Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,25
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He pumped his hips up while pulling her down, and at the same time he sank that finger inside her to the second knuckle.
Naya howled. It burned.
He invaded her delicate tissue, pushed and pressed and searched until he found what he was looking for—and lit up her every nerve ending, an aggressive takeover bringing the ultimate devastation she’d longed for.
She came screaming.
He met her there.
His movements devolved, becoming erratic and uncontrolled. His shouts erupted into a soul-shaking roar of triumph as his knot locked them together.
Sensation overwhelmed her body, robbing her of the ability to think or even breathe. He was inside of her, locked, pulsing, and deep, filling her womb with enough cum to balloon her abdomen.
He went deep inside of her, shredding through all her delicate hidden parts, layers of girlish desires and womanly hopes.
He exposed them. Exposed her.
The tears caught her by surprise. Their physical communion had incited a flood of emotion. He held her tighter, her shelter and her strength, as he purred for her.
It was impossible to predict what would happen when biological instinct took over. All inhibition and rational thought dismantled. It overrode free will, emotion, and heart's desire, reshaping fundamental thought into what was most important: reproduction.
Naya was a modern, well-born, free omega breeder female. She'd feared this. That anxiety building like a dark storm inside her for months, the inevitable ax that would cut through her self-control to expose and humiliate her. But now she’d discovered, inexplicably, here in this man's arms, mating was everything she had ever wanted and needed.
She'd grown up knowing that she would marry early. With sexual maturity came an unstoppable need to reproduce. Like a cat she cycled over and over again. All breed women found themselves with child one way or another by the time they were twenty-one. There had never been an escape from this.
One of her sister's friends had tried to resist the biological pull. The discovery of a black-market herbal mix capable of masking a mating estrus had been a frequent, popular discussion for months. Phee had talked of it endlessly.
The omega Dionndal's underground writings on the subject of breeder rights, extreme by most standards, gained new meaning and popularity. Months later, on her way home after a gathering in a tea shop with her beta girlfriends, Dionndal had encountered two mature alphas.
She'd encountered other men without incident and had thought herself safe. She'd even written about her freedom from the enslavement of her vagina. But on that day, those two alphas stood out somehow, an instinctual understanding science couldn't replicate.
Their scent triggered Dionndal's heat right there on the street. The event made the news, her story blaring across every data pad in the 12 Sectors. Before the end of the day, she'd mated herself to both alphas. A year later with a baby girl on her hip, she was authoring papers on the advantages of polyamorous marriages.
Like her sister, she had planned to choose a good alpha. A malleable alpha. Safe. One who found himself on the bottom of most alpha piles. Crispin's life would amount to giving orders to betas in an office rather than on a battlefield. There would be little conflict or risk to disturb their tranquil existence. As a calm, placid man, he did not need to command her every move or make excessive demands.
Omega females found mates as soon as they reached physical maturity. The joke with alphas was that they were born physically mature, but it took 80 years to know how to treat an omega properly. Her brothers said, crudely, that it took 80 years to know how to fuck an omega pussy so she would choose you over all the others.
Most of society considered alphas under the age of 55 to be adolescent children unfit for the company of respectable ladies.
Crispin was 58.
The emotions overwhelmed her, but locked to her new mate, his arms around her, she processed them quickly. This mate, who was not malleable, was hers. Perfect for her.
Monster locked himself inside her, his purr a balm easing her physical pains and her emotional wretchedness. His hips moving, he continued to pleasure them both.
She'd lost everything. Gained everything.
He was much, much older than Crispin. His smell, the scars on his body, the commanding nature of his voice—everything about him felt older.
Powerful.
Inexorable.
She had smelled him. She had wanted him. She had chosen him.
Brushing at her own teeth marks with her fingers while he worked her insides, the rawness of her exposed emotions transformed