Chapter Four

I've lost my fucking mind. Hearing this innocent, pretty little omega refer to herself as my whore moments after she was riding my dick for her own pleasure has pushed me over the fucking edge. My anger knows no bounds and even though somewhere in the back of my mind I know I need to reign it in, there will be no stopping me.

I watch as tears stream over her bruised cheek and it spurs me on, as does the blood I drew with the second lash of my belt. My abdomen is coated in her russet essence as I pound away at her dripping cunt. Her slick is a natural reaction to an Alpha, and I know she feels no enjoyment at this round of fucking, but I can't find it in myself to care.

"Do you know why Alphas crave to fuck omegas?" I ask harshly pulling her head back by the hair. "We can't knot inside any other female. We can have sex, yes, but never find true fulfillment because our knot always remains on the outside."

Licking the side of her face, I bask in the saltiness of her tears.

"You don't deserve my knot." I pump into her twice more before releasing lash after lash of my cum inside her.

There's nothing she can do about it, my cum pushes her to the brink of her orgasm but without my knot, she will never be able to find true completion. Bella frowns as her pussy flutters around my length trying to grip onto a knot that isn't there. This isn't fun for me either. My knot throbs begging to be buried inside her channel.

Bella thrashes in my grip trying to force herself onto my knot. She is delirious, lost to the need to experience her orgasm and feel my knot inside her. Her pain is long since forgotten.

"Do you want my knot, little whore?" I glare at her.

She looks lost, scared even. Like this is the hardest decision she will ever have to make before she nods. I don't hesitate to thrust forward, forcing my already engorged knot into her pussy. Her scream rends the air as pain bows her upper body away from me. My ears ring from the aftermath and for a moment I think I may have actually killed her this time. But then her cunt spasms and her legs twitch as her orgasm rolls through her body and she milks my knot, drawing a second orgasm from me.

I can't help but push forward into her heat again, pleasure making me just as delirious as she is. When my knot finally subsides, I withdraw from her and stare down at the mess we have created. Cum, slick, and blood stain the carpet beneath her spread legs and although I try not to, I cannot help the smile of satisfaction that spreads across my face.

I won't replace the destroyed carpet after she leaves. I will leave it as a reminder of this night. Of the best sex of my fucking life. Of the omega I should have kept but let walk away, because I will let her walk away come morning. No matter how well she takes my cock or my knot, this woman will never belong in my world. She is too soft for a man like me.

Bruised, battered, and covered in my cum, she is still a beautiful, remarkable sight. Undoing her bindings, I lay her passed-out body gently across the bed before fetching a warm, damp cloth and cleaning her. I take long minutes to tend to her wounds, the abused skin of her ass, and even her bruised nipples before covering her with a sheet. The need to rut and fuck her is still riding me hard but I can spare an hour or two to allow her to regain some strength. I don't want to fuck her to death even though she drives me insane.

Carefully, I slip in beneath her. I have an insatiable urge to be near her. Even while she sleeps.

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Bella

I have no idea how long I slept but I wake sprawled across the Alpha's firm chest. His woodsy scent surrounds me, and for a moment, I bask in his presence before the memories slam into me, pain radiating through most of my body.

"I know you're awake, Bella," he says, brushing strands of hair from my face.

His touch is so gentle and the continuous back and forth is starting to give me whiplash. I don't answer him, waiting to see what will happen next. His hand makes its way down my side, skimming over the side of my breast and drawing a full-body shiver from me.

"I'm going to fuck you again," his voice is low when he speaks. "I will take you in every way imaginable before the sun rises and our time ends. You get one last chance to decide how the rest of this goes. Either submit to me, accept me, and enjoy what is happening between us. Or fight me and it will continue to hurt." His hand massages my scalp. "Either way, I will get what I want."

My mind revolts at the thought of letting him inflict any more pain. The last round was worse than anything I had ever imagined. My body can't handle any more abuse and I know he will do whatever he pleases, with or without my consent. His giving me a chance, a choice, is the only shred of leniency he has shown me. Twice, I have chosen to go against him, and each time I have regretted it.

Before my mind can switch into overdrive, I flip to my back and spread my thighs. A dark look crosses his face as he takes in my nudity.

"Good girl." The words of praise have a funny feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.

How much more can be wrong with me? I enjoy most of the pain he inflicts, I beg for his knot, and now I am aflutter after his words of praise. I always knew I was a little weird, but this shit is ridiculous.

Aiden leans over me, running his lips down my throat and across my collarbone. My thighs cradle his hips, his cock rubbing against the apex of my sex. His lips lock around my stiff nipple, the head of his cock slipping into my sensitive channel.

"I don't know if I will ever get used to the heat, or the tightness of your pussy," he rumbles in my ear after releasing my nipple.

He doesn't fully penetrate me, instead just rocking his hips lightly, teasing me. I want to deny that I am enjoying what the Alpha is doing to my body, but the moan that slips from my lips betrays me. Slowly lifting my hips a few inches, I seek deeper penetration. Aiden chuckles as he stares down at me.

"Do you want more?" His voice is a low rumble in my ear as he leans back down.

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I nod, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Use your words, Little Omega. I want to hear you beg."

What I really want to do is slap that smirk right off his face. When I don't say what he wants to hear, he withdraws from me completely. Sitting back on his haunches, he wraps one of his large hands around his thick erection. He leisurely strokes the length, staring at my exposed sex. Lust rushes through my veins as I watch him, dark desire burning through me, wrapping its tendrils around my soul, and drawing me closer to this madman.

I've been fighting him since the moment he walked into this room and yet I am undeniably drawn to him. He is an incredibly attractive, virile Alpha. I should let go and enjoy whatever is left of this night.

"Please," I beg softly, surrendering to him.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

The words barely leave my lips before Aiden spears me with his cock, ripping a moan from deep within my chest. The crown of his cock reaches a spot deep within me and I see stars.

It's different this time. Because my body is relaxed and I'm not fighting him, his entrance is smooth. It only takes three thrusts before my orgasm starts to swell deep within me. My nails claw at his back and shoulders, my hips lifting to meet his every thrust. Aiden hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and the change in angle has my eyes rolling back in my skull.

"Fuck." Aiden's thrusts become harder but it's not like before, this doesn't hurt. "I love knowing I will carry your marks in the morning."

"More," I mewl. "Please."

A deep sound escapes from him, something akin to a growl. I feel his cum splash against my inner walls, my own orgasm on the cusp of taking me under. His knot expands, locking us together, and the orgasm that sweeps over me steals my breath. Every move he makes, even just his breathing, causes his knot to move slightly and sends more aftershocks through my system.

If I had known it could be like this, I never would have fought him. He continues to caress me as we lie beside each other, his rough hands slowly skimming over my curves, petting me with a sort of reverence I don't understand until darkness pulls me under once more.