A Savage Debt (The Beholden Duet #1) - Zoey Ellis Page 0,22

the bed. He pushed her down onto it on her back and then unbuckled himself again with one hand while he sucked her slick off the fingers of the other.

She turned her head away, refusing to look at him, but the scent of his arousal dominated the room, reaching into her nostrils and mouth to force her to recognize his presence. And more disturbingly, she could smell herself laced among his.

He lifted her slightly to shunt her farther back on the bed, and then lifted her legs and spread her open.

She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her, and she closed her legs immediately, but he gripped her thighs and pried them open again, the look in his eyes dangerous. “Keep them open.”

Her legs trembled as she kept them in place, obscenely wide, and she tightened her mouth to hold in the screams contained in her sore throat ready to be launched at him. A trickle of hope emerged that he just wanted to look, but she knew that would not happen. She was ridiculously wet; she felt her own slick tickling her ass as it dripped down to the bed. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, and her scent was almost as potent as his. No Alpha would resist an Omega laid out to him in such a way, especially when her scent suggested she was aroused and ready for him. That was what infuriated her the most—her body betraying her, making it seem as if she wanted this animal all over her.

When Maddoc glanced down between her legs, he growled with an intensity that was so raw, it sparked through her body hardening her nipples to the point of agony and slick flowed from her. The look in his eyes was so incredibly vicious that the terror returned, bringing with it a thought that no one had mentioned. What if he was in a rut? Normally an Alpha’s rut was inspired by an Omega’s heat, but there were times recorded in the past when an Alpha could go into his wild and controlled breeding state simply from the scent of an Omega’s arousal, and could cause much damage. If that happened here, he would tear her apart.

As he removed the rest of his clothes, she firmed her mind, trying to prepare for whatever was to come. She was doing this for father, and no matter if this Alpha was in his rut or not, there was some part of her, as an Omega, that would enjoy it—Mother had basically said so—she just needed to focus on that.

Maddoc dragged her to the edge of the bed, he grabbed her breasts again as he guided himself to her slit. Ana tensed, anticipating the impending pain, but for a moment there was nothing.

Then his hard, silky tip tapped against her sensitive clit and she twitched. He tapped again and again, watching her breasts jiggle as her body involuntarily jerked. His cock then trailed up and down her slowly, then in circles around her clit. A glow of pleasure spread through her and she relaxed as she welcomed it, but then his cock plunged without warning, stretching and dragging her skin as he forced her open in one sharp thrust, destroying her virginity.

Ana screamed and tried to clamp her legs closed again, but he slapped her thighs hard, making her jump and screech again.

“Stay open,” he demanded, guttural and raspy.

“I’m trying to,” she bit out, glaring at him even as tears formed in her eyes. “Wait, just wait a moment.”

He grunted an answer and pushed in even deeper. She cried out, grabbing onto his arm and digging her nails in as hard as she could. Infuriated, she clawed his arm, and then reached up and slapped him as hard as she could. “I said w—”

He pulled out and slammed into her while she was in mid-sentence.

The pain wasn’t as sharp this time, and even had a tinge of pleasure to it, but Ana was annoyed he was ignoring her like some insignificant gnat. She yelled and slapped him again, but his only response was to fuck her, slamming into her again and again until he’d built up a rhythm.

Ana was so angry, she ignored the jolts of her body and continued to fight him on principle. Somewhere between the second and third slap, she’d seen that his beard had slightly twisted into a smile. Her slaps had no effect whatsoever! The bastard was enjoying her outrage. But when his thrusts increased, she