Page 25 of Auctioned to the Alpha

She recoiled at that, her eyes blinking several times. “How…how?”

“We’ll talk about that later.” He wasn’t entirely sure how much of it she’d actually heard. Typically, it manifested as a thought that wasn’t organic to the omega’s own mind, rather than an outside voice within her head. But the manifestations of the connection to one’s true mate—for this was a concrete indication that she was precisely that—could vary considerably, and at least in the early stages, were not at all reliably predicted.

She pressed on, perhaps trying to forget she’d heard it. “Get it over with then.” Her chin firmed, and she looked straight ahead.

“Your body says it would beanythingbut forced. Everyone here can see—and smell—that. Why deny what’s true? We don’t. Not ever.” He laid a hand on her bare flank. “Try it. You might like it…”

“I’dlikeit if you took me down, and gave me some clothes…”

“When it’s time.”

She gazed down at him again, the defiance momentarily drained from her eyes, replaced with real concern, and even a tiny bit of fear that even now wrenched his heart. “Then… what are you…?” She sighed, her lower lip beginning to tremble. “You aren’t going to…?”

“I never take my woman against her will, even if her body begs for it.” He stroked her belly with his thumb. “I will only fuck you when you ask me. When youbegme.”

Her eyes slid away once more. “Then you’re going to be waiting… a long fucking time.”

“Not so long, omega.” He leaned closer, so that only she could hear him. “Even now, the heat is wearing down your will, like the ocean’s waves eating away at the sandy beach. It’s only a matter of when, not if.” He stepped back, grinning up at her. “You’ll see. And it’ll be a mercy when it happens. For both of us.”

She said nothing, even as the pounding of her pulse was already beginning to sound in his own ears. It was music more lovely than any instrument he could ever hope to play.

You need to show her. A taste, if nothing else.

In truth, he’d seen it, in her mind. The need, vast and impossible to satiate. And it would only grow with each passing day. He almost—almost—felt sorry for the poor omega, soon to be as much a prisoner of her own lusts as her body was to his ropes.

He took both of her breasts in his hands, lifting and squeezing them firmly, staring into her eyes as he did it. She gasped, her lips falling open, a tiny vertical line deepening between her dark brows. He squeezed them again, harder, kneading them possessively, and a tiny moan slipped from her lips, even as the confused defiance flashed in her eyes for just the briefest of moments.

He leaned close, whispering the words at her ear as he fondled those soft, beautiful breasts in his hard hands. “Just the beginning, sweet omega. I can sense it. You can’t hide your need from me.”

“You… what’s happening?” The bewildered note in her voice was the last vestiges of her defiance crumbling before the irresistible force of that desire.

“There will come a day, omega, when these will be swollen with milk, your belly bulging huge and heavy with my heir. And I’ll drink your moans from your lips, taste the tears of long-denied desire on your cheeks as I squeeze these breasts even more. And you’ll beg for it, too, no matter how much they ache.”

“What is…yes…” Her head drooped, and he knew she watched his fingers circling, then pinching the erect nipples, her body arching as much as her bonds allowed as he pinched them again, harshly, her high-pitched keen making his own cock vibrate angrily with frustrated want.

He eased a hand downward, until his fingers tangled with the dense curls adorning her mons. Her scent was even stronger, as if combing through her luxurious pubic hair had somehow spread still more of her secret essence upon the air.

Exploring her sex, he took his time, for it was his to take, touching her anywhere and everywhere, making sure she understood that this most especially had been surrendered to her alpha.

Forever.

She tensed, the smooth, lithe muscles of her thighs tightening when he’d found the hard, surprisingly large, bud of her clitoris. Teasing back the hood, the burning heat of her thrilled him as he gently took it between thumb and finger, stroking and circling, squeezing ever so slightly until her breath caught in her throat.

“You… please…” Her hips canted toward him, and he smiled in satisfaction, the confirmation that she was no longer able to resist the truth, her passion, her impossible ache taking over in her mind, pushing all other considerations aside.

Now, there was only raw, animalneed.

The claws of his left hand were still extended, so he clasped her hip, Stacy hissing softly as the tips of the razor-sharp claws gripped, indenting her skin, but not quite puncturing it. There would be time enough for that too—later.

With his right, he plunged two fingers inside her, the slick easing the way, though Stacy still tensed and cried out, as he played with the firm rounded cervix, making her hips buck. He wondered if it was pain or pleasure that made her react that way, but in his mind, he knew neither one would deter him in the least from enjoying it, a point he emphasized by stroking the entrance to her womb all over again.

Her wetness was now running down to his wrist, and it encouraged him, her animal groan as he forced a third finger inside her making him grin, the sounds of her desperation only amplifying his enjoyment of exploring her helpless, naked form.

He leaned in close. “Only a taste, omega. As much as this fills you, this isn’t even close to what my cock will do to you. Ah, a good squeeze there—you like that, don’t you? Or maybe it makes you a little afraid?” He kissed her burning cheek, whispering the words, “It won’t stop me, when the time comes, sweet omega. I’ll stretch you on my cock, and there won’t be a thing you can do about it—and that’s just how you’ll want it. You’ll see. You’ll see.” He grazed her cheek with the edge of his teeth, growling deep in his chest at the way she cried out softly as he plundered her pussy with stronger and stronger strokes.

Using his thumb to friction her clit, he continued thrusting away, words abandoning his stubborn agent as her climax got ever closer. Her sex squeezed rhythmically as he drove his fingers inside, her breathing panting, then moaning, her hips grinding her clit savagely against his thumb.

“Should I deny you, omega?”

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