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)
She would be more than a wife.
He may have fucked every last Beta in Central, he may have used them just as they had used him in their foolish attempts to grab for power. He’d tossed them all aside after a night. Brenya was not one of them. She was more than a warm body. More than the most delicious cunt he had ever tasted.
She was his mate. He was king, he deserved the perfect queen.
He forced his hand from his cock, took his fingers from his mouth, and made both hands grip the delicate chair’s armrests.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
This was how he spent his night hours.
Under his breath, he whispered into the shadows, “I need to fuck you, Brenya. I need to fuck you before I hurt you.”
In time, he’d even adjust her to his proclivities. She would learn to adjust to his tastes.
Just as she was learning pleasure, despite reluctance, was powerful and all consuming.
“Just one more day.” He’d said this night after night, like an addict taking one day at a time. “One more day and you’ll be ready.”
Jacques knew it was a lie… she would not be ready until estrous. She could not be with all her mind was processing, the new hormones, the mood swings, the fear.
He’d grown skilled at lying to himself. Standing from the chair, his cock finally laying down, he moved to the bed to take her in his arms for sleep. “One more day.”
She slept best crushed beneath him. She slept best trapped completely by his body. And he, he had never known more tormenting or peaceful rest in his life.
Stirring with a groan, Brenya woke uncomfortable. Tension in her neck, her shoulders, her whole body had gone beyond what could be easily ignored. Too much had been done to her, her musculature rebelling and then reveling in the sweeping shocks that bowed her back off the bed when Jacques played.
As if the man lying at her side understood her grainy complaint, a warm hand slipped to her neck and began to rub.
It felt good enough, that she dared to whisper, “I don’t think I can take anymore.”
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and began to pinch his way down her spine, one vertebrae at a time. “A hot bath will relax you.”
There had been no dinner yesterday, no breakfast the day before. Something had come over the Commodore since the introduction of his pliarator, and he’d hardly let her out of bed.
Though she had not even bathed in days, that could wait.
She had learned speaking seldom led to the outcome she desired, but Brenya’s stomach was rumbling and she was desperate. “I am very hungry. Any food will do, even the pastries. Can I please eat something before… anything else?”
“You’re hungry?” The male raised himself to an elbow and hovered over her submissive recoiling. He took in the state of her expression, the tone of her skin, her eyes, and answered as if her hunger had never occurred to him. “Of course you’re hungry. Food shall be ordered at once, anything you want.”
He was daring her to ask for Beta rations, and Brenya comprehended that if she did, food would not be coming… not until he’d corrected her to behave as an Omega should. “You choose and I will eat it.”
“Other females are always desperate for anything granted by their Commodore. They would have requested their favorite cuisine, something that would have challenged the chefs. Something expensive.” He was still in a moment of self-reflection, his eyes stormy as if some internal argument was being lost. “You never ask for anything.”
That was untrue. She had asked often for him to stop. “I am very hungry.”
His eyes grew untrusting.
Angering him never worked out well for her. Brenya immediately apologized. “I’m sorry.”
His weight came down upon her, lips setting a kiss at her hairline. “I would give you anything you desired.”
It twisted her feelings when he made such outrageous claims, and before she could stop herself, frustration darkened her features. “All I am asking for is food. If you continue this way, I won’t last much longer. Please, I’m hungry. Let me out of the bed, and let me eat.”
The Commodore reared back to his knees, unabashedly naked over her, and stared down as if she had burned him. “I’m going to leave the room, Brenya. Food will be brought into the parlor immediately for you. Eat as much as you like.”
He kept her feeling as if at any moment she might slip off the edge to her doom. She’d rather fall down the side of the Dome day in and day out than set off the male narrowing his eyes at her when she backed toward the headboard. “Please… I need food and water.”
His powerful thighs flexed, the Alpha backing off of the bed with his half-mast erection bobbing between them. “Of course. Wine too perhaps? Champagne? Shall I have Annette come to keep you company? You ladies amuse yourselves while I attend to state business.”