29. Sadie #2
It vibrated inside me, and I trembled.
I liked pain.
Xerxes pressed his lips against mine and breathed into my mouth, “Poor little alpha. You’re going to take it, and you’re going to like it.”
It was already too much.
His fingers tightened around my neck until I saw stars.
Xerxes gently pulled my neck forward, then banged my head against the wall.
He shoved his vibrating cock a little deeper, leaned down, and sucked my small tit into his entire mouth.
Then the bastard bit down.
I screamed as I came.
I was barely conscious, and his fingers were unrelenting as he choked me harder.
“It’s too much,” I moaned as euphoria blinded me. “I can’t come again.”
Flecks of cinnamon sparkled in the air around us.
I burned alive.
Xerxes chuckled against my neck.
“I haven’t even begun.”
In another life, I would have shuddered at the fact that I was losing my virginity against a wall, to a massive warrior who was once my enemy, as he choked me out, bit me till I bled, pulled my nipples raw, and told me I was his possession.
Dick still spearing my entrance, Xerxes whispered in my ear, “Tell me you’re my alpha, baby girl. Tell me your omega owns your fucking soul.”
I snarled, “Then fucking begin.”
Xerxes released my entire boob with a pop and dragged his tongue wantonly across my lower lip.
The hand choking me lessened its pressure, and I opened my mouth to gasp for air.
He used the opening to angle his head and press his tongue deep into my mouth.
It wasn’t a kiss.
Xerxes mercilessly battled my tongue, shoving cinnamon down my throat. It was a claiming.
With his mouth still consuming mine, he growled into me, “That’s my baby girl.”
The hand around my throat squeezed tightly until I saw stars.
Just before the world could go dark, his fingers released, and I gasped, choking on the cinnamon tongue still buried deep in my mouth.
I dragged my tongue along his and fought to claim him back as he buried himself deeper into my mouth.
Wrenching my head to the side, I snarled, “ You’re mine.”
Purple eyes engulfed in fire, too-pretty omega features sneered. “Bet.”
As the word crossed his lips, he rammed his vibrating cock through my virginity, slamming my body against the wall.
I screamed.
He bellowed.
The pain was excruciating—his knot ground against my clit with impossible speed—so was the pleasure.
I sobbed as once again I came.
“MY ALPHA!” he bellowed.
There was no air in the room, only cinnamon, sex, and aggression.
Xerxes pulled back and repeatedly slammed his dick into my cervix.
I’d been right; he was a dark prince.
Purple eyes glowed demonically, long hair billowed on a blizzard, and muscles rippled with impossible strength.
The hilts of his daggers jabbed into my thighs.
I’d always liked villains.
Xerxes quietly growled, “I own your cunt.”
I screamed as another orgasm hurtled through me.
As shock waves pulsed through my core and ass, I brought my lips to his ear. “Fuck you, Xerxes.”
My voice was awed, the words a prayer.
It sounded like, I love you.
The last semblance of any sanity snapped, and Xerxes succumbed to his snarling beast.
Xerxes growled, “No, fuck you, baby girl.”
It sounded like, I love you more .
My omega ravaged me.
His hips were punishing as civility melted off his face. His mask fell.
No one would ever mistake what we were doing for lovemaking.
Xerxes took me aggressively against the wall. He fucked me. His knot ground against my clit and vibrated at a frequency that defied physics.
He used my body, and I used him back.
The omega took me until there was nothing left to take, and I could do nothing but scream in ecstasy as he pounded me into another dimension.
I sobbed.
He bit down.
I bled.
His dick vibrated faster.
I came with a scream.
He slammed me harder into the wall.
I whispered his name.
Xerxes spoke reverently as he rammed his pulsing dick inside me, his knot stimulating my clit until I screamed. “You’re my alpha. I claim you. I own you. There will never be an omega who ever fucks an alpha like I fuck your cunt.”
I came again.
He snarled, “You’re mine, baby girl.”
I bit down on his neck as hard as I could. “No, you’re my omega.”
Xerxes tangled one hand in my hair and one hand around my throat, ripped his dick out of me, pulled my head back at an impossible angle, turned me around, and shoved my chest forward.
Suddenly, my core was uncomfortably empty.
His chest engulfed my back as he pinned me so my body was flush against the wall, my sensitive nipples scraping against wood as he pressed harder.
I couldn’t see anything and growled with disappointment.
He sheathed his dick into me with one motion.
At this new angle, his tip slammed into my cervix, balls tight against my heat. His fingers rubbed against my clit.
I would have screamed as shock waves pulsed through my core, but I’d lost my voice.
The hand in my hair wrenched my face back further, and he shoved his tongue into my mouth as I strained at an awkward angle.
Xerxes slapped my ass and rammed against me at the same time.
His hands twisted my nipples painfully as my face banged against the wall. My core pulsed and wetness dripped down my legs.
Xerxes pistoned his hips faster and sent me hurling to new heights.
He dragged two fingers over my lips, then shoved them deep into my mouth until I choked on cinnamon and musk.
I moaned.
Xerxes gagged me with his fingers.
Suddenly, his other hand slapped my clit, and the sensation was so powerful my womb cramped as I came.
For a second, my omega stopped moving.
Again, Xerxes whispered, “That’s a good baby girl.”
Hot liquid pulsed inside me, and he resumed slamming me against the wall as he pinched my chaffed nipples and rode out his release.
His legs trembled, and he jammed me tighter against him so I couldn’t move.
Strong hands pulled my thighs wide so he hit new depths as he fell to his knees.
He rolled onto his back and held me with my back to his chest, keeping me atop him with his dick buried deep.
“Mine.” He bit down hard on my neck, and my pussy spasmed with agreement.
In another life, I wouldn’t have lain atop him, boneless, with his vibrating dick buried deep inside me.
But I hadn’t fought in the barren wasteland of the shifter realm, in the hot sands of the fae colosseum, and in a Mafia fight club to not enjoy an omega taking my virginity with such violent abandon that I’d touched nirvana and transcended the boundary between mind-numbing pain and exquisite pleasure.
So when Xerxes finally pulled his dick out of my heat, wrapped his hand around my throat one last time, and pushed me onto the floor, I didn’t fight it.
When he raked his fingers across the cum on my thigh and shoved his fingers into my entrance as he stabbed his tongue as deep as he could inside my mouth, I lay back and enjoyed it.
“You’ll keep my cum inside your cunt,” he growled, tongue still in my mouth, fingers still buried deep inside me.
I nodded sleepily and whispered, “Whatever you say, omega,” as an alpha purr trembled through my chest.
Anyway, I was 99 percent sure that, as a female alpha, I couldn’t get pregnant, but I wasn’t about to bring that up. I let him do his thing.
“My omega,” I murmured, my lips curled into a content smile.
Xerxes’s voice cracked on a sob as he whispered, “I love you.”
He trailed featherlight kisses across my face.
My heart froze in my chest. Holy fuck.
The warmth from the fire crackled deliciously and pulled my eyelids lower. Soft jazz music twined around us, fresh snow gathered in piles.
He wrapped his naked body around mine until I was completely cocooned. He shielded me from any harm.
I whispered back softly, “I love you too.”
Because it was true: I didn’t want to go a single day without the fierce omega at my side.
Wetness dripped across my cheek.
He was crying.
In this life, I was too tired to give a single shit.
At some point, a small, fluffy kitten curled up beside me, purring softly, and I pulled it against my chest to cuddle.
I purred back.
Love you so much.
I claimed him.
Smiling, I licked spice off my lips.
One thing flitted across my consciousness before I fell asleep: how had I ever thought that cinnamon was sweet?
It fucking burned.