Page 19 of Broken By the Battleship

“My name is Aft. Are you so eager to scream for me, kitten?”

I shiver at the roughness in his tone. He rubs his thumb over my ankle, highlighting the wetness flowing down my instep.

Another cramp steals through me, leaving me gasping and aching in a world of sensations and sweat. The first thing my mind focuses on is the cold air wafting over my ankle.

I need his touch. Everywhere. Especially on my breasts and between my legs.

I groan as more weight plops down on top of my nest. With his delicious perfume permeating from the fabric, his offering pleases me beyond belief. I snake out an arm and pull the extra blankets into my cocoon.

The world fades away as I stack, fluff, and knead a growing supply of nesting materials. Pillows, blankets, cushions, stuffed animals, curtains, it doesn’t matter what he offers. I include everything in the largest, most luxurious nest even the grandest omega would covet.

When new items stop appearing, I rearrange a few pillows until satisfaction flows from my chest. I realize my purr fills the air, but thinking is too hard, and I hurt too much to pretend I’m okay.

My alpha’s purr resonates through my bones. I reach through the layers of my nest and capture his ankle.

I need him. He’s the only one who can ease the emptiness within me.

His broad shoulders fill my vision and I moan as my insides throb in response to the pheromones wafting off his naked flesh.

So much skin. Too many scars. Even more muscles.

He crawls into my nest and settles over me.

I sink into an ocean of lust as he covers my mouth with his. He invades every part of me, his tongue claiming my mouth while his hands stroke, pinch, and tease my neck, breasts, and arms. The wet glide of his cock through my folds shatters the last of my control.

A feral beast emerges from my soul. Too hungry for restraint, I dig my heels into his ass and scratch my nails down his back.

The scent of fresh blood snaps something deep within my mind. I rip my mouth away from his and bite his shoulder so hard metallic warmth floods my tastebuds.

A partial bond forms between us.

It hurts.

Dreadful emptiness plagues both my heart and my womb.

He fills both.

In a whirlwind of pain and pleasure, he buries his cock deep inside me in one ruthless thrust, pulls my head aside by my hair, and sinks his teeth into my shoulder.

I die a million glorious deaths as he sets a brutal, delicious rhythm with both his tongue and his cock. Surging in and out while licking the flesh trapped between his teeth, he orchestrates my ultimate demise. I shatter again and again, only for him to gather my pieces, glue them together into a beautiful, kaleidoscopic mural, and smash them into even smaller pieces.

Time loses meaning. Nothing matters beyond the joining of our bodies. Sweat, blood, and lust soak the entire universe.

After a few erratic thrusts, he seats himself impossibly deeper and growls as his knot balloons inside me.

I fracture on a deeper level as he rearranges my organs, destroying everything I thought I knew about myself. My vision blanks white and horrible pleasure rips through me as his groin mashes my clit and his knot stretches sensitive tissues.

The moment my orgasm recedes, I drop into morose fatigue, too overwrought to handle the sudden shift in emotions.

My tears flow down my temples and soak the pillow under my head. My alpha strokes my face and hair with worshipful hands.

“Hush, kitten. You’re okay. I’ve got you,” he murmurs in a guttural, strained voice.

“Iris. My name,” I whisper between shuddering breaths.

He releases a decadent purr and rewards me with a searing kiss before grinding his hips into mine and responding, “Iris. My kitten. My omega.” He licks the tears from my temple. “Mine.”

I cry harder. He whispers filthy praise and tilts his hips, pulling groans from us both as his trapped cock shifts within my body. My womb aches as he continues to release his seed, and with his knot preventing the fluid from escaping, my discomfort grows.

---