Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
For a heartbeat, he stilled.
A flicker of astonishment stole its way into Jules’s beautiful eyes. Then came the smile. Cold. Knowing. Voice undulating as if on the cusp of a purr, he crooned, “Oh, sweet Brenya.”
He rocked his hips… and she just about died.
2
“I’m going to give you so much more than a knot… everything you need.” Jules purred over her lips, as sodden fabric dragged against her wet, weeping flesh. The firm, ridged outline of his dick split her swollen labia apart to froth her juices, fat cock just out of reach. “I’ll show you why Alphas really keep Omega females away from Beta men. Why their dynamic needs a pair-bond to keep mates, and men like me don’t.”
Mind spinning, Brenya reeled, as another slow graze of his clothed length moved against her center, the fabric slimed with her slick. Something caught on her swollen clit, and perfect thrill had her gasping into his neck.
She choked on his name, voice breaking. “Jules.”
“I don’t need an Alpha growl to make you wet.” The Beta rolled the sweetness of temptation over his tongue, accent like silk as it toyed with each syllable. “I don’t need a knot to give you more pleasure than you can handle.”
Should Brenya ever comprehend how much sadistic pleasure Jules gleaned from watching his delicate bride writhe on his hook—the thrill it gave him to see how beautifully she was caught between eager hope and heartbreaking need, her sad humiliation and unmet carnal craving glittering in spilled tears—it would frighten her.
…just as he had frightened Rebecca long ago.
Scaring his sweet bride was not his goal; enticing her was. Hovering his lips a hairsbreadth from hers, Jules gripped handfuls of her ass and guided her desperate little body along the rigid line of his cock as he whispered, “I’ll fill you up so full there won’t be any room left for him.”
For Jacques.
The Alpha who had taught her males elicit obedience through fear and pain. And she was in pain, her little pelvis locked up with cramps that had her back bowing and her legs shaking when muscles refused to relax.
“You are so much braver than you give yourself credit for.” Undulating in a filthy grind between her open thighs, Jules ground the thick ridge of his cock against her cunt, the wool of his trousers scraping over slick flesh until Brenya began to hyperventilate. “With only a cog clutched in your little hand, naked, you stole my ship and escaped a tyrant. You climbed into the bowels of this palace to find me—me—in a cell to set me free. To save your people. Knowing what I am. So take what you need from your mate, brave girl. Take everything.”
He seeped inside her, a warm rush of him under her skin, in the simmering air around her. Jules’s thoughts threaded through hers like tendrils of sweet poison, coiling tighter with every breath. The slow drag pulled her deeper into his writhing pit of horrors, his demons delicately scraping through her mind, tasting her thoughts, licking at every frightened little shiver as she rocked her hips for more.
Somewhere above, beyond the crushing weight of his psyche, Jacques howled. But it barely reached her ears.
Her heart began to race. Her vision collapsed to a single, burning point.
“Gods—” The word caught in her throat when he reached between them and peeled back the hood from her clit, baring the bundle of nerves fully, to grind her against him again.
Gods, don’t! That was what she wanted to scream, but the word “Yes!” rang from her lips instead. Loud, broken, undeniable. Because the fabric of his pants scraped her enflamed clitoris… the sensation brighter than the endless cramp in her guts.
He began to open her shirt, working the buttons one by one with the practiced ease of a man who knew exactly what she needed.
Sweat-damp fabric parted, Jules peeling it back to expose the flushed swells of her breasts. Closing his hand around her flesh, he kneaded her breast with perfect, tantalizing pressure. Thumbing her nipple. Not too rough, not too gentle. Until she arched into his palm and was rewarded with a tweak of her sensitive peak.
The seduction of a virgin.
Who’d had sex but didn’t know what it meant.
Long denied her birthright of pleasure.
He’d get her so drunk on him she’d crawl back again and again, without understanding why… until it was far too late for her to ever regret.
Even now, her breath came in shallow whines… no rhythm, just noise. Music blending with the slick squelch each time he shifted her hips. Her stomach gurgling faintly, womb starved from weeks of neglect.
“That’s it.” Jules knew affection must be cultivated by precision. Brick by brick, experience by experience, so mistakes of the past could not be repeated. “Stay with me. I’m the one you need. The one you’ll love.”