“Open your eyes.” The toe of his boot caught her in the ribs, flipping her over so he would fill her vision when she obeyed. Of course she did, the turbulent blackness offering him a view of a stormy sky filled to bursting with far away lights, each of them dancing, teasing him with a power just beyond his reach. It had nothing to do with conquering lands or rulers, and everything to do with destroying the female who gazed up at him with such patient terror.
On a slow exhale that churned into thunderous growl, he threw all caution and his plans to the wind.
“Undress.”
The command was unfair, and he didn’t give a damn. Watching with cool derision to hide his mounting frustration as she stumbled to her feet, the buttons and ties at her back meaning she had to twist and arch in painful angles to reach them. She tried so very hard to appease him, but it was no use. Shaking fingers fumbling, she managed only the first three closures before Er’it rushed her with his blade in hand.
The hiss of fabric splitting wide filled the chamber, unnatural in its loudness as her ragged breaths stopped. Frozen before him, not even shivering anymore. Scared he would cut her.
Er’it held his for much the same reason. Not for want of seeing her blood spill over his hands, but from distraction alone as he bared that tawny flesh to his gaze. The narrow hills and valleys of her spine, the dimples centered above her ass. Even the breadth of her small shoulders tried to entrance him as pure chaos trembled from her skin to his in sizzling arcs.
The knife tumbled across the floor with a high, ringing clatter. A pealing death knell to Er’it’s control as he hunched over the Omega to slide his tongue up the sweep of her neck. Tasting her warmth as he slid the roughness of his hands beneath the gown and began tearing it away. Cupping the weight of her breasts, mounding the soft flesh as the fabric hung in tattered strands from her arms and waist, he groaned against the delectable spot behind her ear where her scent was strongest.
Hated her for it as much as he wanted more.
One of the most powerful mages in the known lands, the victor of his people, brought down by one whimpering female. The woman-child who destroyed his chance of true victory.
With a snarl he shoved her against the bed. Ripping away the last of the gown to leave her back bare, the length of her legs naked to his hungry gaze. Pushing her shoulders flat to the mattress, burying her low whines into the lofty bedding, he kept her bent over and took his fill of her naked form once more. Somehow even better this way than it had been in the bath.
He’d had plenty of women in his bed over the years. Some of them unaccustomed to an Alpha’s needs. Once upon a time, he’d taken his time with them. Calming them, seeing their pleasure blossom before he took his. A careful dance to ease away any thought of discomfort as they took an Alpha for the first time. Something about the Omega sprawled before him refused any such care. Whether the warm scent of spring and the chill of snow raking down his spine, growing stronger the longer he stared at her or what she meant to him, he couldn’t say. All Er’it knew was that he would have her screaming on his knot by the end of this night.
Kicking her feet apart and sliding them wide enough she fell to the bed, the heady rush of her scent punched through his senses. Not a whisper, but a flood. One he tested with his fingers, driving her back down when she tried to rise with a breathless shriek. Smearing the thick run of slick across the tight seam of her lips, working it into the hot folds of her cunt. Setting his cheek against her back, he licked and sucked at her skin as his teasing touch wandered. A swift circle around the throbbing nub of her clit making her scream in anything but pain.
Omegas had no power of their own, and he’d be thrice damned if he let this one control him.
Not bothering to shuck his way out of the heavy clothes, Er’it tore at the fastenings of his trousers. Tugging them out of the way to slide the swollen crown of his cock against her. Bathing it in her slick before he pressed against the entrance that begged and denied in a single fluttering spasm.
It wasn’t his intention. He never planned to do it. Yet the thunderous call erupted from him, clawing through the air to sink its fangs deep into the female. Pulling her spine taut, presenting him with the ripeness of her dripping slit as she uttered a ragged cry. One that held no pain as Er’it forced his way inside of her, tearing away any shred of innocence as he continued to call to the writhing female. Making her want it, need it, destroying her one inch at a time. Praising her with his growls and rough hands when she keened and pushed back to take the very last of his cock.
Stars exploded behind his eyes. A pale copy of the glorious midnight sky turned to peer up at him over the roundness of her shoulder. Nothing compared to the sensation tangling up his spine when he ground into her depths, her shiver prickling his skin. Beyond her natural tightness, it felt as if she gripped him. Made just for him by the Hat’or to take his cock,
