Rough, Sara Fields [the top 100 crime novels of all time txt] 📗

Even now, my balls ached and my cock felt as hard as an iron spike. My knot craved to be sunk deep in her beautiful body for the hard fucking she needed. I couldn’t shake the scent of her slick, sweet and enticing and utterly fucking intoxicating.

I couldn’t drag her into this mess. I didn’t know her, and I didn’t trust her. As a gift from the Cult, she could very well be one of their own sent to keep an eye on me in my new role on the throne. It was entirely possible that she could report back to those above me at any indiscretion and especially if I used the crown in any way to step out of line with what they wanted. They had their agenda and I had mine.

I’d worked too hard to rise in the ranks to have it thwarted by a tiny blue-eyed omega. There was no way I could risk it. She was going to have to be dealt with and quickly.

I stormed through the halls, stopping for nothing and no one. Servants paused and asked me questions about the feast and I just shook my head. Soon enough, they got the hint and turned away to find the answers elsewhere. I didn’t look back.

I made my way up to the king’s chambers without pause. By the time I reached my rooms, Ariana had already fallen asleep in my arms. Her naked skin was soft against mine and my cock throbbed even harder.

Her innocence was captivating to behold. From the surprised look on her face as she’d come for me to the way her muscles had tensed hard as she climaxed all over my fingers, it had been clear to me that she’d never felt a man’s hands on her body before tonight.

A hard shudder of arousal settled at the base of my spine and I gritted my teeth. I had to get it together.

In my chambers, there was a wing I’d never used because I had never needed it. The long dead alpha kings of the city would either keep their omega or even a beta mistress close at hand. I’d never taken one because I hadn’t wanted to put myself or anyone else in danger. The women I’d taken to my bed had never stayed the night.

I strode into the room and noticed that it had been prepared earlier that day. The bed linens had been fluffed and turned down. A fire was crackling in the stone fireplace and a fresh bouquet of lily-white roses had been set in an elegant vase on the windowsill. There was a bowl of fresh fruits and a pitcher of water set on a corner table. I also noticed that there was a pile of folded blankets and a multitude of soft pillows neatly placed on top of a fur rug in the corner of the room, in case the tiny omega wanted to nest.

My omega.

I snarled at myself for thinking of such things. Without jostling her too much, I laid her down on the bed and tucked her in. For a long moment, I stared at the sleeping omega. She looked like an angel. Her blonde hair was so light and pale against the white of the sheets. Her thick eyelashes practically brushed the tops of her cheeks, which were tinted pink from what I’d put her through in front of the audience that had come to see my crowning.

I didn’t need to see her heart-shaped bottom to know that it was still bright red from my palm.

She would likely hate me when she woke, but it had been necessary. The Cult had needed to see my gratitude for their gift, but more important, they’d wanted a public showing of my ability to put her in her place. They’d wanted to see me teach her a lesson with my cock, but I’d given them something else to appease them. I’d been harsh and demanding and I hadn’t given in even when she’d pleaded for mercy. I hoped it would be enough. I prayed to the gods that it would be.

I turned away from her. I would keep her here. She would want for nothing, but I would never touch her again.

I left the room and padlocked it shut. She wouldn’t be allowed to leave or roam the castle on her own. She would be my prisoner now. It would be difficult for her, but it was a better fate than death.

I staggered into my bedroom and practically tore my clothes from my body. The fabric was too tight. My skin was too sensitive. My cock still hadn’t softened and was beginning to bridge into a painful ache that made it hard to focus on anything other than the naked woman locked inside my chambers. I strode into the stone-built shower, pulled the chain, and released the heated water from the vat above, allowing it to rain down on me.

I tried to think of anything other than the way her tight little pussy had clutched at my knuckles. The aroma of her slick still hung heavy in my nose. It felt like her body was calling to me from several rooms away.

I was losing control in a way I’d never experienced before, and it was all her fault. She didn’t know what her sweet innocence was doing to me. She didn’t know how much I wanted to be her first in every way.

I slapped my palm against the stone wall. I roared and punched it hard enough to hurt and still it wasn’t enough. My chest heaved with restraint and I smacked my other hand against the marbled rock.

Hesitantly, I splayed one hand across my belly. When I could deny my need no longer, I drew my palm down and took my cock in my fist.

With the hot water racing down my back, I dragged my fingers