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

I’d be more than willing to give it to her again.

Right now, though, there were bigger concerns on the table.

I stared at her in her little nest. She was entirely naked. Her skin was flushed pink and the blankets beneath her were sopping wet with her slick. Her thighs were glistening with it. She was trembling, not from her fear of me, but from the power of what was happening inside her. Her hips rocked back and forth. Her fingers dug into her own flesh as she tried to grapple with what was likely the first bout of estrous in her life.

Her pale blue eyes stared at me with open despair and I found it hard to look away. The draw between us was quickly turning primal, nothing more than an omega needing to be claimed hard by an alpha.

But she was my omega, and I was her alpha.

She belonged to me. Only me.

And I wanted to take her.

The scent of her was sweet, like blooming cherry blossoms and elegant roses and decadent citrus. I couldn’t get enough of it. The more of it I breathed in, the more I wanted to push aside my reluctance to put her in danger.

I thought keeping away from her would protect her, but it had only just resulted in wanting her more. Every day she had been gone had felt like torture. I’d looked for her myself. I hadn’t slept. I’d sensed her scent everywhere and nowhere and I had hated every waking moment of it. I’d stroked my cock many times with her beautiful little body on my mind. To be honest, she’d been the only one I’d thought of since she’d arrived.

She may yet be one the Cult’s tools to keep an eye on me or she could be innocent. I’d tried everything I could to keep my distance from her, but it hadn’t been enough.

My cock throbbed for her. Only for her.

“Alpha, please,” she pleased.

I took a step toward her. And then another and another until I was standing over her.

She surrounded me and I could no longer deny how much I wanted her. How much I needed her. I’d fought it every step of the way, but she was the one I thought of when I woke up in the morning and before I fell asleep at night. From the moment she’d been given to me, I’d been obsessed with her and now I could stop at nothing to fully claim her as mine.

The consequences be damned.

She was mine. She belonged to me and it was about time I showed her what that meant.

I reached down and lifted her off the floor. Fiercely, I slammed her back against the wall and surrounded her. She gasped, but it sounded more like a moan than anything else. I pressed my thigh between her legs, suspending her on top of me as I curled my fingers around her throat. Her pussy was soft and warm against me.

Her lips fell open just slightly and I couldn’t help but drag my thumb along the edge of one of them. She panted and whimpered quietly, which only made me want her even more.

“Alpha,” she pleaded.

“What do you want, omega,” I purred, and she moaned once more. Unable to stop herself, she started to grind her pussy against my thigh. Her little clit needed attention and I pressed back more firmly against her.

“Is the fabric rough, omega?” I asked.

“Yes, Alpha,” she panted.

“Ride my thigh, omega. Show me how much you want your alpha’s cock,” I growled, and her wetness soaked through the cloth of my pants.

She didn’t hesitate, which told me that she was already in the throes of her heat. She wasn’t just in the beginning stages anymore. She was fully in estrous and it was up to me to help her through it.

I’d heard stories of omegas in captivity forced to suffer through their heat without an alpha’s assistance. They say it lasted weeks sometimes. With my help, Ariana’s would only last a few days. She needed an alpha’s knot, and she was going to take mine.

I wasn’t going to give her a choice.

Her mouth opened a little bit in shock, but her body responded immediately. Her hips rocked faster as she angled herself so that her clit rubbed against my thigh. The moment she perfected the movement, I watched as a shiver of desire trembled across her flesh. I never released her throat, forcing her to look at me as she found her pleasure against me. Her eyes dilated and she whimpered with fear, but I didn’t care. It only made my cock harder.

I liked seeing her fear just as much as I wanted to see her arousal. In fact, there was a very deep, very dark part of me that enjoyed it even more.

“If you don’t ride me like you mean it, little omega, I’m going to whip you with my belt instead of fucking you,” I growled. “Then I’ll tie you to the bed and force you to watch as I stroke my cock.”

She immediately obeyed me. She rolled her body, scraping her clit harder and faster against my thigh. I could tell she was getting closer by the increasing desperation in her cries and I purred quietly in appreciation. She moaned and quivered against me, but she didn’t slow down her movements. Her fingers tentatively curled around my upper arms until she was clawing at my back, but that only made it that much hotter.

I wanted to fuck her. Hard.

I wanted to take her hard enough so that she was sore from it tomorrow.

And that would only be the beginning.

I wanted to take her mouth, her pretty little virgin cunt, and that shy little bottom hole of hers she’d been so reluctant for me to touch.

I wanted it all and I was going to take it.

Her body moved fluidly, and her eyes widened as I forced