Page 50 of Sins of His Wrath

Akoro didn't give her time to adjust. He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, setting a punishing rhythm fueled by possession rather than pleasure. She could scent it on him—his volatile need to own, to brand, to reclaim her as his. But her body didn’t know the difference. And she didn’t care.

Her hands braced against his chest, fingers digging into hard muscle as she rose to meet each thrust, their bodies colliding in slick, squelching smacks. Her inner Omega keened, rejoicing in the sensation of finally being filled, of being claimed so obscenely, so thoroughly.

Akoro’s grip on her tightened. One hand gripped her hip with bruising intensity, the other planted beside her head, his arms caging her in. His pace grew rougher, more relentless. He grunted and growled, thrusting harder, his scent deepening, and he thrust deep, dragging strangled moans from her lips as her body burned with pleasure.

Naya whimpered, spreading her legs wider. A madness of bliss surged through her, building to its peak quicker than she had time to prepare for. This was delicious savagery in the very best way.

He gathered her wrists in one large hand, pinning them above her head. He adjusted his angle, and she cried out, the pleasure heightening. His other hand tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes never left her face, watching every flicker of pleasure, every moment of surrender.

“Mine,” he growled, voice thick with primal possession.

Naya’s eyes narrowed, even as she clenched around him. "For now."

Something dangerous flashed in his eyes.

Without warning, he pulled out, leaving her shockingly empty, before flipping her onto her stomach. She barely had time to gasp before his hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her down while the other lifted her hips.

Then, with a single ruthless thrust, he drove back into her with a force that tore a cry from her lips.

The new angle was devastating. He reached places inside her that made coherent thought impossible. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, trying to hold firm as he claimed her with relentless determination.

He pressed her ass apart and widened her cunt with his thumbs. Naya pressed her face into the bed, mortified at what he was looking at. She had to be messy, dripping and slimy with slick, and yet another pleased grunt came from his throat. Letting go of her ass, his hand snaked around to find her sensitive bundle, circling in time with his savage thrusts until she was trembling on the edge of release.

"Look how sweet this tight little cunt is," he ground out. “It will always be mine,tmot zia. You cannot keep it from me.”

Heat flooded her cheeks at the crude, filthy words. But she couldn’t deny how they made her pulse quicken, how they sent another wave of need crashing through her. Pleasure crashed over her in violent waves, her inner walls clenching around him as she cried out, the sound muffled by the bedding.

Akoro didn’t slow.

He drove into her trembling body with raw determination, his movements sharp and desperate as his knot began to swell. His thrusts grew shallow, erratic. A deep, guttural groan rumbled through his chest and he slammed so hard, his knot locking them together, that she fell forward onto the bed, trapped underneath him.

Naya went limp as he spilled inside her, boneless, panting, utterly spent.

Neither of them moved, their bodies connected in the most intimate way, slick with sweat and satisfaction. Their heavy breaths were the only sound in the dimly lit chamber. Akoro’s chest heaved behind her, his weight pressing into her, anchoring her in place.

Naya didn’t fight it.

She let herself relax into the comfort of it, savoring the feel of his warmth, his scent still thick in the air, clinging to her like a second skin. His breath was slow, measured, his body locked to hers in a way that should have made her feel caged.

But it didn’t.

Her body hummed with the lingering echoes of pleasure, each aftershock reinforcing the truth she didn’t want to acknowledge—her body had never fought him. Not once.

Even now, with his knot holding them together, her inner Omega basked in his presence, in the heat of his claim.

Her logical mind whispered that she should move. That she should roll away, create distance before she lost herself completely. But her inner Omega had no such hesitation. That part of her was already lost to him, relieved that he was here, that he had comforted her, that she was exactly where she belonged.

He was perfect in every way, the strongest, the most dominant, the most important thing in the room. So why should she concern herself with anything else?

Naya clenched her jaw, shoving the thought away, urging herself to think, to untangle the knots of logic buried beneath the haze of satisfaction. This was dangerous.

She wasn’t in her Haze—there was no excuse.

Pushing back, she wrestled with conflicting impulses—to resist, to submit, to damn the consequences either way. Then a thought fluttered to the surface with sudden clarity. Now was the time to decide.

She was here to be used, to sacrifice herself for her empire’s safety. Akoro would take what he wanted, whether or not she resisted. He didn’t need her permission, but her inner Omega did. Otherwise, she would keep fighting herself, tearing herself apart.

Before she could reach the end of her thought, Akoro’s hands were on her again—turning her, arranging her limbs to his satisfaction. She’d been so deep in thought, she hadn’t even realized his knot had shrunk and he’d slipped out of her. But now he was pulling her to the edge of the bed, standing between her spread thighs, his cock already hardening again.

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