Page 38 of Bonds of Pain
I slam into her hard enough that the headboard bangs against the wall, a steady beat with each punishing thrust.
Her insides quiver in response, her body responding whether she wants it to or not. Because this is what we are. Alpha and Omega. If this is all I ever get from her, then I’ll take it.
I press my mouth hard against her in a move too violent to be considered a kiss.
“Who is your Alpha?” I demand between bites and licks at her slack lips. “Say my name.”
I shift my hips in the hard rhythm that elicited the strongest response during her heat. She might think that she wants a gentle, loving Alpha but her body needs it hard and brutal.
“Say my fucking name, Maya.”
“No.”
I still for a flashing a second, my gaze shifting to wide open purple eyes.
The anger that I expect to see in those violet depths is absent. Instead, she regards me through a deep well of resignation.
“You can’t make me,” she softly adds.
Her calm resolve is like fuel on a fire. A curtain of red obscures my vision, and I respond to it with the same energy of a raging bull.
It takes everything in me not do something I can’t take back.
My hand comes up to rest against her neck, shaking from the effort it takes not to press down. “Why are you such a bitch?”
She releases a stuttering breath, though there is no hint of fear in her eyes. “Maybe because you keep raping me in my sleep.”
The accusation is infuriating.
“Rape? Are you fucking serious?” I rear back, glaring down at her. “You’re clenched around me like a vice and dripping all over the sheets?”
Her eyes widen in obvious surprise. Then she speaks slowly, as if enunciating unfamiliar words for a small child. “Just because my body responds doesn’t mean I want this. It doesn’t mean I want you.”
The words are a missile strike, and I feel them like a knife to the gut.
But the momentary ache is immediately replaced by irritation.
I may not know the details, but I’m not an idiot. Maya came here with ulterior motives, because she wanted something from me. My strength and power are what drew her back to me, but she only values those traits when it’s convenient.
She needed an Alpha. And now that she has one, she wants to treat me like an attack dog on a leash.
Maybe I should have got down on one knee and offered her a crown on a satin fucking pillow while she writhed on the floor like a bitch in heat. Maybe I should have left her there and assumed that no one else would take advantage of her unexpected heat. Maybe I should cut out my knot and declare myself a beta.
No. I made sure she stayed safe. And I gave her the ultimate choice when I already had permission in the form of her signature on a damn contract. I did what any Alpha would do. I did what an Alpha is supposed to do.
And now she hates me for it.
It’s too fucking much to tolerate.
Her body still pulses gently around me. She must have been moments from her peak before she woke up. I give another hard thrust and she gasps.
“My pretty little hypocrite.” I place a gentle kiss against her cheek, and she stiffens in response. “I’ll make you a deal. If you can hold out without coming for the next minute, then I’ll never touch you again without your express permission.”
The air thickens with tension as I keep my gaze locked on Maya’s. Her defiance only sharpens the fire inside me, igniting something primal. She might think she’s winning this little game, but I refuse to let her see the cracks in my armor.
“One minute,” I repeat, thrusting deeper, relishing the way her body quakes at my command. “Count it down.”
Her breath hitches, and for the first time her anger breaks through the obvious mask of disinterest.
