Page 21 of Despair

It worked.

The swelling at the bottom of his already too-thick shaft grew swiftly, catching against my opening for every time he slammed in hard. The alpha growled in response, grinding against me, forcing the still-growing knot through my opening only to pull it back out on the backstroke.

It hurt like hell, and despite my resolve to submit, I yowled and clawed at the wall, trying to tuck my ass to escape his brutal knot. I knew it would only get bigger before it was over.

He didn’t let me.

Zach clamped his teeth around the back of my neck, forcing me to still with a desperate whimper as he kept grinding his fat knot in and out of my aching channel. Finally, several strokes later, it was too big to pop back out.

Growling with unmistakable pleasure, he tightened his grip on my hips and slammed his cock all the way to the very bottom of my pussy, the wide head kissing my cervix as his knot forced the narrowest part to gape before it finally hooked behind my pelvic bone.

Iscreamed,the pain so overwhelming it took me several seconds to feel the roar of orgasm burning through my entire abdomen with a force so great my vision blackened and my knees gave in. If he hadn’t kept me upright, I would have fallen—but he did.

Zach held onto me, grinding his horrific knot in just the right place to keep my conquered sex pulsing and spasming in frantic ecstasy, forcing my climax to go on and on until I forgot what it felt like to not be tied by my pussy to the brutal male. There was only him, and me, and unending, agonizing pleasure.

I hadno recollection of time passing, only of slowly settling relief as my body’s frantic contractions on the cock lodged deep in my core eased to a tremor. The fog of bliss was even slower to subside, and for a long time, I simply hung from my chained wrists, unable to think as Zach held me tight against his body, ensuring I didn’t fall.

He was crooning at me, I dimly realized. Praising me with nibbles and licks against the mark on my neck.

Checking that I was okay.

I squeezed my pelvic muscles experimentally, then winced as my pussy found no give in his still-swollen knot.

Zach groaned, a pleasured sound, and I stilled, not wanting to encourage another mating. The time he’d rutted me in the cell had been all the proof I needed that the alpha was capable of multiple rounds.

But the more the blissful fog around my mind retreated, the more aware I became of my own body—of the tired muscles and the soreness between my legs. And, most especially, of the fat knot still lodged snugly behind my pelvic bone. And it wasn’t sexy anymore.

Before, despite the pain, there’d been pleasure and perverse excitement about getting plugged by the huge thing, the stretch forcing my reluctant body into a mind-bending orgasm. But now, with the desire for sex throughly fucked out of me? It was just uncomfortable.

I shifted, trying to ease the pressure in my gaping pussy, and earned a scolding growl from the alpha and a twinge from my pelvis when I accidentally pulled on our tie.

The other times he’d mated me, I’d passed out shortly after getting the knot. I wasn’t prepared forthis—the phaseafter.

Maybe it’d be different if we were in a bed, just the two of us, with no one watching and the physical intimacy of his knot tying us like the humming bond lodged in my chest. But here, now… It was just awkward, and I wanted it to be over.

A sensation that didn’t exactly die down when the door behind us burst open and Zach jerked, head snapping around as a warning growl made its way up his throat.

I whimpered from the pull and he mercifully stilled his hips, but the growl only built to a snarl when guards entered the room, followed by Dr. Axell.

“Ah, the coital tie,” the doctor hummed, an amused note to his voice as the guards began dragging the still passed-out alphas out of the room. “No better way of keeping an alpha in check.”

“He’s injured,” I gritted out, trying to swallow my loathing for my former boss to ensure Zach got the treatment he needed for his wounds. “He needs medical attention.”

“No worse than he’s been before, but once you’re back in your cell, we can provide you with some things to look after him. Some nurturing will only solidify the mating bond, after all.”

The doctor stepped up beside us, careful to stay out of Zach’s reach. The snarl rolling off the alpha still tied to me increased in volume, but Dr. Axell kept his expression clinical as he looked us over.

“Not that I’m sure your bond needs any more strengthening—we areverypleased with 351’s instincts to protect you. Fighting off five equally matched rivals? No army unit has been able to get anywhere close to our results.”

He shot me a small smile. “Of course, we will need to find his physical limits before we deploy him. What do you say, Lillian? Think he can save your sweet little cunt from ten alphas next time?”

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His mate was quiet while she cared for his wounds, but he felt her despair in their bond—and smelled it on her as she moved around him, dabbing stinging liquid on his skin.

He purred for her, even though it was hard to keep calm while she was agitating his many cuts and bruises, and was rewarded with a sad little smile. It made the purr come easier, and when she was done fussing with his wounds, he wrapped himself around her and lay down on the mattress. He didn’t stop purring until their bond hummed contentedly.

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