Page 29 of Omega's Vengeance

Uneasiness moves through me, but it’s drown out by my need to be bred. I’m supposed to hate him, but I’m drugged with the need to give myself to him. My feverish desire to be taken has driven all logic from my mind. “Give me what I need, alpha” I whimper, panting and clawing at him.

“Yeah? Want me tofuckyou, Alessio? Even though you hate me?”

My response is a cross between a snarl and a purr. Instinct is driving me, and all pride has evaporated. He may be my enemy, but all I can think about is his cock pushing up inside me. All I want is to feel his hot seed pouring into me. Primal hunger has completely taken over as I arch my back, thrusting against him.“Please.”

There’s a cocky smirk on his full lips as I pant and wiggle against him, seeking friction. His cock is hard against mine. He watches me as he flexes his hips, dragging his dick over mine. I growl impatiently as he lowers his head and nips and sucks my skin. I swear he’s trying to torture me. He’s a cruel bastard, and he’s enjoying denying me way too much.

The first time we fucked, he just took me fast and hard. This time, he’s purposely drawing it out. He’s touching and tasting every inch of my skin, leaving goosebumps over my flesh. My mind is a churning blur of lust and want. My body is slick with sweat and trembling with longing.

When I try to reach between our bodies to stroke myself, he grabs my hand and shakes his head. “No,” he says in a menacing voice. I struggle to free my hand, but he digs his fingers into my skin. “No.”

A tiny thread of sanity flutters through my fuzzy brain. I ignore the words buzzing through my brain at first, but then they sink in.

You’re going to get pregnant. If you do this, you’ll be carrying Dario’s offspring.

Even as I spread my thighs wider to tempt him, I say hoarsely, “Dario, I’m in heat.”

His golden eyes flare with lust and he says through bared teeth. “I know.”

I whimper, kissing the smooth skin of his chest. I inhale his musky, masculine scent, body aching. “I hate you.”

He kisses me hungrily, teasing my tongue with his. I suck on his tongue, feeling out of control. “Hate you too,” he mumbles against my lips as he presses the head of his dick to my hole.

Our eyes meet and then he’s pushing inside me. I cry out, shuddering as he slowly penetrates my hole. Our eyes cling to each other, and he covers my open mouth with his. He swallows my cries and moans as he begins to thrust. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure. I feel faint and flushed as he pumps in and out of my aching hole. I’ve fucked many times, but this is different. I feel him everywhere in my body, from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.

He growls and thrusts, watching my every expression. He seems mesmerized as he studies me. His face is flushed and the tendons of his neck and shoulders are distended. The old couch squeaks loudly as we fuck like animals, desperately chasing pleasure. I drag my nails down the skin of his back, knowing full well I’ll leave marks. He winces, but there’s also a weird smile on his face. It’s like he’s enjoying the pain. Enjoying the loss of control.

His cock grows deep inside of me and I nod my approval. His lips part and his eyes glaze over. The golden brown of his iris is almost yellow now, and he pulls his lips back over his teeth. Excitement spikes through me, sweeping my body like a sickness. He’s about to give me hisbite. I’m panicked and equally excited as I meet his thrusts. He’s so deep inside me I can barely breathe. His musky scent surrounds me, and I moan loudly.

This is wrong. This not how it should be. He can’t give me his bite. He can’t claim me. We’re enemies.

But instead of saying those words, I open my mouth and hiss, “Do it. Do it. Do it.”

He shudders and his eyes roll up in his head. With a growl he lowers his head and bites down on the side of my throat. The pain is agonizing and I’m incapable of holding in the aching scream that rips from my throat. But that only seems to excite him more. His thrusts pick up speed as he suckles my neck. I sink my nails into his biceps, clinging to him as he fucks me like an animal.

My head is pressed to the back of the couch, as he grunts and takes what he needs. My lust continues to grow, swamping me like molten lava. The scent of slick and sweat fills my nose. I’m lost in a storm of lust and need and primal instinct. Rational thought has gone out the window as we use each other’s bodies. The pain of his bite is so intense, the only thing keeping me sane is the pleasure of his cock moving deep inside me.

My orgasm begins like a low hum through my body. My balls swell and warm and his cock grows inside me. My inner muscles clench and then release in a delicious burst of ecstasy. Pleasure like I’ve never known roars through my shaking body as he also begins to climax. I’m clenching my teeth against the intense pleasure as his hot flush of seed is unleashed. Something deep within me seems to open like a flower, sucking in his release. I come so hard, I almost pass out. He growls and gnashes his blood smeared teeth, his amber eyes burning into me.

We stare into each other’s eyes as we come. I can’t speak. I can only moan and whimper as I watch his black pupils expand and contract. They seem to match the throbbing of his cock as he breeds me. If I was sane, I’d push him off of me, but I’m not sane. Instead, I push down harder on his cock, mumbling for more.

He slips his arms under me and he holds me against him as my hole milks his cock. I pant against his neck as his knot forms, expanding painfully inside me. I moan and tremble, and he strokes my back kissing my hair. The moment is erotic. Confusing. Terrifying. I don’t even know myself right now. I’m allowing an alpha I despise to knot me. Breed me.

I’ve just made the worst mistake of my life. I’m fucking ruined. No alpha will ever want me now that I bear Dario’s bite, and I’m almost a hundred percent pregnant with his baby now. Yet, even knowing I’ve destroyed my future, all I can do is fucking cling to Dario, purring like a kitten.

Chapter Seven

Dario

Ten minutes later, the fever breaks.

The crippling lust fades as my knot slips from Alessio’s body. I’ve never experienced an alpha rut before, and I feel weak and foolish. My muscles are mush. My brain is still groggy. I’m mortified that I lost complete control with Alessio.

I claimed Alessio.

I squeeze my eyes closed, panic washing through me. How do I fix this situation? What we just did with each other is a fuckingdisaster. I can’t claim Alessio. The kid wants to murder Valentino. And even if he wasn’t on a murderous vendetta against Valentino, I have no desire to have an omega or a kid right now. If I did secretly want that, Alessio isn’t the omega I’d pick. He’s too obnoxious. Mouthy.

Hell bent on murdering my best friend.

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