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"One hell of a primal read, this alpha is a sex god." - USA Today bestselling author Lee Savino
Zeus
I won't stop until I have ravaged every portion of her flesh. I am going to take everything from her and when I am done, I will have her all over again...
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I had never been more aware of just how much bigger and more powerful than me he was—or just how flexible I could be—not until the alpha had maneuvered my body into the exact positions that he wanted.
The last time he’d taken me, he’d turned me around and commanded me to drop down on my hands and knees. When I had refused, he’d slapped my butt. I’d still resisted, and he’d spanked me again. He hadn’t stopped, not even when the flesh of my ass had quivered and ached—just not as much as my pussy, which had wept with need.
Each time he’d hit me, he’d growled his approval.
He’d purred his demands, and his voice had deepened with every stroke. I’d tried to pretend what he was doing wasn’t turning me on, but the bastard knew my insides were wet and empty. I’d ached for him.
He’d known it and taken full advantage of it.
His spanking had grown harsher, his purring more resonant, until the sounds had mingled together.
My response had been instantaneous.
Every time his big warm palm had connected with my flesh, my core had clenched. With the resonance of each purr, the slickness had gushed out from between my thighs. Every part of me had screamed for him to knot me and put me out of my misery.
I hadn’t been able to stop the moan that had finally dribbled out of me. I had relented and dropped down on all fours and pleaded with him to fuck me. He hadn't relented.
I'd bowed my back, pushed my hips up in the air and begged him to take me. I had sobbed out the words as I'd waved my ass in the air asking him to rut me. I clench my fingers into fists at the memory.
Still he didn’t take me.
No, he’d yanked me up by my waist, then scooped my hips up, positioning me until he’d let out a grunt of satisfaction. He’d arranged me at that precise angle which would allow for the most intense penetration. He'd massaged the aching flesh of my ass-cheeks. The circular motion of his rough palm seemed to rub in all that hurt and yearning that he'd created. The anticipation had begun to build inside, clawing at me; the emptiness in my womb bubbling up and eating away at me. A living breathing thing that thirsted to be filled by this alpha's cock, that yearned to be knotted and fucked in that most basic of ways.
He'd reduced me to the animal heart of me.
The one I had denied for so long.
That I had kept hidden behind the veneer of civilization, of fine clothes and wines and the best education that money could buy. The alpha-hole had stripped all of it from me. He'd shown me what I am. An omega. A writhing, keening, hollowed-out shell of a woman who wanted one thing. Him.
I had thrown back my head and howled at him to mount me.
I had cursed and sworn at him, shrieked that if he didn’t take me then I'd kill him and...he'd grabbed my thighs, wrenched them apart and rammed his dick into my pussy. He'd filled me to the brim with such force that I was sure he had split me in half.
The images, those sensations of how hard he'd felt as he'd plunged into me wash over me now. My cheeks flush. My skin burns. I can’t stop the primal anticipation that tugs at my nerves.
The last time he’d taken me, he’d turned me around and commanded me to drop down on my hands and knees. When I had refused, he’d slapped my butt. I’d still resisted, and he’d spanked me again. He hadn’t stopped, not even when the flesh of my ass had quivered and ached—just not as much as my pussy, which had wept with need.
Each time he’d hit me, he’d growled his approval.
He’d purred his demands, and his voice had deepened with every stroke. I’d tried to pretend what he was doing wasn’t turning me on, but the bastard knew my insides were wet and empty. I’d ached for him.
He’d known it and taken full advantage of it.
His spanking had grown harsher, his purring more resonant, until the sounds had mingled together.
My response had been instantaneous.
Every time his big warm palm had connected with my flesh, my core had clenched. With the resonance of each purr, the slickness had gushed out from between my thighs. Every part of me had screamed for him to knot me and put me out of my misery.
I hadn’t been able to stop the moan that had finally dribbled out of me. I had relented and dropped down on all fours and pleaded with him to fuck me. He hadn't relented.
I'd bowed my back, pushed my hips up in the air and begged him to take me. I had sobbed out the words as I'd waved my ass in the air asking him to rut me. I clench my fingers into fists at the memory.
Still he didn’t take me.
No, he’d yanked me up by my waist, then scooped my hips up, positioning me until he’d let out a grunt of satisfaction. He’d arranged me at that precise angle which would allow for the most intense penetration. He'd massaged the aching flesh of my ass-cheeks. The circular motion of his rough palm seemed to rub in all that hurt and yearning that he'd created. The anticipation had begun to build inside, clawing at me; the emptiness in my womb bubbling up and eating away at me. A living breathing thing that thirsted to be filled by this alpha's cock, that yearned to be knotted and fucked in that most basic of ways.
He'd reduced me to the animal heart of me.
The one I had denied for so long.
That I had kept hidden behind the veneer of civilization, of fine clothes and wines and the best education that money could buy. The alpha-hole had stripped all of it from me. He'd shown me what I am. An omega. A writhing, keening, hollowed-out shell of a woman who wanted one thing. Him.
I had thrown back my head and howled at him to mount me.
I had cursed and sworn at him, shrieked that if he didn’t take me then I'd kill him and...he'd grabbed my thighs, wrenched them apart and rammed his dick into my pussy. He'd filled me to the brim with such force that I was sure he had split me in half.
The images, those sensations of how hard he'd felt as he'd plunged into me wash over me now. My cheeks flush. My skin burns. I can’t stop the primal anticipation that tugs at my nerves.