.

  Then he lowered his pelvis between her spread thighs and she felt the head of his cock nudge at her traitorously weeping slit.

  Too big, she thought with another jolt of fear as he began to push. I can’t take this, it’s too big, it’s—

  “Keep breathing deeply, little Omega.” His gruff voice was suddenly gentle. “You’re slick enough that it will be over in one short, sharp—”

  With a raw growl and a swift roll of his hips, Arius thrust deep, seating himself all the way up inside her.

  Taken by surprise, Saskia didn’t even have the breath to scream at the sudden, all-encompassing bolt of pain as it radiated from her core up throughout her entire body. She heard Arius grunt and realized she had dug her nails into his powerful shoulders, hard.

  He reared up, still embedded inside her, and looked down at her with an expression she couldn’t quite place. He hadn’t moved his hips since that first, tearing thrust.

  “Is… something wrong?” she heard herself asking.

  “Just giving you a moment to adjust,” he said hoarsely before lowering his head and taking one of her aching, tight nipples between his lips.

  The sudden pleasure radiated from her breast down to her sex, and she felt herself contract around him even as her tissues stretched to accommodate his considerable girth.

  Before she had time to consider whether he was deliberately distracting her from the ache between her legs by sinking his teeth into the soft, sensitive flesh of her nipple, he began to move, thrusting slowly at first, his pelvis rocking against hers.

  Saskia was walking a razor’s edge between pleasure and pain—the sharp, tearing ache deep inside her core was battling with the way Arius’s pelvis was grinding against her clit, and she was only vaguely aware that she was whimpering softly at the combination of all these unfamiliar sensations.

  She forced herself to take another deep breath, inhaling his unique, musky, male scent, allowing it to wash over her entire body until her very toes were tingling.

  While it didn’t take the pain away completely, it increased her desire, making his—albeit still surprisingly gentle—fucking easier to bear.

  Releasing her nipple with a short, agonizing tug, he braced himself on his huge, powerful arms, tearing himself out of her grasp, and began to growl again. At the same time, he began to thrust harder, his strokes growing longer and deeper until he was pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again.

  “Please,” she whispered brokenly, “not so—”

  His growl intensified, increasing in volume until it filled her head, cutting off not only her words but any and all coherent thought. Every nerve ending was alight and she was reduced to nothing but a moaning, aching, wanting bundle of helpless desire.

  Her legs were spread apart to the point of pain, her nipples were like taut pebbles of sensitive flesh and her traitorous sex was still flooding around his girth. Every primal thrust drove her violently into the mattress and increased the gnawing, thudding heat in her clit until she was on the precipice of yet another climax, her fingers clutching helplessly at the bedlinen as he drove her higher… higher…

  Saskia came with a scream, shuddering with the force of her orgasm, the vibrations of his uninterrupted growling only serving to intensify the waves of pleasure as they started at the place where his groin rasped over her ultra-hard nubbin and spread all the way to the tips of her fingers, over and over again until she was drowning in sensation.

  She was still contracting around his pistoning cock when the knot formed.

  Arius had bedded many women, but never an Omega. As such, he was aware of his ability to knot but had never experienced it first-hand.

  Until now.

  As he’d hoped, Saskia’s recent shower had helped dilute some of her scent, but the river of slick she had begun to produce almost the moment she’d emerged from the bathroom had almost made him lose his mind. Rich and sweet, the taste of it on his tongue had been unlike anything Arius had ever experienced before. He could quite happily have drowned in it. Not to mention the look on her face and the sounds she’d made as he’d brought her to not one but two shuddering climaxes… it had taken every last ounce of self-control for him not to completely surrender to the rut. For as primal and raw as his desire for her was, there was also a deep and powerful instinct to protect this frail, enchanting creature.

  He had, therefore, been as gentle as he possibly could—until the heady sensation of her slick coating his cock and her musical whimpering noises had overtaken him and he’d given in to the desire to fuck her hard and deep.

  The rut was a truly impressive physical state to be in. Arius had a great deal of theoretical knowledge about it—that it could drive an Alpha into a lust-crazed frenzy just as powerfully as estrus did to Omegas—but he never could have imagined just how powerless to his urges it would render him.

  If there was one thing he hated, it was feeling powerless.

  Saskia’s wail of pleasure and the way her slick-coated cunt snatched at his cock as she climaxed again drove him to the precipice and he was vaguely aware of his growling deepening as the knot formed at the base of his painfully hard erection. Spirals of spine-tingling pleasure began at that very spot, where the flesh expanded to fuse Saskia to him, to make any attempt of withdrawal impossible until he had filled her with his seed.

  It was headier than the best wine; more addictive than the most potent drug; more intense than all his previous sexual encounters combined.

  His balls tightened and Arius threw his head back and roared as he drove the little Omega into the mattress, pinning her in place, his hips still moving as if he were fucking her, as if his cock weren’t locked into place.

  With her screams ringing in his ears, he gave in to the sensation and came harder than he ever had in his life, aware of nothing but her scent, her taste still on his tongue, her glorious cunt milking him as his cock jerked over and over again, every pulsation shooting more seed inside her to mingle with her slick… until at last he slumped, breathing raggedly, on top of her.

  Arius was dimly aware of a slight patting on his shoulder. With tremendous effort, he raised himself up on his elbows and heard her suck in a deep, grateful breath of air.

  “Sorry,” he said.

  Her eyes were huge, luminous in the low light.

  “It’s fine,” she said in a small voice. Then she turned her face away.

  “Are you… all right?” He realized how stupid it sounded, but she’d been a virgin, and he was well aware that he’d completely lost control in the final throes of his rut.

  Saskia nodded but he didn’t miss the tear sliding down over her temple and into her hairline.

  “It must have hurt.”

  She nodded again.

  “I’m sorry.”

  That aquamarine gaze once more settled on him, and Arius was horrified to find himself feeling ashamed at the tortured look in her eyes.

  “The rut… it’s like estrus. Once it takes over…” He trailed off, unsure how to continue. He could feel the potent mixture of his seed and her slick coating the place where they were still joined. The knot was softening, but he was still unable to withdraw.

  “You’re beautiful. Our children will be beautiful,” he murmured, stroking a tendril of dark hair away from her hot, damp cheek. Omegas were born to breed; surely mentioning their future offspring would console her?
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  Her silent, sullen demeanor proved otherwise. Arius shoved a lock of his own hair off his forehead, suddenly furious at the way she was making him feel. Feisty, he could take. But this…

  “Talk to me,” he snarled. “I need to make sure you’re all right.”

  A flash of fire entered her eyes. “Of course I’m not!” she snapped. “You marched in, emanating your… your scent, and then you took me! You just took me, with no regard whatsoever for my well-being, or even my consent!”

  “Your consent?” He was genuinely baffled. “You enjoyed it just as much as I did! A man could have drowned in the lake of slick you produced! Was it three times you climaxed? Or more? I counted at least three…”

  She let out a contemptuous snort and he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to slap her face for the disrespect, or kiss her. He realized with a jolt that he hadn’t actually done that yet and was overwhelmed with the desire to press his lips to hers. But this didn’t feel like the right time.

  “You’re my mate now, Saskia.” He enunciated each word carefully and slowly, battling against his rising temper. “You are the woman I’ve waited my entire life for. You are the one who will bear the future ruler of Sandor! Don’t you realize what an honor that is? You will want for nothing, not so long as I’m alive to ensure your every comfort is anticipated and your every need is met—”

  “What I need right now is for you to get off me!” She shoved futilely at his chest.

  “The knot isn’t soft enough. Surely you can feel it?”

  “Of course I can fucking feel it!” she spat. “I can feel everything! And I can feel things you can’t even imagine, because all that matters to you is you!” All at once, the fight seemed to go out of her and she slumped back against the pillows, her remarkable eyes filling with tears.