Page 3 of Stolen By the Submarine

“Fight me all you want, angel. Nothing will stop me from dragging you into my hell.”

Despite the grime covering me from head to toe and the cloying stench of death wafting from the piles of bodies lying around us, his alpha pheromones invade my nostrils and short-circuits my mind.

A switch flips in my brain. My higher thoughts leap out of reach. I snarl.

Pure delight sparks in his amber orbs.

I’m doomed.

Chapter 2

Port

She’s ethereal perfection. White hair. Pale skin. Expressive grey eyes. Full lips. Fuller hips. Narrow waist. High, pert breasts.

If I were a nicer male, I’d thank whoever took such great care of her, but possessive jealousy spears through me.

Too close to losing control, I toss her over my shoulder and enjoy her struggles as I retrace my steps. My boots splash in the pools of blood covering the deck. Bodies with slit throats, caved in chests, and missing limbs litter the path, but I traverse my back trail with ease and use the broken railing to step onto the battering ram of my submarine.

Tiny fists thump against my back. Her feminine snarls arrow straight to my balls.

I quicken my pace and wrap my hand around the back of her thigh. She snarls and sinks her nails into my lower back.

“That’s it, baby. Draw blood. I’ll enjoy returning the favor,” I rumble through a throat thick with desire.

She stiffens. I take advantage, pull her off my shoulder, and encase her in my arms before jumping through the open hatch. My shoulders graze the lip, but the pain is worth it as I protect my omega from unnecessary harm and land on my feet.

I step into the darkness, not needing the harsh light of the sun to know which direction to head. The female wriggles in my arms. I tighten my grip on her. She kicks my shins with her bare feet.

Unwilling to deal with broken toes, I snarl and force her legs around my hips. Her sound of distress travels down my spine and pulses through my hard shaft. I brace my forearm under her ass and yank her head back by her hair.

Her light grey orbs reflect the scant light. I stop in front of the watertight door and use my body to block my men’s view of her as they descend the ladder. They wisely avoid touching me as they pack into the chamber. The last man swings the hatch closed. Metal squeaks as he turns the hand wheel and locks us away from the world.

Lust roars through me as the tiny, delicate body plastered to mine trembles. The heat of her pussy scorches the front of my pants. I curse the fabric and the length of my shaft as it lies trapped against my leg instead of running through her folds. I wish for a smaller cock for the first time in my life.

Sanity returns. Red light bathes us.

A wet spot forms on the leg of my trousers as liquid need escapes my tip. My knot bulges, making the confines of my pants even more uncomfortable.

Unable to resist, I grind my hips into hers. She whimpers.

I snarl and press her against the door. She gasps. My faithful men shuffle further away, but their pheromones piss off the possessive alpha beast raging within my soul.

The ship shudders, but I barely register the vibrations through the shaking of my soul as I sink my tongue into my angel’s open mouth. Her nails pierce my chest. She tries to turn her face away.

I growl and stroke my tongue over hers. The warm, wet heat of her mouth entrances me as her sweetness explodes along my tastebuds, and I dominate every inch of her depths with sensual licks. When I pull back and nip her bottom lip, she hiccups and shakes her head.

I drop my forehead to hers and force myself to speak through the haze of lust.

“Beg me. Worship me. Curse me. It’s all the same down here in my hell, angel.”

She shakes her head harder. I snarl and tighten my fist in her hair.

“No matter how hard you fight or how loud you scream, no one can help you now. You’re mine,” I promise.

“I don’t want to die,” she whispers.

I lick the shell of her ear despite the filth covering her, so addicted to her taste I’ll do anything for more, and moan.

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