Page 15 of Thief

I roll my eyes. But honestly, he’s the best male I’ve met in this forsaken place. Too bad I decided to rebel before he came around.

7

Kate

I lied. I don’t suck at obedience. I suck at rebellion. It’s him I can’t resist. Oh, but I try. Though I can’t find a comfortable position, I twist and turn in my corner. Arrange blankets. Rearrange them a second later. One minute I’m hot, the next I’m cold, but always, I’m a sweaty mess of liquid heat, wiggling on this male’s floor. In my desperate state, he doesn't use me. He sits in the chair that has become his throne.

But he struggles too. His dick makes a tent of the leather kilt they refer to as atil,while his claws dig into the armrests. He’s destroyed the chair but makes no move on me. He really is patient.

We go on like this throughout the night, and the window he left open tells me it's nearing morning. Yet I'm not sleepy. My nose is stuffed with his scent. It is so male that my pussy is in a constant state of ache. I’m whining like a street cat in heat. I wish for him to go away, but he won’t. I’ve thrown every insult I can think of at him. He’s not leaving the damned chair. He sits there, watching me. Sometimes he offers me water. Every time, I refuse a taste. I don’t know how long I can last. I’ve never experienced such pain in my life.

Another cramp hits my belly. I pinch my lips and whine louder, then sayfuck itand put my hand between my legs. I’m mortified he’s watching, but I can’t take it anymore. I gotta get off.

“Go on,” he says, voice low and seductive. “You will only make it worse.”

“Don’t look,” I tell him and touch my clit. It’s engorged, and so sensitive that one touch makes my back arch. I slap the thing and cum. Just like that. I need nothing to come, anymore. Want to come ten times in ten seconds. Rub myself raw, even get the fingers of my other hand in my hole. Spread wide open, I know he sees everything, but I’m so far beyond giving a fuck.

I need to get off again.

And I do. I get off five times. It’s not enough. I cry.

I cry because I’m pissed about the sorority hazing at the frat house. I’m pissed I had to be the idiot who ended up hiding in the bushes, so as not to get hazed—not to show my naked ass to the group of frat boys while the other girls drew circles on it. I was gonna hide, then find a way out of there. Get the hell out of that popular sorority the next day.

Instead, I’m here, masturbating for a green alien.

I’m pissed he won’t fuck me.

I’m pissed because I want to beg him for dick.

“If you do what your body tells you to do,” he says, “I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I’ll regret it,” I whine and rub harder. His voice makes me want to sit on his face. I imagine all the ways his forked tongue clamps my clit and spill more heat out of my pussy.

“Come to me,” he says. It’s a choked out plea, not an order, and I look up, wiping my fingers on the dress.

I should’ve kept my eyes down, because I’ll never un-see Eron sprawled in the chair, his til unsnapped and tucked away from his middle. His huge cock stands erect and proud, spurting white seed out of the tip. The seed trails down the hard length, over the ring around the base of his cock and his big, hairless balls. “Come here, Kate.”

His black eyes are darker than the room that’s now lit by the purple sky as the Sycol rises outside. My corner is covered in darkness, just how my soul feels, as my body separates from my brain. I crawl across the room, heavy breasts swinging as I move. I prop my hands on his knees and stare at his cock.

Eron strokes my cheek with his finger, not his claw, and I know he won’t cut me. Leaning into his hand, I whine, as my pussy spasms again.

“Do you see why you’re not a breed mate but an Omega?”

The last thing I want to do is chat. His dick spurts out more sperm. I catch the liquid at the base of his cock and slurp up the semen over the hard ring Betas refer to asthe blessed knot. The taste of Eron is divine—strong and salty, the way sperm is—but the smell of him is even better. I want to lick him everywhere. More cum trails down his dick, and I lick up the length of him, then stretch my lips around his girth.

Eron groans. Cum shoots down my throat, and I claw his knees. He lifts my breasts and thumbs my nipples. I suck him down and all the way to the back of my throat. His smell is addictive, his seed is addictive, and I feel like I can’t survive without him. I don’t care how scary that is. I just want him to fuck me. But he won’t. I know he won’t. I’m a mindless creature, lacking reason and all that makes me a human. I don’t think I’m a breed mate either. I’m not even human right now. This place has changed me.

I grab his forearms and crawl on top of him, settle my pussy on top of his dick, and toss my tunic on the floor. His gaze locks on mine, and he smirks. “Maybe later.”

“W… What?” Is he refusing me?

He gets his glass of water and hands it to me.

Oh. That.Please, I’m so beyond my principles that I chug the water down my throat and nearly choke on it. I hand him the glass, and he puts it down. Then he’s up, my legs wrapped around him, and we stand there, not moving.

He watches me with keen interest. “I’ve never seen anything like you before. Never thought I would have an Omega in heat.”

“Humans don’t go into heats.”

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