Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,50

he braced her on the exquisite edge of pleasure and pain.

"My rules,” he grunted in time with his thrusting, mouth speaking right above her swollen, juicy pussy.

"Number one: Stay in the room." He licked her clit. "Number two: Don't take anything."

He licked her bud again and gave it a sucking little kiss, three fingers still working in an unforgiving rhythm that made her sputter with every thrust. He counted each one with a grunt.

Barely resisting the temptation to lick her golden sugar-biscuit essence off his drenched fingers, Darre bathed his fingers in her cum, getting them ready.

He loved that she got so fucking wet for him. He inhaled her scent and found her sweet, tiny rose of a pucker.

"Rule. Number. Three." He inserted one soaked finger into the tight, dry space.

Caught off-guard, she hadn't tightened up, but she kicked out. "No. Don't. Monster. You can't."

"I can. I really can. Didn't you pay attention to your omega health studies? Don't you know that your genetics are unique among women? You are biologically different from all others. So special. Made for fucking. Born for it."

"But I don't want this. Don't want it." He could smell her tears, inhibition rolling off his proper little girl in waves.

"Your intended boy wouldn't do this to you, would he?" Darre challenged. He used the width of his shoulders, one arm holding her still, to subdue her. She was such a tiny little breeder that just his weight pressing forward immobilized her.

"He wouldn't claim you here,” he continued. “Own you here. He'd listen to what you wanted and not give you what you both needed."

She hissed through her teeth, trying to roll up over him and push him away. "Don't want it."

Darre nipped at her tits when they brushed against his face.

"Breeders have four times as many nerve endings as other breed. Did you know that, Naya? You feel things other women could only dream of. Pain. Pleasure. Everything in between."

"Monster." She pounded her arms against the bed.

He continued to pump his finger, tormenting her with the burning penetration.

Kissing her belly, he said, "Settle, treasure. You are going to give this to me. You will take your punishment and my dick. Here. Even here, all the way up inside you. And you will like it."

Her body trembled. Her sphincter fluttered. Pushing in, he gave her two fingers.

She sang for him, a long, drawn-out protest.

"You said you know who I am. You said you accept the Broken Prince. But do you know who you are? What you are capable of? I don't think you do." He pumped his fingers in once, twice, three times, and then took them out and spat on them.

"Breathe, my breeder girl. Breathe. In, out. In, out."

She took sobbing, halting breaths. When he felt the tension leave her body, he pushed all three of his fingers deep into her tight little hole.

Naya screamed.

"Beautiful. So beautiful."

"Hurts!"

"Does it? Are you sure?" He pushed in and out. "It should hurt. You broke my rule. Rule. Number. Three."

With his free hand he slapped her thigh, sharp and noisy until she was screeching. She was consumed by pain, pleasure, outrage, and raw emotion.

Darre loved the kaleidoscope he'd made of her.

He continued, pumping and slapping until she was crying and asking for forgiveness. He wished for a moment he could see his handprints on her thigh, the rosy pinking of her flesh. But the darkness sheltered them.

Next time, Darre thought. And he'd get that fuckin' mirror so he could see every angle of her.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! Monster... Please. I’m sorry!" she cried.

"The rules are important. Don't forget,” he admonished coldly.

But he didn't feel particularly cold. His cock raged, hot and angry, demanding satisfaction.

Reaching down with his free hand, he stroked it tip to base, spreading the fountain of pre-cum over his skin. He pulled his fingers out of his mate's trembling body, flipped her to her belly, and brought her to the edge of the bed.

Leaning over her, Darre covered her back with his chest, fit his cock in the crease of her ass cheeks, and burrowed his face in the tangle of her hair to find her neck and kiss and lick her there.

"Are you sorry? Do you understand you disobeyed? Will you never forget?" he asked with gentle, loving touches.

"Yes, Monster. Yes." She didn't know what was coming next, or she'd be screaming again. Arching her back, she fisted her hands in the bedding of her nest and bucked her hips. "I don't like that. Please. Make it