Chapter 8
EIGHT
KNOX
Watching Thistle tumble over the edge of an orgasm was just as spectacular as I’d imagined.
Her fists balled in the sheets as her eyes went wide, and her perfect lips parted as the sweetest little moans broke from her chest. The picture I’d sent to Rogue was beautiful, but it was nothing compared to the way she looked now: cheeks pink and violet eyes dazed as the waves of her pleasure died down.
I drew the gun from her carefully, seeing her shudder as I removed it. I set it on the table beside me.
“Wh-what did you do?” She sounded utterly panicked.
I looked back at her curiously, taking her in head to toe and wondering what she meant by that.
“Why didn’t it—?” She cut off with a choked sound.
“Why didn’t it what?” I asked.
Had I blown her mind already ? Admittedly, she’d found nestling her tight cunt over the barrel of a gun much more arousing than even I’d expected, but maybe I should just stop expecting at all when it came to her.
Her breaths were heaving as she sat up, a horrified expression on her face.
“That good?” I asked, curling my fist around the chain and tugging her closer.
“No!” Her voice was high-pitched and vicious as she struggled, suddenly trying to get away, claws and teeth all coming out at once. My grip on the chain wasn’t nearly tight enough and I only just caught it before it slipped from my hand entirely. She tried to scramble away, dragging half the bedding with her, each word punctuated with a throw of her fist or foot as she tried to get free of me. “Worst. Orgasm. Of my. Entire. LIFE!”
I grinned, letting her go and watching as her momentum sent her sprawling forward before I pounced.
“You’re lying, Little Doll,” I growled as I caught her wrists, pinning them with one hand over her head as she bucked against me.
I crushed her to the sheets, free hand winding around her waist and dipping between her legs as my teeth found her neck. She went absolutely still, breaths suddenly short and sharp.
Fuck.
The urge to bite her was stronger than I’d anticipated, but everything, from her scent, to the sounds she’d made for me—even the way it felt to touch her—was demanding I do just that.
I had bought her to screw with Rogue, not for a bond.
With difficulty, I drew my teeth away, nipping her ear instead as I circled her clit. She growled, wriggling against me, grinding her ass against my rigid cock.
She was fucking magnificent. I could already feel her body tense as if she was closing in on another climax already. “Worst of your life?” I asked.
“It… it—” She cut off as I dipped my finger into her, a sweet mewl sounding in her chest. “H-hurt worse than any orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“ Hurt ?” I asked with a snort. That had not been pain I’d seen as her body had melted over the gun.
“Yup.” I could hear the edge of a desperate lie in the word. Her frosted moonflower scent was scorched as if she was still in panic mode as I returned to circling her clit.
“So, you don’t want me to do it again?” I asked, speeding up and feeling her begin to shake. I almost let out a laugh as she sank her teeth into my sheets, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would help her fight her pleasure.
“N-no.” The word was so weak and muffled it was almost pitiful.
I returned my teeth to her neck, and it did what I hoped it would. Her whole body tensed, a growl in her chest.
“Alright then, Doll, don’t come. ”
The words were laced with a command that took her off guard right as she should have tumbled over that cliff again, and she let out a strangled shriek.
“Shall I remind you it was your choice to stay,” I told her. “You could be curled up in your new nest right now.” I released her at last and shifted back on my heels, curious to what she’d do.
She shoved herself up, all static raven hair, violet-eyed Omega-hatred, and white-laced milky skinned goddess bundled into a fragile little frame.
“You weren’t supposed to—” She cut off, looking about ready to tear her hair out.
“Get you off?” I asked.
“What is wrong with you? Does your dick not work or something? Worried it isn’t going to live up?—”
She cut off as my fist closed in her hair. I dragged her off the edge of the bed in a split second, planting my feet on the hardwood as I seated myself. She had to grab my forearm to steady herself as she tumbled to the ground, but I was already pulling her up. My cock had been rock hard from the second she’d slipped onto my lap, but it was given new life as I looked at her on her knees before me.
“Why don’t you beg me to show you just how well my dick works.”
“No.”
I couldn’t place exactly what her outrage was for. Was she upset that I hadn’t fucked her?
That didn’t add up, but I was desperate to figure her out.
I arched her neck back, leaning close, basking in the hatred and confusion that was rolling off of her in waves as she struggled to contend with her own lust.
“When I ask you if you want something, you say yes, Little Doll. If I tell you to beg, you beg. That’s part of the punishment you said you’d take instead of him, is that clear.”
Her gaze roiled with disgust as she blinked up at me, but finally, she nodded.
Understanding, it seemed, didn’t mean obedience for her.
“Beg me to choke you with my cock.”
To my delight, her lips drew in a snarl and she shifted away. I coiled the chain, forcing her back to me.
She was, it turned out, atrocious at not being an absolute brat, and I just could not get enough of it.
With my free hand, I tugged at my sweats and freed my cock. Her chest heaved as her lips pulled back, eyes darting in shock between me my length. “Beg with your words, Doll, not your eyes,” I said. “Try again.”
“I hate you.” The feral glint in her eyes was earth stopping, sending a dizzying amount of blood to my shaft.
I tilted her chin up, thumb pressed to her plush lips my cock would soon be parting. “Last chance, or it will be so much worse when I claim that bratty mouth of yours.”
For a moment, her gaze flickered to the table, where the gun, my phone, and her bunny sat. She was made of pure viciousness as she looked back at me, each word more measured than I think I’d heard from her. “There’s a storm coming, Alpha,” she growled. “And I don’t know if you’re going to survive it.”
“Those are bold words,” I chuckled. “From the toy who just had the best orgasm of her life with a gun and an Alpha who isn’t her mate.”
Her eyes flashed with molten hatred, but I didn’t give her a chance to reply. I fisted her hair and clamped my fingers over her nose.
She let out a strangled sound and her lips parted in an instant as she gasped for a breath she never reached as I got to my feet and forced my length to the back of her throat.
Nails tried to draw blood as she scratched at my thighs, but I didn’t let go, a groan slipping out as her tight, hot throat squeezed my length like a vice.
“I think,” I said, dragging her neck further back and adjusting just so my swelling knot pressed against her taut lips. Her eyes watered as she was completely overwhelmed by me. “My dick is working just fine, don’t you?”
I held her there until her whole body seized, but I didn’t let up, drawing out and driving my cock into her mouth until tears were streaming down her face in streaks of black, and her fingers gripped me desperately.
“It’s so easy for me to use you like this, Doll, behave next time, and maybe I’ll play nice.”
I didn’t let go of her nose as I let her surface for air, and she managed two ragged breaths before I began fucking her again.
I kept an eye on her breathing so she wouldn’t pass out, but by the time I slammed into the edge of a violent climax, she was letting out pitiful whines with each thrust. Her scent was thick in the air, as angry as it was aroused and her grip on me trembled as black makeup had now made it down her neck and the curve of her breast.
I drew out at last, releasing her nose so I could fist the base on my cock as I held on.
“Beg for my cum down your throat,” I growled.
Her chest was heaving, eyes wild and feral as she spat an answer she couldn’t seem to hold back. “Fuck you.”
I grinned, only needing one stroke of my fist along my length to finish. I let out a growl of pleasure as I held her still and finished across her beautiful, defiant face.
“Good fuck toys beg when told.” I grabbed the chain and dragged it up. She had to grip me to stand, one fist clamped at my wrist as she steadied herself. “Shame, too. I told your mate he could have his muzzle off if you swallowed.”
She went still, lashes, heavy with damp makeup and cum, lifted as she stared at me in shock.
“W-wait.” Her voice cracked, expression desperate as she worked through that. “I can… I can do it again.”
I barked a laugh.
It was quite amusing, watching her war with the compliance she’d offered in protection of Rogue, and the fury that kept swallowing her obedience whole. “Not tonight.”
She looked incensed. I didn’t think I’d ever seen someone’s lip tremble with anger before, but it was fucking cute—twice as cute, with my cum smudged across streaks of black makeup.
She bit back her annoyance—or tried to—stepping closer to me, palms pressing against my torso as she looked up through thick, messy lashes. I swear the sides of my vision went hazy with the hormones in the room.
I blinked, and it was as if I’d lost a few seconds. Her body was pressed to mine, lips running along the ridges of my abs as she?—
Damn.
I coiled the chain in my grip, dragging her a step from me, freeing her hands, which were fumbling with the elastic of my sweats.
What the hell just happened?
As I jerked her away, she let out a snarl, grabbing at my arm, her voice a bratty whine that felt like it clawed soul deep. “I’m going again .”
Fuck. Me.
And why was I stopping her?
I wrinkled my nose, picturing Rogue snapping his seventh toothbrush of the week in a rage as he worked around the muzzle.
Worth. It.
I took a breath, my smile rigid. “Keep fighting me, Doll, see what else you’re giving up.”
“But I wanna suck your dick.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do .”
Did she just stamp her foot?
I don’t quite know how we’d got from me fucking her with a gun, to this. And a part of me (which was wildly confused as to why it was a problem at all) wanted to give her whatever she was asking for.
I needed… Damn.
I needed fucking air.
“On the bed. Present for me,” I growled.
With utmost contempt, and a glare she levelled my way for as long as she could get away with, she sank down onto the bed. I circled it until she was facing me, then reached out and tugged on the chain attached to her neck. “Closer to the edge, beautiful.”
It was impossible for her not to crawl to manoeuvre herself, and she refused to meet my eyes as she did.
When she was right where I wanted her, parallel to the edge, and only a foot from it, I stood, reaching the full-length mirror beside one of the dressers, and adjusting it so she could see herself in it. I returned, sitting at her side, examining her where she waited, cheek pressed to the bed, hips raised.
She was perfect, slender, with hips curved enough to give her a gentle, feminine shape, and even arched as she was, presenting so beautifully, there was still enough of her tight ass to squeeze. She jumped as I did, running my thumb close to the edge of her white lace panties.
She was still soaked, and the lace wasn’t enough to contain the slick that was leaking down her thighs, and I brushed it, the makings of a growl in my throat as I focused on the arousal filling the room.
I would take a breath, but first, I wanted her back on the back foot.
She’d shifted the tone unnervingly quickly.
I nudged the lace out of the way, and she shivered as the cool room air met her soaked pussy. I ran my thumb down her glistening entrance before I found her clit. She jumped as I put pressure on it, breath catching.
Let’s try again.
“Do you want me to claim this sweet cunt, Doll?”
Her hiss of frustration was music to my ears, but still, she didn’t answer. The sound turned sharply to a squeak as I pinched her clit, making her jump.
What I wasn’t expecting was another sharp spike of arousal from her scent, or the slick that pooled between her thighs. Low, panicked breaths aside, I’d just turned her on.
I’d give her one more chance.
“Do you want me to claim this sweet cunt?”
There was a long silence as she grappled with the command, and in her reflection I could see her eyes fixed on her fists, darting back and forth in genuine conflict.
I shifted my weight just enough to land a sharp slap on her pussy, and her squeak of shock was nothing to the way her scent spiked again, flooding the room.
“Alright.” I ran my palm from the small of her back to her shoulder blades, enjoying how she shivered. Then I stood. It wasn’t until I’d picked up my phone and was halfway to the door that she spoke.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting a snack.” I glanced back at her. “Wait for me—exactly like that, or I’ll decide you’re incapable of taking punishment for your mate.”
Stepping from the room was like waking from a dream. I took a deep breath, ignoring the deep sense of unease that returned with every inch of distance I put between us as I forced myself to leave.
Once down the hallway to the kitchen, I took my time. Leaning against the counter and taking a bite out of an apple, I opened up the conversation I had with Rogue.
My cock twitched at the preview of the photo I’d sent to him. It was a perfect shot of her, brows creased as her pussy was forced to stretch around the metal.
I watched as the message was marked ‘seen’ from Rogue’s phone, and I think that gave me more of a rush than beating the shit out of him ever had.
He replied, as if to make it clear I knew he had seen.
Rogue: Did you change the Netflix password?
I rolled my eyes, taking another bite of the apple and checking my notifications to find an email from my credit card: a new payment to Netflix.
I snorted.
A weak attempt at pretending he didn’t care. He was probably losing his mind right now.
I tapped back into the feed of my bedroom to see how Thistle was holding up, and, naturally, I wasn’t disappointed.
She was still on the bed in that sexy position, but she was clearly restless. I turned the volume up, taking another bite, then paused, tilting my head.
Was she growling ?
I turned up the volume more, zooming in. She fisted her hair, twisting her neck to look at the door. Sure enough, as she adjusted again, there was the faintest rumble in the audio that was definitely a growl.
I grinned.
How long would she make it?
Apparently, until I was tossing the core in the bin and pouring myself a glass of whiskey. With it in hand, I crossed the kitchen to the hall, watching as Thistle ran out of patience.
She’d shoved herself up, glaring about the room as she wiped her face free of cum with her arm, which was a shame. Then her fist closed around the chain at her neck and she tugged on it furiously. Her gaze landed on the far bedside table—the one with the gun and her Bunny.
I reached the door of my room when she finally moved.
Muttering something incomprehensible, she all but tumbled from the bed, picking herself up ungracefully and giving it a kick before making for the bedside table.
I paused at the door, instead leaning against the wall, willing to wait it out and see what she’d do.
She grabbed her bunny for a moment, hugging it close, then set it back down. Next, she picked up the gun, turning it in her hands and checking it.
I found myself so desperately curious about what was going on inside her mind, it was jarring. I don’t think I’d cared about anything—outside of hatred—in forever. Not since before .
Next, she looked around the room, a scowl on her face.
Was she going to make another escape attempt?
Something told me no…
Sure enough, she reached for the drawers on the bedside table and opened them one by one. Whatever she was looking for, she wasn’t pausing long to check for it.
I frowned as she vanished into my bathroom, and I heard the sound of drawers being opened, and then the creak of my walk-in closet’s door.
In there, she rummaged for a while, and I made out what could only be furious muttering as she did. Finally, there was the sharp bang of the gun going off once more.
I raised my eyebrows, unsure what had just happened.
Then she marched out, looking a lot less angry, set the gun down on the bedside table, and clambered back onto the bed.
Fascinated, I chose that moment to pocket my phone and open the door. I stepped into the room in time to see Thistle diving across my bed and scrambling clumsily back into presentation.
I made her wait, crossing the room directly to the massive walk-in closet. I sensed the shift of worry in her frosted moonflower scent as I did, but I ignored it, peering about inside.
Wealth and me weren’t well suited for each other, and there wasn’t much here I was attached to. It took me a moment to realise that wasn’t entirely true.
I set my drink down on one of the dresser surfaces and opened the middle drawer, shifting folded clothing out of the way until…
Huh.
Tucked away and almost forgotten, was an old polaroid, withered and folded. Upon it had been the image of two young men, neither one recognisable to me any longer, as they’d looked over at the camera from outdoor seating in a Las Vegas bar. And I say it had been, because the picture now had a bullet hole through the middle, which destroyed most of what was recognisable of the two faces.
I returned it to the drawer and shut it, picking my glass up and downing the rest.
Luckily for her, that photo had lost its meaning the same day I’d been handed the world. Freedom had found me just in time for its meaning to turn to dust. That was a relic from a nightmare I’d never found the strength to fully burn.
But those were some insane nesting instincts she had, honing right in on the only object in the room that might hold meaning to me.
And then shooting it.
She really liked to kick the beehive.
She looked concerned as I stepped out of the closet with nothing in my hands, her head tilted to face me as she chewed on her lip.
I circled back around the bed and sat beside her. “Thank you.”
She frowned, peering up at me curiously. “For… what?”
“Waiting so well,” I replied, knuckle brushing the smooth flesh of her ass. “Whatever else?”
“Oh, uh…” She wriggled slightly against the contact, violet eyes relieved. “So… Rogue’s not gonna get punished, right?”
I smiled. “No,” I told her, hand running up and down her thigh, letting my knuckles linger near the damp white lace barely enough to keep her slick in. “Now, I’m going to show you what you get for being such a good girl for me.”
I wanted to see that needy little cunt of hers forced to take my cock, needed to hear what siren’s sounds she’d make as that petite body accommodated me.
I would make her do it, too, while I held her in front of me. I would feast on every shift in her expression as I made her go slow so she could wonder if she would fit me. I wanted to see more inky tears as her perfectly tight cunt had to stretch, again, around my knot as I buried myself far too deep.
It was unfair that Omegas even came in her size, but I would enjoy it. She would, too, if she learned how to behave. For a brief flash of a second, I pictured her next to Rogue—an Alpha who made me feel small.
He would break her in two.
I shoved the thought back in disgust, then did away with the entire fantasy.
I had time to fuck her a thousand ways, but tonight, I was so much more caught up in how frightened she was of the pleasure I’d just given her.
I was following instincts I couldn’t quite explain, ones that told me this was how to make her mine. I would break this Omega so thoroughly that she would crawl to me from Rogue and beg me to take her.
She was so petite it was easy to use my thumbs to spread her sweet cunt as my fingers curled around her thighs. As I lifted her, her fists closed in the sheets, knuckles pressed together ahead of her as she tried to balance. She let out a whimper, confused as she lost control, and her legs flailed before the tops of her feet curled around the inside of my biceps to steady herself.
What a perfect little fuck doll. With the hold she had on me, I could shift my grip from her thigh to press my palm against the small of her back.
“Arch for me,” I breathed, as I wound my fist around the chain again, tugging her neck back further.
In the mirror, I could see her eyes were desperate and wide, confusion in them that just added to my anticipation.
“Keep your feet just like that, doll. Let me go before I say you can, and he’ll wear the muzzle until next week no matter how many times you choke down my cum.”
She whined in distress, legs tightening around where they were hooked at my arms.
This was so much more than I’d imagined. I was free to play with her all I wanted.
I dragged my tongue up her centre, from clit to ass, and she let out a sound of strangled shock. I didn’t think she’d ever been treated like this before, which meant it was mine.
Not Rogue’s.
No other Alpha in the world had seen this side of her, and that knowledge was a goddamned drug.
I’d thought, after her first climax like this, that would be the end, but as I felt her crumble beneath me, I realised this was just the beginning.
I couldn’t stop, not after one, or two, or when she was shaking so violently in my arms I had to lower her to the bed and turn her on her back so I could carry on.
Every sound she made was a siren’s call, and everything was narrowing around me, time losing meaning as the world became nothing but her. The way her skin glowed into the moonlight through the window, the glossy hair that tumbled around her, the glittering, dazed fury that was slowly shattering for confusion every time her violet eyes met mine.
That thing that shattered within her, it opened a dam. Frosted moonflower was my drug, doubling in potency each time she came apart, each time I praised her and told her she was beautiful.
I don’t know how long it had been, but I found myself on a precipice.
She was shivering beneath me as I slid two fingers into her. Her lip was caught in her teeth as she shook her head, eyes squeezed shut, breaths heavy.
“Come.” Still following instincts I couldn’t explain, I used my Alpha bark. It was as if I felt it collide with her, meeting a wall that finally cracked. My command swept in, seizing her will and snuffing it out like a candle in a storm.
I could feel it through our touch, see it in her dazed eyes that opened as her lips parted, as she stared up at me and she came apart again, though this time… was different.
Touch starved Omegas could be volatile—vulnerable, and I’d just felt her break beneath me.
Scent matches could go to hell.
This Omega was mine.