Chapter 4
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ALDRIC
T he taste of Jude’s blood flows through me, and I’m in fucking heaven. I knew he would taste as delightful as he smells.
My teeth sink in more, and I barely feel Jude’s fists as he beats against my arms and wherever else he can reach on the rest of my body. Even still, his moans of pleasure reverberate against me, a jolt of arousal and awareness rocketing through me.
Before I get too overwhelmed by his flavor and fuck him here and now, I retract my teeth and let him drop. As if boneless, Jude falls to the ground and lifts a shaky hand to his neck. Bewildered eyes meet mine, and I smile at him, blood and saliva dripping down my chin. With two fingers, I swipe it from my flesh and push it back into my mouth, not wanting to waste any of Jude’s taste.
“Get up, angel,” I dub him since everything about him is fucking heavenly. “Make this worth my credits.” I spent a substantial sum to have Jude in this maze, but I would have gladly paid more for the return I’m getting now. It took more time than I thought it would to track him down. My dick hardens at how much he’s making me work for it.
“You’re a monster,” he mutters, almost inaudibly against the din of screams and moans around us.
This maze was built for me and about twenty other Alphas who had credits to spend. We’ve been planning this Game Night maze for months, wanting our prizes and a way to contain them without other Alphas getting in our way. One of the Alphas owns this plot of land, somewhere away from the city and prying eyes. We pooled our credits and had the maze constructed. It gives us the privacy and the space we need while we play with our spoils.
I smirk, walking up to him. “You better run from the monster then. He’s not as forgiving as most.”
Giving me one last frantic glance, Jude gets to his feet and sprints away. I watch his ass in those ridiculously short shorts that I had him put into, and I smile, swallowing his taste down my throat. Yes, I’ll have that ass before long.
My instincts push me, telling me to hunt down what belongs to me and fuck him until I spill into him over and over. My cock hardens at the thought of Jude’s ass around me, him fighting me all the while.
His fight is a surprise. I didn’t expect him to be passive, but I didn’t expect as much of a battle between us. It’s maddening, and it’s tantalizing. I want more of it.
After a minute of allowing him to scurry away, I close my eyes and pull in a deep breath. When I blow it out, I allow my instincts to take over fully, not planning on reining them in until this night is over.
I run in the direction he went. The place is a true maze, allowing us to get just as lost as the omegas. I sniff the air, following the cherry blossom scent that belongs only to Jude.
A cry goes up when Jude sees me, and I push myself harder to get to him. He digs in as well, trying to put more distance between us, but I won’t have it. He’s mine, and I’ll have him now. I’ll leave him enough strength to run again when I’m done with him the first time.
Leaping at his back, I take him down to the ground, rolling him over so I’m on top of him. I gather his hands in mine, thrusting them over his head and squeezing his wrists tightly until he cries out.
“Yes,” I groan, nestling between his legs so he can feel how hard he’s made me. I grind against him, pressing against his throbbing cock. “Scream for me, angel.”
He fights me, yanking at his wrist and tossing his head. “Fuck you, Aldric! Let me go.”
“Not yet. Not until I’ve had a taste.” Removing myself from between his legs—but not releasing his hands—I pull his shorts down, drawing them off his ass. He tries to wiggle away, but I hold him still, getting a good view of his body. Under the light of the bright moon, he’s a fucking vision. His creamy skin glows under my hands, the moonlight illuminating him. Fuck yes. I want this omega. “You look good enough to eat, angel.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Aldric,” he spits, eyes blazing as he glares up at me with contempt. That just makes my dick harder.
Not bothering with removing my pants, I put my weight on Jude so he can’t get away and slide down my zipper. I fish into my underwear until I’m fisting my cock. I pull it out, rubbing it against his slick asshole.
“Augh!” Jude cries out, but instead of moving his hips away, he rotates them, sliding his hole against my cockhead and wetting me up with his juices.
“You want this, don’t you, my sweet omega? You want me filling your ass with my cock, splitting you open? Tell me,” I say, nosing against where I marked him, breathing him in and licking the wound clean. “Tell me how much you crave my dick.”
“No. I don’t.” Still, he moves his ass along my crown, rolling his hips until I’m almost breaching him.
“You’ll sing a different tune when I’m done with you. But for now, fight. Fight me, angel. Let’s see what you’re really made of.”
With that, I surge into him in one push, his pucker welcoming me, then clamping around me snugly. His mouth drops open, eyes wide as he absorbs me. Gods, he feels fucking good. Better than I thought he would. Still squeezing his hands above his head, I pull my hips back, then thrust into him, pinning him down with my free hand.
“You’re taking me well, angel,” I murmur, rolling my hips to get inside him as far as I can. “You want more? Beg me for it. Beg me to fuck you hard.”
Jude seems to come back to himself, eyes blazing even as he moans from my cock tunneling into him. “No. Get out of me.” His voice is hard but breathy. Jude yanks against my hands on his wrist and tries to shuffle away from me. The movement only excites me, and I sink further into him.
I smile, loving the fight. “Beg me.” I grunt, hips surging faster as his hole milks me. “Fuck. You’re fucking tight. I’ll have this pucker loose by the time I’m done with you.” I lose myself in him for a moment, pounding into him hard enough to make his teeth rattle. “Fucking beg me, angel.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head, but his objection is weak. “Fuck you. Fuck you!”
“That’s where you’re wrong, angel. I’m fucking you .” I glide my hand down his thigh and raise his left leg around my waist. Jude lifts the other and locks his ankles just above my ass. “Gods, yes. Take it, angel. Take me deep so I can breed your ass. ”
Jude rolls his hips, his stare boring into me hard. “Make me.” I watch as he gives in for a moment to the deep dicking. He tosses his head back, moaning loudly, though still fighting against me to get his hands free.
Growling, I pull out of him and flip him over. I only let go of his wrists for a second to position myself behind him before I grip them again. Forcing his legs open—though he tries to clamp them shut—I push back into him, my cock once again engulfed by his tight heat.
He screams and curses as I fuck him hard, thrusting into him with abandon. “This is what you wanted?” I taunt as I crowd him. “This how you wanted me to make you take it?”
“No! Fuck! No. Aldric. Please. Please, please, please. Oh Gods, please.”
My heart rate kicks up. Yes . I wanted him to beg, and the words sound sweet. “Tell me what you want.” I grunt between thrusts, his ample ass jiggling against me.
“I don’t know. I don’t … Aldric. Just … please. Don’t stop.”
Letting his hands go, I pull his hips off the ground and piston into him, his cheeks shaking as they devour my cock between the thick globes. Jude isn’t fighting me now, pushing his hips against mine, fucking me back. His high moans are sweeter than his begging, but only marginally.
I’m so close to coming I can taste it. I’ve wanted Jude under me for far too long, and I’m delighted the reality far outweighs the fantasy.
My cock swells, and my knot tingles, dying to grow inside him but not yet. He must beg me for the prize. Though it won’t be as satisfying, I pull out of him, jerking my cock until I come on a spray against his skin. I watch my seed slide down his back, ass, and thighs. More will join that, but he has to earn it .
Jude remains where he is, ass high in the air, breathing heavily. Puffs of dirt drift from where he pants.
I slap his ass hard, and a handprint appears among the come that stains his skin, then I get to my feet. “Get up,” I tell him. “I’m not done having my fun with you. I want to hear you beg more for me.”
Jude turns onto his back, grabbing his shorts with shaky hands and holding them to his chest. “There will be no more begging. You had your shot to knot and breed me, and you didn’t take it. You won’t get the opportunity again.”
Releasing a hearty laugh, I sarcastically ask, “Won’t I?” He appears unsure, but the glint in his eyes hasn’t left. Huh. Is Jude enjoying this? His cock is rock hard, leaking and begging for release. “You want to come, angel? Want me to peg your prostate?” I drop back to my knees and put a hand around his throat. I squeeze tight, watching his eyes bug out. “Or do you want my hand? Or my mouth?” Jude eyes flare with arousal and his need to breathe. “Both? I’ll suck you off, angel. I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life. All you have to do is beg.”
I let go of his throat, and Jude pulls in a long breath, coughing and sputtering. His face is bright red, and tears run down his cheeks. He’s fucking beautiful like this—debased and fucked savagely.
His eyes blaze hot with anger as he says, “I won’t beg.” Then my omega turns up the heat, flipping the game on me. He palms his dick, stroking it slowly. I watch his hand in rapt attention, his angry red cockhead peeking out of the tight circle of his fist. Beads of precome leak, which he uses to make the slide easier. “I can make myself come. And you can’t stop me.”
Quicker than a flash, I grab his hand and push it back over his head, gripping his wrist until he cries out in pain. “ Do not think to play with me, angel. You’ll lose every time. If you want to come, beg and I’ll make it happen. You won’t orgasm until I hear your pleas.” Giving his wrist one last squeeze, I climb off him and stand.
Peering into his angry but aroused eyes, I slide my cock back into my pants. “Now, run.”