Page 6 of Stolen By the Submarine

My hands move without permission. I open his belt with shaky fingers and pop the first button free. The straps of his thigh holsters scratch my shoulders, adding another layer of sensation to my already overstimulated nervous system. The cold floor under my shins barely registers through the heat emanating from his body. His thicker scent dominates my olfactory system, making the stench of blood and death less cloying.

I pull down his zipper. Anticipation and dread war within me.

He lifts his hips. I hook my digits into his waistband and lower his trousers until the holsters prevent me from continuing.

His cock slips free of his pants and bobs in front of my face. I stare in an overwhelmed stupor at his partially engorged knot and thick, veiny shaft.

There’s no way that monstrosity will fit inside my body. I’ll die. Even the first few inches would split me in two. I’ll never survive the entire length and the knot at his base.

Disbelief spears through me and a ridiculous half laugh, half scoff, escapes my chest. The Sisters must have never seen an alpha’s cock if they thought I could survive being rutted and knotted by a weapon like this.

“Mouth, angel. Now,” he snarls and guides my head toward his tip.

As I frantically search for an escape, I notice his fist clenched on the bench beside him. The floor drops out from under me as I glimpse his scarred knuckles.

My omega self wants his protection. His strength. His control.

If taking his cock into my mouth will earn me even a fraction of his power, I’d be an idiot to resist.

And if I lose myself to bliss the moment his taste hits my tongue, I blame it on my encroaching estrous.

Because I can’t allow this alpha into my heart. He may dominate my body and dictate my future, but I must protect my sanity. If I’m to survive through the years to come, I’ll need every ounce of mental fortitude.

He’s too potent. Too addictive. Too delicious.

Chapter 4

Port

Her quiet groan of delight vibrates up my shaft and tests my control. I grit my teeth at the sight of her lips stretched around my tip and curl my toes in my boots to hold off a little longer. I need to feel her tight, hot throat around my shaft before I flood her stomach and drench her face with my release.

Knowing I’ll push her too far too fast if I lift my hand from the bench, I shift my grip on her hair and lower my growl into a purr of encouragement.

Her eyes dart up to mine before she covers them with her lashes. I add a note of warning to my rumble and tilt my hips, forcing her to take more of my cock. She darts startled eyes up at me. I study the thin ring of grey barely discernible around her dilated pupils.

Filling my lungs with our mingled pheromones and using the acrid stench of death to maintain my control, I smirk and run my fingers over her scalp, rewarding her for giving me what I want.

My purr melts the stiffness from her body. I enjoy petting her. After a few slow blinks, her brow scrunches and a sliver of awareness seeps into her gaze.

“No teeth. Not this time,” I say.

She swallows and flexes her lips around me as though she forgot her predicament. I stroke her hair with a bit too much pressure, pushing her head down and funneling my cock deeper into her mouth. Her jaw tightens. I growl.

“Bite my cock and I’ll mark your pussy. Is that what you want, angel? My mating bite between your legs?”

Alarm widens her eyes. She shakes her head. I groan and pull her closer. She tries to push me out with her tongue, but my patience snaps and I surge deeper until she’s forced to flatten her tongue. Despite her best efforts, her teeth scrape my shaft as I reach the back of her throat.

She gags. I drop my head back and look at the ceiling, needing a moment to center myself, but hold her down with my tip buried deep in her mouth.

Her nails dig into my thighs.

It’s too much.

I wrap both hands around her head and thrust into her throat.

She fights. I fuck in and out anyway, too far gone to deny myself for another moment.

Tears pour down her face and join the mess of spit and precum coating my shaft. Blood drips down my thighs as she sinks her nails into my flesh. Her throat squeezes my cock. An addiction forms.

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