Page 4 of Own to Obey

The Omega tried to nod but he held her too tight. She winced and her eyes filled with water as she blinked rapidly. He released her and she stumbled back, gasping. She rubbed her jaw, watching him carefully as though he could attack any moment.

Kardos breathed heavy, a shock descending on him as the ugliness drifted out of his system, but he pushed his thoughts aside. Whatever the fuck that was, it felt… oddly natural. He would not question or restrict himself from his natural impulses. “Strip.”

The Omega’s face dropped. “What?”

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

She stared at him for a long moment, horror beginning to form on her face.

Kardos stepped forward, his annoyance building, and she immediately squeaked, jumping back a little to keep her distance. “You will do as you are told,” he barked. “There is no place for disobedience here. Take off your clothes. Now!”

Her eyes wide, she slowly began pulling at her clothes, her eyes on him the whole time. It turned out she had layers on underneath the odd dress. By the time she reached the last layer, her hands were trembling, and she breathed heavy, her head low.

Kardos drank in the sight of her body as it was revealed to him. Desire tempered down his annoyance until a deeper feeling stirred—one he didn’t recognize. She was slimmer than he had originally thought, though everything was in perfect proportion. Her breasts jutted out invitingly, and the slope of her midriff gave her an incredible shape. But her skin was what amazed him. It wasn’t just brown; it had the most beautiful creamy hazel hue… and it was flawless. The stir deep within him became wilder the longer his eyes lingered on her. He wanted to touch every part of her, suck those nipples into his mouth, and pry her knees open. He wanted his name on her hitched breath, every one of her cries and moans in his ears. He wanted those breasts jolting from the force of him taking her over and over, her exhausted body covered in sweat and his seed and—

Consumed by his thoughts, he stepped toward her, barely noticing the way she shrank back from him. A fierce craving bounded through him as he slowly circled her. From every angle, her body enticed him. The curve of her lower back made her round ass perfect for grabbing, and her legs were also shapely, with slender calves. This was a body meant to be dominated and owned. A body meant to take cock and experience pleasure that only an Alpha could give—and the craving that clawed within him told him, not just any Alpha, buthim.

He suddenly noticed, as he stood behind her, that the material around her head was still on. Lifting a hand, he pulled it off.

An enormous puff of hair burst from underneath it; rich, raven black, shiny, dense hair consisting of minute tightly coiled curls that fell past her shoulders.

The Omega squealed and jerked forward, her hands coming up to her head, but Kardos was faster. Whipping an arm around her, he yanked her backward, forcing her arms down to her sides and trapping them underneath his thick forearm as he settled it across her torso and pressed her against him.

She immediately stilled, although her chest heaved as her breaths became heavy. Kardos kept her still for a moment and then couldn't help but lower his nose to her neck.

Her soft, thick hair covered his face as he nudged it aside, seeking the slope of her neck, but its texture and feel deepened his arousal. She squirmed again, but he jerked his arm roughly to quieten her and ran his nose up her neck. With great displeasure, he realized he couldn't truly scent her. Her sister and her fucking blocks had prevented it. An itch of frustration agitated him and he squeezed her against him harder, allowing his thick arousal to press into her. He held her against him, enjoying the soft feel of her, and very slowly, her small body relaxed back into him. He growled into her neck as a pulse of pleasure shot through his cock at her submission and the craving for her deepened until it consumed him. With his nose pressed against her neck, trying to breathe in her scent in vain, his arm lifted higher against her torso until his hand found a pert, soft breast and a hardened nipple.

All thought deserted him. He lifted her up against his body and carried her to the bed on one side of the room. She stiffened, but did not fight him as he lay her down, her hair framing her face as she looked up at him.

She tried to curl in on herself but Kardos grabbed her hips and yanked her toward him. He slipped his fingers between her legs and was pleased to find her slick gathering. A rumble released from his chest at the feel of her delicate entrance, and although she grabbed his forearm in alarm, her body was preparing for him.

The Omega lifted her upper body slightly as she tried to pull his hand from between her legs, but her efforts were pointless. He sought out her clit, hidden within her folds, and played with it, his other hand pushing her down onto the bed by her shoulder as he propped his knee up next to her and watched her carefully.

Her eyes caught his, almost pleading for him to stop, even though she said nothing. Her fingers clawed at his forearm, little nips of her fingernails sparking the kind of tiny pain that fed into his need to dominate. He was already rock hard, and his cock was straining against his pants for freedom.

The Omega then began to writhe before him, her body contorting and twisting as it shuddered. Her eyes closed and her breathing grew breathy and uneven. Kardos lowered and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard before gently circling and flicking it with his tongue. Her husky moan shot straight to his cock and the wildness in him heightened.

Kardos kept the pressure on her clit, but lifted from her breast to undo his pants and stroke himself as he watched the beautiful Omega before him rising to the peak of her pleasure. It was mesmerizing. A beauty such as this could only look even more gorgeous in the throes of ecstasy underneath him. Her moans set every part of him alight and her legs opened as she gyrated her hips, seeking more of his ministrations. Kardos found himself between them. Her slick coated his fingers indicating how ready she was for him, and as that registered, he succumbed to the desperate need to have her.

Lining himself up, he pressed inside her in one hard thrust, a harsh growl ripping from him at the intense pleasure of her squeeze around him. He barely heard her cry out and every hit of her hand against his chest roused him even more. He pulled back and slammed in again, waves of intoxicating bliss coursing through him as he watched her body jolting the way it was supposed to.

“My shinno.”

The voice that came from the door, knocked Kardos out of his reverie and a hot annoyance blazed through him. “Get out!” he roared, gathering the Omega into his arms and laying on top of her, tucking her into his body to try to limit her exposure. Unfortunately, the top of her head was still visible, and so was all that incredible hair. A deep growl rumbled from his chest, as he realized that Zolt still hadn’t left. He wanted no inch of her seen by anyone. “Why are you still here?” he barked, without even looking up at the door.

“I have some concerns over our journey home… I was hoping to discuss them with you.” The slight hesitation in his speech was a bad sign. Zolt always spoke firm and strong.

“Wait for me at the meeting room,” Kardos ordered.

He waited for Zolt to leave before turning his attention back to the Omega, and realized she was crying. He stilled for a moment, his mind suddenly clearer at the displeasure of her tears. “Quiet!” he demanded. This was unacceptable. No woman cried underneath him! When she didn’t stop, he grabbed her jaw, turning her face to his. “Be quiet now!”

But as her watery eyes met his and then squeezed shut, a couple of realizations hit him. Firstly, he had spoken in his own language, which she didn’t yet understand. Secondly, he had caused this. This isn’t how it should have happened between them. He had a responsibility of the utmost importance—he could not fuck it up, and that was exactly what he was doing.

Holding onto the sliver of common sense that penetrated his foggy desire, Kardos used every ounce of willpower to do something he had never done before. Slowly, he withdrew from her wet, tight pussy. As soon as he stood up, a single web of slick dripping from his cock, she curled into a ball, her sobbing muffled as she pressed her face into the bed and underneath where she had lain on her back, was a smear of blood.

The sight of it settled him. Virginity was not cherished in the Southern Isles but something within him was pleased that she had had no other man.

He headed back over to where he had dropped the bundle of clothes and brought it over to the bed. “Put these on,” he said, throwing the bundle next to her on the bed. “I will be back shortly.”

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