Page 70 of Bonds of Hate

I have the ridiculous thought that this might be the first time anyone has ever done this for him willingly. Even if the queen condescended to kneel for him, she still held all the power. The act remained one of force.

My nerves have officially taken a back seat to asense of determination. I can do this. I can beat these Alphas at the stupid games they play.

My voice is barely recognizable to me when I speak. It’s strong, surer than I’ve ever been, even in my own head. “Command me, just like she would do to you.”

It’s a command of its own, but if Poe even notices, he doesn’t chastise me for it.

He sighs heavily, like he is the one taking on some sort of significant burden rather than me. “Tell me how much you want to give me your mouth.”

The words taste like brimstone and ash on my tongue, even though my belly clenches tight as I say them. “I want to suck you.”

“Filthy little thing.” His hand cradles the back of my skull, the weight of it heavy even though he doesn’t use any pressure. “Get on with it, then. Use that pretty pink tongue.”

My eyes squeeze shut as I poke out the tip of my tongue with a tentative lick. This obviously isn’t my first blowjob, forced or otherwise, but I screw up my face in concentration like it’s the very first time. I get the impression that the virginal reluctance act is what he needs from me. Poe couldn’t have been an oral sex expert when the queen compelled him to his knees, so in this moment, neither am I.

His thighs tense under my hands as I trace my tongue up and down the side of his shaft. He tangles my hair around his fingers. I sense his tension as he resists the urge to pull my head harder against him. I’m purposefully making him wait. Teasing him.

The weight of his hand on my head grows noticeablyheavier. His warning of growl is more of impatience than pleasure. I know Poe is moments away from snapping away my fragile thread of control over him.

The taste of him is explosive on my tongue as the tip of him pops past the ring of my mouth. I sink down as far as I can without gagging and trace the hard nodule of his growing knot at the base of him.

“Fuck, just like that,” he croons. The fingers on my head turn gentle, brushing through the strands of my hair in a petting movement. “Use your tongue right there. You’re taking me so deep. Do you like pleasing me?” I murmur a positive response that hums through his flesh. He groans and surges his hips, making him hit the back of my throat in a way that should be painful, but isn’t. “Such a good little whore for me. Take it all.”

I’m deep underwater, his scent surrounding me on all sides until I drown it.

I instinctively chase his praise, altering my rhythm and speed in response to his sounds of pleasure. My mouth conforms to the shape of him, like my flesh and his were made to perfectly fit together. I want to explore even further, find all the places where the taste of sea salt and ocean musk is strongest.

With a mix of fascination and disgust, I recognize how much I want to please him. It’s a dangerous desire, especially with an Alpha. They aren’t capable of handling that sort of power over someone else gently.

But maybe I don’t want gentle. The thought of following that thread with him sends tingles of sensation right between my thighs. My knees shift under me in response to the growing ache.

Poe notices the change in me immediately. Teasing fingers trace the wrinkled frown on my brow, guiding my face back enough that I’m forced to meet his amused gaze.

His low voice practically drips with filth. “You think I don’t see you grinding on the floor? Nasty girl. I bet I’ll find you dripping if I shove my hand between your legs.” He chuckles as I force him deeper, unable to stop the slow circle of my hips, seeking friction where there is none. “Maybe if you do a good enough job, I’ll let you come next time you suck me off. Only good girls get to come. Are you going to be good for me?”

He laughs outright at my frantic nod. I’m too worked up for any of the shame I might normally feel. His hips thrust forward more steadily, a silent demand for friction.

Poe anchors his free hand at the back of my neck, his thumb sweeping over the jumping pulse there. “Yeah, you’ll be good for me, because I’m not giving you a fucking choice.”

The shock of pleasure I feel at his words nearly rocks me back on my heels.

He roughly cups my flushed cheeks before I can pull further away, guiding the movement of each bob and thrust. I abandon any pretense of coyness in the interest of not choking on him. Sloppy drool gathers in the coiled hairs springing from his base, coating my chin and cheeks until my face is a mess.

Poe makes wrecked noises as he entirely takes control, alternating words of praise with nonsensical noises of pleasure.

“Fuck, your mouth is so hot and wet. I feel you choking me down like the good little slut you are. I’m going to fillyou up, baby. You’re going to swallow me all the way down. You’ll taste me on your tongue for days.”

This is madness. Some distant part of me still wants to refuse to submit on principle, despite my enjoyment of this, but it grows smaller and quieter with each manic thrust of his hips. His scent might as well be life-saving oxygen as I breathe him in. I need it to survive.

He surges into my mouth, growing impossibly larger. My remaining instinct for survival has my hands cupped around his swelling knot before he can force even that down my throat and cut off my air completely.

I swallow him down as he finishes down my throat, one pulse after another, until cum dribbles out of the corners of my mouth and I finally have to shuffle back to avoid staining the dress.

He holds my head still before the tip of him completely escapes my mouth, not giving me the choice whether to spit or swallow the mouthful of salty ejaculate on my tongue. For the moment, I relish not being given the choice.

“Good girl,” he groans, words washing over me like a tidal wave. “Perfect little Omega.”

The praise makes me feel invincible, like I could move mountains if he kept using that tone with me. My treacherous heart beats too fast, legs quivering as I push slowly to my feet.

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