Chapter 5
The hot glide of his cock through my folds detonates mini explosions between my legs. Delicious sensations spread outward from my clit and infect my entire nervous system. A feminine moan fills the air, and jealousy flashes through me until I correlate the vibration in my abused throat with the sound. My jaw, lips, and throat ache from his previous roughness, but the pain is nothing compared to the pulsing in my abdomen.
Drowning in his kiss, I cling to him with all my might, fisting and clawing his shirt until the fabric rips and flesh greets my fingers.
I give back everything he gives me, our tongues dueling and teeth clashing as we each consume the other, but his harsh grip on my breast shocks me into the present.
He squeezes me through the fabric before plucking and twisting my nipple. I whimper and splay my hands over the impressive expanse of his chest, enamored by the sheer size of him and entranced by the play of hard muscles under his scarred flesh. He skims his palm down my side, highlighting my feminine curves with a squeeze of my hip, and sneaks his hand under the hem of my dress.
I gasp as he reaches between our bodies and circles a finger around the sensitive bundle of nerves above my opening. He tilts his hips, rubbing his cock through my folds, and teases either side of my clit, blocking his shaft from stimulating where I want him most. I arch my back and whimper as his hand twists in my hair.
“More?” he murmurs against my lips.
A whine slips from my throat. The sound should embarrass me, but need pounds through my veins. Every cell in my body strives for something I can’t name. Something only he can give me. Something powerful and life changing.
He dips his finger lower. Emptiness plagues my insides. I clench around nothing, making my desperation even worse.
“Are you sure, little angel?”
Blood wells underneath my digits as I claw at his chest.
His chuckle vibrates through me.
Desire squeezes the breath from my lungs as he draws designs along my sex and teases my entrance. I squirm, unable to breathe, and seek his mouth, but he leans away, shifting the hard rod between my legs and bumping my clit.
I ride the waves, but it’s not nearly enough. I need more. So much more.
The world narrows to where our bodies touch. Delicious pressure grows between my legs. I hiss as his finger sinks into my body. The stretching hurts so good. I need more, even though fear ices my spine.
He adds a second finger.
I can’t breathe. The pinnacle lies just out of reach. A little more and I’d detonate. One stroke over my clit. The curl of his fingers inside me. A lick on the shell of my ear.
I need these things. All of them. Now.
“More?” he asks in a slightly mocking tone, but the gruffness scrambles my senses and I whimper again.
He adds a third finger. I push, pull, writhe, and dig my knees into his hips, overwhelmed by the painful yet glorious stretching. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
I teeter on the edge of a cliff.
“More?”
His rumble nearly sends me over.
“Say it,” he growls.
“Please,” I beg.
“Fuck, angel, I can’t—”
I grind myself lower onto his fingers until the calluses on his palm mash my clit.
The world spins. Frigid, textured metal digs into my back. Hot, hard alpha covers my front.
I’m empty. So empty.
The broad head of his cock settles between my folds. Wetness leaks from me, but when he pushes forward, a pain pulls a hiss from my lips.
My alpha’s teeth and tongue capture my mouth, promising pleasure beyond my imagination. I give myself to him, knowing a fight would be futile. He’s so big. So strong.
Too big. Too strong.
A feminine voice cries out as he forces the tip of his dick through my entrance. He invades further and further, stretching and filling me in one slow, ruthless thrust, until his partially engorged knot squashes my pussy lips.
“Too much. Stop. Please,” I whisper, too far gone to climb higher yet unable to jump into bliss.
“You asked for this, baby. No going back now. You’re mine. My female. My omega. My fallen angel.”
He pushes me over the edge with several brutal yet controlled thrusts of his hips. Fireworks burst behind my closed eyelids and electricity shoots from my core to my extremities. The glide of his massive cock as he invades and retreats shatters my higher thoughts and drowns me in sensation.
When my diaphragm finally relaxes enough for me to pull in a breath, I blink open crusty eyes and meet terrifying black orbs. Without a trace of his irises visible, his eyes offer me a view into the darkest of underworlds.
“How much farther will you fall with me, angel? This isn’t enough. Not nearly enough. I need more.”
My vision blanks white and agony spears between my legs when he shoves himself deeper. His next thrust hurts impossibly worse. Fresh tears pour down my temples and I push against his chest as his partially inflated knot stretches my entrance. White-hot fissures of misery warn of tissues tearing if he doesn’t stop.
I whimper and silently beg for salvation.
The devil delivers in his own way.
I launch into a brand-new world of dark depravity. He pins my knees to my shoulders and sets a merciless rhythm, pulling so far out his flange stretches my entrance before funneling back in so hard his tip hits a painfully sensitive spot deep within me. I writhe and fight for breath as he pummels my body against the floor. The violence nourishes my omega beast despite the terror jangling within me.
Expecting his gigantic knot to rip me to pieces, I’m too scared to orgasm, yet too full to ignore the pleasure and pain roaring through me.
He stops with only half his shaft pulsing within my pussy. I stare in shock as scorching hot liquid spurts from his tip and floods my insides despite his engorged knot being outside my body. The angry red bulge pains my omega heart.
He snarls and wraps his fist around the base of his cock before he yanks his cock out of my pussy. I extract my nails from his arms and watch stupidly as he covers my mons and the back of my thighs with his release.
With jerky movements, he breaks the straps of my shift and yanks the fabric down to bare my breasts. Heat pulses low in my abused abdomen as pearly white fluid splashes onto my nipples and trails down my pale curves.
He scrunches my dress in his hand and marks my stomach with his seed. The sight of my belly button filled with his release sends a surge of delight through my omega heart. My insides throb and fluid gushes from my opening, but very little slick joins his cum.
Fatigue and frustration sap the energy from my limbs, so I relax against the floor, uncaring about the uncomfortable position.
The Submarine’sfeatures slingshot into my subconscious. I’ll never be free of him. He owns me now, even without marking or knotting me.
I never once entertained the idea of an alpha with such restraint. To fuck an omega on the verge of heat, but not knot her, goes against all expectations.
His control breaks my defenses quicker than anything else ever could.
Yes, it hurt. A lot.
But I’m not broken and bleeding, just sore and overwhelmed.
“What do I call you?” I ask.
“Alpha. Master. Satan. King of assholes,” he mumbles as he settles his hips between my splayed legs and lowers himself to his elbows, framing my head with his forearms.
His sardonic tone doesn’t register before my mouth moves without permission.
“No, I mean, what’s your name?”
“Why do you want to know, so you can curse me when I lose control and ravage you again?”
I blink up at him, my thoughts too far away for me to register the emotions in his voice.
“No, I need a name for my savior.”
He quirks a brow and brushes my hair back with achingly gentle strokes. Such gigantic, powerful hands shouldn’t be capable of such tenderness.
My breath hitches and a stray tear seeps down my temple.
“I don’t think savior is the right word to describe me, angel.”
“It is, though. None of the alphas at the slave market would have done what you just did. They would have knotted any and all of my holes the second they had the chance.” Fury darkens his eyes as he grinds his jaw, but I can’t stop my wayward mouth. “Whoever bought my first heat wouldn’t have shown such restraint, even with The Sisters overseeing the process. You—”
His hand covers the bottom half of my face, cutting me off and smearing the goop caked on my chin, and he leans down to growl in my ear.
“I shouldn’t have fucked you at all. Your body isn’t ready yet, but I couldn’t stop myself, so don’t make me into a saint.” He loosens his grip on my face and wipes the tear off my temple with his other thumb. “I can’t handle those innocent eyes staring so sweetly up at me. They make me want to do unspeakable things to you, little angel.”
What little saliva left in my mouth dries up. No more tears spill from my lashes, despite the lump in my throat.
His refusal to see my point of view only solidifies his goodness in my eyes.
He may have stolen, terrified, and hurt me, but he hasn’t injured me. He hasn’t crushed my spirit. He hasn’t used and discarded me.
I swallow.
My periphery fades to black. A cramp steals through my midsection, but no slick gushes from my pussy. I reach up and grab his sides, but my strength wanes and I lose my grasp on his shirt.
The moment he senses something wrong, he pulls me into his lap. With his pants tangled in his holsters and the benches so close together, the position proves more than awkward for him, but he angles his shoulders and wedges his knees against the opposite bench and wraps me in his arms.
For the first time in my life, I bask in a warm, living cocoon. It’s the best nest in the universe and I never want to leave.
A low, angry rumble leaves my chest as my perch moves. I fight the encroaching darkness, but a circle consumes my periphery and shrinks toward the center of my vision. I close my eyes, but my alpha shakes my shoulders.
A sweet and citrusy smell tingles my nostrils.
“Drink,” he demands.
The cold rim of a container presses against my bottom lip. I open my mouth despite just wanting to sleep.
Cool liquid shocks my tastebuds into overdrive, and I suck down the beverage as fast as he allows.
As my body absorbs the sugar, I sigh as yet another realization hits me.
The Submarinerecognized my dehydration before I did. After hours of straining in my cage, surrounded by alpha stink and sweating in the blistering sun, my body used up all the water I drank this morning. My oncoming estrous only compounded my dilemma.
He knew. That’s why he didn’t knot me.
It’s also why he offers me a second drink, this one plain water, but the crisp flavor baffles me.
I’ve never had such clean water before. Even without my sight, I know it lacks the reddish tinge of what The Sisters hauled into my room each day.
I lift my lids to check the container but drown in intense amber eyes. Whoever gave him such thick lashes has earned all my praise and worship.
“Name?” I manage despite the heaviness of my tongue.
“Port. My name is Port. And yours?”
“Coral.”
His deep rumble turns my bones to slush, and I close my eyes to savor the sensation. My heart thuds against my sternum. Need pulses deep in my abdomen, but I wince from the swollen tissues between my legs.
Thick fingers grasp my chin. I open my eyes.
“Be careful how you wield it, little angel,” my alpha says.
For a moment, I stare blankly up at him.
Wield what? I don’t have a weapon, and even if I did, haven’t I already proven I won’t hurt him? One knife remains in his holster while the other teeters on the edge of the bench beside his shoulder.
His eyes dip to my lips and understanding dawns.
He chuckles and rubs his thumb along my lower lip.
Emotions too big to understand swell within my chest.
He gave me something no one else ever thought of giving me. I never imagined I’d receive such a precious gift, no matter how warped it may be.
By telling me his name, he gave me power over him. He willingly offered me a way to leave my mark on his soul.
He stole me. Terrorized me. Hurt me.
He also slaughtered his way through a crowd, showed me a gentleness I thought couldn’t exist in this world, and proved himself more humane than any other alpha on the surface.
The Submarineis mine. My alpha. My Port.
As he shifts around to remove his holsters, boots, and pants, I bury my face in his shirt and breathe through the storm whirling through my soul. My heat returns, and because of the hydration my alpha offered me, fresh slick accompanies each painful cramp. His hard cock grinds against my ass and encourages more wetness from my depths, but he ignores the calling of my body and yanks his shirt over his head.
I slip further into madness as his bare chest spans the width of my gaze. I need him. Every inch of him.
He’s mine.
The only doubt left within me is the niggling worry of being nothing but a broodmare. If I attach my soul to his and he steals my younglings from me, my omega heart will shatter into a million irreparable pieces.
No matter how much control he gives me, I’m powerless against the strength of his body.
I must endear him to me somehow, so when the time comes, he won’t become the heartless devil he claims to be.
I’ll make him want to give me what my omega soul yearns for.
A doting alpha. Arms overflowing with precious babes. Love.
A family. Happiness.
More. Always more.
With him.
Somehow.