Page 14 of Terror

“Is that so?”

“It is. I decide when and who I will have in my nest.” Nobody but me. My nest is my sacred space.

Terror nods. “I am unworthy.”

“What? No, that’s not what it means.”

“Nevertheless, I am a service male. I will do what I said I’d do.” He looks a bit hurt. Does he even have feelings?

“If you get me Betaren, I’ll show you the nest.”

“Betaren will kill you, female. It’s addictive and messes with your biology and, arguably, your mind. By the time I’m finished with you, you will not think about the damn Betaren but only how to best swallow my seed without choking. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Alpha.”What?“No.”

He smiles. “I made ice for your pussy.” He opens the freezer and grabs a baggy of ice, then shakes it. I turn over onto my back, gazing out the window that overlooks one corner of the garden.

“Nobody will come inside. Nobody dares to look,” he says as if reading my mind.

“Are you sure?”

He chuckles. “They don’t like to hang upside down. It’s not a pleasant experience.”

I’m expecting a Betaren delivery. How the hell am I gonna get the damn Betaren? There’s no way they’ll deliver it with the army of Collectors gardening around my house, not to mention the Hordesman has practically moved in. Why oh why did I have to disturb my neighbor? “Please, give me the venue,” I say.

“Maybe.”

It’s better than a no.

Terror spreads my legs and bends. His mouth is on my pussy before I can even think of what he’s doing. My hands fly to his bald head, and I lift my hips, rolling my eyes to the back of my head. The forked tongue flicks my clit, and the cube of ice traces my pussy lips. I moan, and Terror pushes the ice inside. The coolness feels wonderful. Relieved, I sigh and lift my hips, asking for more. Terror shoves more ice into me while flicking my clit, making my body shiver with miniorgasms I’ve never experienced in my life. I expect a release, a reprieve, but it’s not coming. Every time I get close, he pulls back, lets the liquid leak, only to scoop it up and rub my pussy with it.

Frustrated, I rake my fingernails over his head.

Terror slaps my pussy.

I nearly come off the island, but he’s got me. He presses his body atop mine, cradles my face, his lips inches from mine, black eyes intense. “Don’t you want the big fat knot inside you?”

I nod.

“Take me to your nest.”

I glance at the ceiling. “The venue.”

“I’ve already given up too much just by being here. No deal.”

I snort, struggling not to cave in. It’s incredibly hard to make decisions when the long hard thing I need is between his legs, pressing against my entrance, teasing me. This close, I smell him. And dear Lord, he smells heavenly. The scent makes my eyes close. I inhale a lungful of lust and musky Alpha scent, run my palms down his powerful arms.

Terror grunts. He lifts me up, and I sit on the island, my hands on his hips. Licking my lips, I stare at the giant cock, trace the carved-for-pleasure hip bones before I run my palms over the length of dick. It's big, beautiful, hard, cold.

Terror steps back and snarls. “The nest, Omega.”

“Fuck you,” I shout.

He clutches my throat, bringing our faces close. Again, I want to close my eyes as his scent hits my brain, but Terror’s fierce stare holds me captive. With one hand, he chokes me, while the other strokes my pussy, coaxing the heat out of me. He knows exactly where to touch me, how to get me to do whatever he wants, but I won’t give in to him. I promise myself I won’t. Though I struggle. With each stroke of his fingers, my mind muddies more and more, and I can’t think clearly.

He spins me around.

I yelp as he arranges me on my back, my head hanging off the island’s edge and right between his legs. I grip his rock-hard thighs, dig my nails into his muscles. From above, his fingers enter my pussy again, and I lift my hips. I can’t get enough. “Why are you torturing me?” I whine.

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