Page 76 of Marigold Run

I open my mouth, ready to tell the alpha off, but Izan surges his hips forward, shoving his cock deep inside me in one mighty thrust. I call out from the force of it, and I swear my belly swells when his hips fall flush with mine.

“Fuuuuck.” The filthy word erupts from my lips as the alpha begins to fuck me.

Izan knows exactly what he’s doing, building the tension between my legs with slow, steady movements. He plays my body so well, hitting that magical bundle of nerves a little harder each time. Desperate to feel him even deeper, I try to widen my legs, but I’m already spread as far as I can go. Then, as if reading my mind, Izan flings one of my legs over his shoulder and then pushes my other leg up and out, forcing my restrained hand to hold it. I’m spread so open in this position, one leg outstretched and the other popping up into the air with each animalistic thrust.

“Do you feel how deep that cock is?” Izan growls. “Do you feel me in your guts?”

“Yuh-yes.” I tilt my head back as his dick spears me, faster and faster, until I break apart, coming so hard my vision blurs and the muscles in my neck strain. Instinct takes hold and I turn my head to one side, exposing my neck.

“I’m gonna fill you up.” Izan kisses beneath my ear, still fucking me in long hard strokes, milking every drop of pleasurefrom my body. “Do you want my knot, omega?” His gravelly voice skates across my skin. “Do you want that pussy ruined?”

I nod, delirious as my orgasm continues to roll within me. It’s like one continuous rush of pleasure, ripping my mind and body to pieces. “Give it to me!” My words are a garbled mess as I moan and gasp.

Izan growls into the room and his hips falter, struggling to maintain his steady pace, then his cock twitches. There’s a splash of heat inside me, but the sensation only lasts for a moment, quickly overpowered by the feel of teeth tearing into my flesh.

A violent scream erupts from my throat and my cunt burns as it’s stretched by the first swell of Izan’s knot. I kick and thrash trying to escape the pain that’s ripping through me. He grunts against my skin as if in pain, then slams his hips into me, wedging it deeper and deeper. Another orgasm takes hold and my pussy spasms on the knot, milking his cock, sucking up every last drop of cum the alpha has to offer.

Once the pleasure fades, I whimper, too exhausted to scream. Then a soft sob pushes from my throat as the sensations happening inside my body fully hits me. “Painful” doesn't describe it. The mating bite burns, like fire or acid, bubbling beneath the surface of my skin. In my mind, my flesh is tearing away and sluicing off of my bones as blood puddles beneath me. None of that is true, but it feels like it.

Omegas are supposed to be in heat when they’re marked. The disconnect between pleasure and pain is so important when forging a physical bond between an alpha and an omega. But I’m not in heat. I’m completely lucid, trapped in my body, and forced to feel every agonizing moment as my body is flooded with Izan’s claim. If there is any mercy in this world, I would pass out or just die, but the universe hates me too much for even the smallest kindness.

Izan’s fangs finally disengage, but his cock keeps pumping cum inside me. He’s silent, only purring, as his tongue licks over the wound. It soothes the sting in my neck a bit, but my pussy feels completely broken.

And then it hits me: I’ve been marked.

Claimed.

Mated.

Shit.

Knotted

Mari

Ican already feel Izan’s presence seeping into the edges of my mind like a fog. He’s proud. Maybe even happy. It’s hard to tell. His emotions are so faint. But soon our connection will grow and he’ll be able to feel me too. Once that happens, I’ll never be able to leave.

Using every ounce of strength in my pathetic body not to cry, I close my eyes, trying to remind myself to breathe. But it doesn’t help the panic from seeping in. It’s like I can feel Stefan slipping away from me. Except this time, I’m not falling off of a cliff.

Izan examines my neck one more time, then lifts his head. “Omega?” The tips of his fangs flash when he talks. His eyes are completely blown out and there's a trace of my blood on his upper lip. “Are you okay?”

I don’t say anything. I mean, how am I supposed to answer that? Of course, I’m not okay. He bit me outside of my heat. Hecould have ripped my throat out, maimed or killed me.And right after his bullshit speech about not wanting to hurt me!

“It’s okay,” he says in his usual soft voice. “You don’t have to say anything.” He smiles down at me as if he understands that I’m too lost for words right now. Then he reaches up to my restraints, and with one tug of the rope, the whole thing magically unravels, freeing my wrist. My mouth falls open with shock as I pull my numb hand to my chest. My fingers are like ice. “Can you at least nod to tell me if you're okay?” He wraps his hand around my wrist, rubbing the circulation back into my fingers. “Shake your head if you’re in pain.”

But before I can even process his request, Izan’s fucking phone buzzes loudly. The alpha’s dark eyes fly to it, and I snarl.

I can’t see the screen, but if I roll ever so slightly, I could probably reach it.I wonder how he’d react if I just threw it across the damn room.It’s not like he could do much. His knot is still locked inside of me.

The phone stops buzzing, then it chimes once, going to voicemail. Izan looks relieved, but the interruption has only given me time to realize how furious I am.

“You bit me outside of my fucking heat,” I hiss as I pull my hand out of his grasp.I feel so betrayed.“You could have killed me.”

But what Izan says next, makes me so angry, I want to pluck his eyes out and make him eat them. “I asked you if you wanted my knot.”

Blinding rage slams into me, and I do the first thing that comes to mind: I fling my still-numb hand out, slapping the nightstand. I manage to grab his phone, but Izan snatches my wrist, ripping the device out of my hand. His knot pulls from deep within me and I scream out from the pain.

“Mari!” Izan flinches again, then he curses loudly. There’s a series of loud thuds as his phone bounces across the carpet, then an unfamiliar voice fills the room.

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