Page 4 of Stolen By the Submarine

“You won’t. Not for a long, long time. I plan to enjoy your body for years. I’ll have you trapped on my knot and full of my seed for decades. I can’t wait to watch your belly swell with my offspring.”

Her pupils shrink. The light blinks, offering me red snapshots of her response. Shock parts her swollen lips. Yearning fills her face.

Disbelief closes her expression.

Anger rumbles from my chest.

I will own every piece of her. She’ll see. I’ll make her regret doubting me.

I’ve searched for an omega for over a decade, and plan to enjoy her for much longer. Every time we surface near another vessel, we risk our lives, not only because we expose ourselves to the diseases of the outside world, but also because we garner attention from power hungry alphas.

The ocean may isolate the overpopulated cities, but news travels fast over the open waters. Resource deprived pockets of civilization would do anything to ruin my underwater empire.

She wriggles against me, letting me know I’m squishing her too hard against the door.

“Want to make a deal with the devil, little angel?” I whisper against her temple.

She shakes her head.

I chuckle and nip her ear.

“I’ve never been allowed to make deals. The Sisters are always in charge.”

Something in her tone reaches deep into my chest and squeezes the dilapidated organ pumping within. The sensation is almost strong enough to override the jealousy roaring through me. Almost.

I snarl and take her mouth with my own, finding the perfect outlet for my anger in her soft, wet heat. She avoids my advances, but I grind my hips against hers and demand she accept me.

At the first tentative flick of her tongue, my knot balloons and tests the seams of my trousers. Fresh wetness seeps from my tip. I release her hair and splay my fingers over the back of her head to protect her from the metal door as I delve deeper into her mouth. With my other arm bracing her ass, I flex my fingers into the back of her thigh, enjoying the softness of her flesh as her dress rides impossibly higher.

Her small sound of delight has me reaching to free my cock, but the labored breaths of the men behind me snap my attention away from my omega.

I snarl and wrench my mouth away from hers, but stay close so her breath washes over my lips as I gather myself.

“I’m the one in control of your future now, little female. No one else.”

A shiver wracks her from head to toe. Someone shifts behind me.

It’s too much.

I pin the side of her face against my chest and step away from the door before releasing her head just long enough to twist the lever and stalk into the hall.

Like the devil himself, I’ll take this fallen angel and make her mine. I’ll rut, knot, and ruin her until she swells with my child and gives me the only thing missing in my sunken oasis.

The future.

Chapter 3

Coral

I cling to his shirt, afraid of falling into the abyss as he weaves through the maze of metal. Too tall and broad to walk upright in the narrow hall, he leans forward and angles his hips, and when my head finally stops spinning, I realize he does so to prevent me from bashing my knees into the walls.

Without me in his arms, he wouldn’t have to stoop so low, but he moves with such grace I take far longer than I normally would to notice.

He steals a sliver of my omega heart with his small display of care.

The Sisters always warned me against alpha brutality, but they never mentioned the potency of alpha kindness.

I have no defenses against him. Violence would be easier to handle.

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