Page 1 of Own To Obsess

CHAPTER ONE

KARDOS

(This scene overlaps the end of the last book in a different point of view. If you haven’t yet read book one for this couple, Own to Obey, please start there or do a quick reread of the end :)

Kardos could not allow his Omega to remain distressed. Nor could he allow her to reject him.

He thrust his tongue in her mouth and relished her whimpery breaths as she hungrily sucked on it, his cock hammering into her sloshy little pussy over and over in a steady, brutal rhythm.

Her immediate submission when he touched her was beautiful, as always, but it grated on him she refused to see the merits of his actions. He was doing what was best for his people and his culture, and he had tried to prepare her the best he could. What more could he have done? She should be grateful and proud of his standing in his society, yet she dared to tell him she hated him? It jarred every muscle in his body. She couldn’t fucking hate him. He wouldn’t allow it!

Kardos groaned into her mouth at the feel of her silky inner calves sliding up both sides of his body as she opened herself up to him further, letting him soothe her the way she needed. He was the only one able to do so—he instinctively knew it—because he did trulyown her.

Her perfect little body was his; her sighs were for his pleasure, and his seed belonged in her womb. Her beauty and her smile, and her gorgeous flight were for him. No matter what she said, how much she claimed she didn’t want him, her body knew who owned it, and it had nothing to do with taking her from her home—she was his.

“You are mine, little bird,” he growled into her ear, every inch of his body gripped by the urge to dominate and reprimand her. “I am your Alpha, and every part of you is mine.” Her breathy moan fluttered through him and he returned his mouth to hers to capture her breath.

As her peak approached, he pulled away to watch as her moans become louder, her body limp and open, taking every rough slam he gave her. This was what he loved. Seeing, hearing, feeling her in her flight enthralled him every time. It was when she was most beautiful, most unreserved and free. It were as though he was watching something pure and special, that was only for him to witness, but as she took flight underneath him, his entire world twisted with the realization that he could not give her up.

Her back arching, pushing those perfect breasts up into his chest, she mumbled, her whole body tensing and shuddering as she dug her little nails into his skin. He absorbed everything he could; the beautiful contortion of her face, the hitching of her breath, the rapid fluttering of her lashes. Kardos relished the abundance of fluid erupting out her each time he slammed in, causing their joining to become a potent sticky mess of fluid, coating their skin and squelching between them.

Her moans and cries of pleasure rippled raw pride through him, and that stunning clench of her channel along his cock made him groan, his balls tightening as the exquisite burst of pleasure shot through him. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she tucked her head into his neck, ramming her relentlessly, and extending her orgasm until his own approached in a jagged, clawing tumble of carnal pleasure. His body pressed into hers on the bed, pinning her securely where she belonged as his orgasm blast through him.

A sudden sting at his neck briefly registered but the sensation caused such a powerful wave of blissful satisfaction that everything fled from his mind, his only concern to knot and breed the Omega that belonged to him.

By the time rational thought returned, he was groaning into the bedsheets, his knot shrinking and releasing him from the tight sheath that had captured and milked him.

He lifted from the Omega but instantly noticed something had changed. Something felt odd—comforting and gratifying, but unusual. He stilled, trying to determine what it was. An awareness was fluctuating at the edge of his mind, like a presence hovering just out of reach.

Kardos frowned, confusion shooting through him. When he looked down at Shaya, alarm gripped him. Blood trickled from her mouth and smeared across her lips. Had he hurt her? He instantly lowered to lick it, concerned she was hurt, but as his tongue lapped her lips, the dull ache at his neck caught his attention and instantly he knew what had happened.

He shot back up and gripped Shaya’s shoulders, finally registering the hopeless look in her tear-filled eyes. “What did you do?” he growled.

She said nothing, turning her head to one side and an echo of despair pulsed from the presence on the edge of his mind.

Kardos rose on his knees and placed his hand on the bite mark at his neck. As his fingers brushed her bite, several strong, conflicting emotions barreled through him; from pride to desire to anger, but the strongest was disbelief. As his brain caught up to the implications of what she’d done, he could not control the fury that whirled through him.

Kardos grabbed her by the arms and shook her once, hard. “What did you do?” he roared. “What fucking possessed you to do that?”

Shaya kept her face turned away, her body tense and alert.

“Look at me!” he demanded. “Look at me now, Shaya!”

She didn’t, choosing to remain as still as possible, and it almost looked as though she was barely breathing.

Kardos took a deep breath as his anger expanded into a white-hot blinding rage. She had bitten him! She had tied him to her and destroyed any chance of him gaining the seat of the high chief. Not only that, she had thrown away any hope of proving to the rest of the Isles how suitable and perfect she was for the Southern Isles.

Kardos roared as he climbed off the bed, expelling a brutal and rough force from his chest. After everything he worked for, years, decades, of proving himself, being the one working the hardest at every opportunity, forging partnerships, exploring the strange and unusual things about the Isles, traveling all the way to the Western Lands, doing all the things no one else wanted to do… After everything, he would never be high chief now. All he had earned would be stripped from him.

Muscles tensed, Kardos reached for the nearest thing to smash. He didn’t even register what it was, he only knew it felt good when it crumbled in his fists. Soon he was pulling down shelves, punching into walls, clawing and toppling furniture, and smashing the precious izak-rock to pieces.

With one bite she had taken everything from him. With one bite she changed his entire life. From here on out, he would never have what he wanted. No matter how hard he tried, he would never again have the chance to win the high seat. But even as he raged, a deeper displeasure bloomed in him, growing stronger and stronger until he had to address it. His Omega had been fuckingdisobedient.

She knew that biting him would change what existed between them, and she did it as retaliation and without permission. That could not stand.

As realization dawned, he suddenly became aware of the most gorgeous scent. Dropping the chunks of wood he’d broken off the dressing table, he stilled, breathing in the fragrance. The aroma was so powerful, so rich and complex it made his cock harden, his balls tighten, and every inch of his body snapped to attention. A savage need descended on him and all thought fled his mind, as though the anger in his veins changed focus—he needed to claim, to own, to seize that scent.

Turning, he sought its origin, only to see his beautiful Omega staring at him with fully golden eyes.

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