Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
The thick bio-suit gloves abandoned her pussy and went to the reflective helmet’s latch. As it lifted, the most enticing scent slipped forward to tease at the estrous high Omega’s nose.
With a snarl, Brenya lost all interest in the Beta, reaching for that form holding her down as if salvation awaited.
One deep breath of her and Jacques grew vicious. He tore at the bio-suit, roared at her to spread.
But she was too far gone to pay attention. Tongue to salty flesh, clawing at any part that offered more perfect Alpha musk, Brenya rubbed herself against him.
It was not long before her back slammed against the wall with such force all breath was knocked from her body. Gasping, she was not even able to scream out her joy at the immaculate intrusion of an engorged, pulsating, and perfect cock.
One thrust, and the first knot was immediate. She had not even come, but her body began seizing in response to thick ropes of semen. Voice raw, Brenya’s first scream caught in a sandpaper throat.
She needed so much more.
Laughing as she sobbed, the pain began to abate and hunger began to replace it. Legs wrapping tightly around the middle of a body that would make it all okay, she squirmed against the knot, and set her teeth to the nearest bit of flesh and broke skin.
A male roar shook her, but she would not let go.
Fingers wrapped around her neck, forcing her head back, and then a delicious mouth was on hers.
This was not pleasure; this was preservation.
She was already begging him for more, because the cramp had returned and his knot was not enough.
“Mon chou—”
Whining, tears running down dirty cheeks she pleaded, “Help me.”
“You must be patient through the knot or I will not give you another one.”
Sobbing against a sweat soaked chest, the inconsolable Omega mourned her short-lived relief. By the time he could rut again, she was far gone into another world of need, unaware of all around her but the insatiable frenzy to fuck.
Ruthless, just like he promised, he was rough with her—abusing her clit, tormenting her nipples, and coming at his leisure while pointedly denying her release by keeping the knot outside her body.
It took hours of her begging before he allowed her to climax properly.
The torture had done its work. Brenya was broken, sweating, twitching, and unable to follow even the simplest command.
“I think you’ve learned who owns your body, who can deny your pleasure, and who can take all your pain away.” Jacques thrust in hard, rocking his pelvis exactly the way she needed, and lodging his growing knot deep in her core.
The scream wormed from her gut when her cunt began to milk him with ferocity, her hisses less animal and more maiden.
Lust drugged eyes blinked as if waking from a dream, an ocean of pleasure washing away consuming madness.
She knew that sculpted face, that golden hair. “Jacques?”
The little female was no match for the huge Alpha’s wrath. “You’ll never get away from me again.”
The moment’s clarity and the threat in his voice brought with it hysteria. Brenya tried to scramble out from under him, only for the Alpha to roar and flip her to her belly against the slick smeared, gritty floor.
When he forced his way back in, it felt so good, each punishing thrust drawing a wheezing scream from the female despite how she kicked her legs and refused.
It was not long before she was pushing her ass back against his hips, before she was squealing at the feel of his hand reaching under her to finger her clit. The beast grew appeased, less violent… almost gentle even when she submitted and climaxed when he ordered her to come.
Obedience was reward.
Growling with each breath, his weight on her back, a large hand began to rub the hair from her face. “Sweet girl.”
Blinking, the sweet girl’s eyes stared toward the cockpit door, toward the form of a tormented Beta who was openly ejaculating against the straining fabric over his erection as if it was his cock inside her.
There had not even been a form of friction to draw out his release.
He’d come from the sight and scent alone.
Their eyes met, even as Jacques began to pull her into another position. On her hands and knees with her breasts hanging down, the Alpha posed her as if taunting the Beta who wrenched against his restraints and strained to come forward.
It excited her, just as Jacques’ massive knot excited her. There was no controlling the power of estrous or the total oblivion it brought to the mind.
Behind her, the Alpha knot began to fade, Brenya’s body reacting exactly as it should have—pushing back against him, working his shaft to draw out another.
In front of the guards, in front of the Ambassador, her noises were that of an obedient Omega in heat. She even came crying out delight with a smile.