Chapter 4

Her quiet groan of delight vibrates up my shaft and tests my control. I grit my teeth at the sight of her lips stretched around my tip and curl my toes in my boots to hold off a little longer. I need to feel her tight, hot throat around my shaft before I flood her stomach and drench her face with my release.

Knowing I'll push her too far too fast if I lift my hand from the bench, I shift my grip on her hair and lower my growl into a purr of encouragement.

Her eyes dart up to mine before she covers them with her lashes. I add a note of warning to my rumble and tilt my hips, forcing her to take more of my cock. She darts startled eyes up at me. I study the thin ring of grey barely discernible around her dilated pupils.

Filling my lungs with our mingled pheromones and using the acrid stench of death to maintain my control, I smirk and run my fingers over her scalp, rewarding her for giving me what I want.

My purr melts the stiffness from her body. I enjoy petting her. After a few slow blinks, her brow scrunches and a sliver of awareness seeps into her gaze.

"No teeth. Not this time," I say.

She swallows and flexes her lips around me as though she forgot her predicament. I stroke her hair with a bit too much pressure, pushing her head down and funneling my cock deeper into her mouth. Her jaw tightens. I growl.

"Bite my cock and I'll mark your pussy. Is that what you want, angel? My mating bite between your legs?"

Alarm widens her eyes. She shakes her head. I groan and pull her closer. She tries to push me out with her tongue, but my patience snaps and I surge deeper until she's forced to flatten her tongue. Despite her best efforts, her teeth scrape my shaft as I reach the back of her throat.

She gags. I drop my head back and look at the ceiling, needing a moment to center myself, but hold her down with my tip buried deep in her mouth.

Her nails dig into my thighs.

It's too much.

I wrap both hands around her head and thrust into her throat.

She fights. I fuck in and out anyway, too far gone to deny myself for another moment.

Tears pour down her face and join the mess of spit and precum coating my shaft. Blood drips down my thighs as she sinks her nails into my flesh. Her throat squeezes my cock. An addiction forms.

I snarl and quicken my pace, punching my hips upward as I push her head down and pulling back as I yank her up just far enough for her teeth to graze the sensitive ring behind my tip before plunging right back into her depths.

Beyond words, I mash her lips against my knot and explode. Liquid fire sears the inside of my shaft and spurts from my tip. I shoot my seed down her throat and into her stomach until her hands fall away from my thighs.

Realizing she passed out from lack of oxygen, I lift her just enough to unblock her airway and flood her mouth with my second release. When pearly white fluid seeps from between her lips and runs down my shaft, I snarl and give her head a gentle shake.

She wakes with a jolt and chokes in her confusion, but I dig my nails into her scalp and rub my cock along her tongue until she swallows on reflex. She inhales only to exhale on a wet cough. Seed leaks from her nose.

A thorough mess, she's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. I groan and begin shallow, jerky thrusts as another, bigger release builds in my balls.

"Swallow every drop, little angel, or I'll have to start over."

Her nose and brow scrunch in the cutest display of impertinence, but when my cock jerks in her mouth and a fresh wave of seed spurts against the back of her throat, she swallows and emits a blissfully tortured groan.

I hum in approval and enjoy the flexing of her mouth around my pulsing shaft. After I deem she's consumed enough, I yank my cock out and aim my tip at first her cheek, then her nose, then slide her face down my cock and release into her hair, superseding the stench of war and horror wafting from her head.

When the rush of euphoria fades, I drop my head to the wall behind me and close my eyes, enjoying the warmth of her face against the underside of my shaft and the silkiness of her hair covering my crotch.

The lack of her touch on my thighs aggravates me more than the stinging cuts from her nails. I relish the signs of her struggle, even as I bask in the pleasure of holding her head hostage against my cock. Still mostly hard, my shaft continues a slow leak, but my knot partially deflates as the straps of the holsters dig into my legs.

I lift my head and stiffen. With her hands wrapped around both of my knives, her face mashed against my cock, and my hands tangled in her hair, the tiny omega could cause me some serious pain before I took the blades away from her.

Except, she doesn't remove them from the holsters. A stream of fresh warmth trails from her eyes and continues down the underside of my knot. Her shoulders shake.

She caresses the handles before sliding her hands over my thighs and dropping them into her lap.

I pull her away until my cock bobs an inch from her face and study her expression. Despite yearning to see her eyes, I don't demand she open them. I long to preserve her perfection, and the sticky white fluid caked in her lashes may as well be glue.

The thought of her locked in a world of darkness as I ravage and enjoy every inch of her body—inside and out—has me fully hard again.

I extract a hand from her matted hair and ghost a thumb through the mess on her face.

"Why?" I ask.

She shrugs. Too satiated to snarl, I tsk and trace her lips.

"You won't get a chance like this again. Why didn't you stab me, angel?"

She wraps her arms around herself and hunches her shoulders.

"You still could, you know. Are you sure you want to pass up this opportunity? You've gotten a taste of how brutal I can be. Don't you want to stop this? Don't you want to be free?"

When she clenches her jaw and takes a shuddering breath through her nose, worry spears through me. I need to see her eyes.

"Open your mouth," I demand. She swallows. Her lashes flutter against her cheek, but despite the tears flowing down her face, my seed prevents her from lifting them.

With dread in every line of her face, she slowly opens her mouth.

I sink three fingers between her teeth and stroke her tongue, ensuring she feels my dominance, before gathering her saliva and swiping the worst of my release from her lashes.

"Open your eyes," I rumble.

An embarrassed flush colors her cheeks as she hiccups. She peels her lids open and reveals her gorgeous grey-ringed pupils.

"Why, little angel? Did I scare you that badly?"

After a shuddering breath, she opens her mouth to speak, but no sound emerges, so she swallows and tries again.

"I'm terrified, but that's not why." Her eyes flit over my face, imploring me to understand, but I need her to explain. "I… I don't…I mean, I can't… I want…" When no other words seem forthcoming, I tilt her head back and slip a knife free of its holster before balancing it on my palm beside her shoulder, giving her easier access. I quirk a brow when she doesn't move.

"You can, though, little one. You could have all along. Why didn't you?"

"I don't want to hurt you. I want your protection. Look at the size of your hands. You killed your way through that crowd and you weren't even rampaging. If I—"

I pull her head back even further, flip my hand to grip the blade, and trail the hilt of the knife down her exposed throat.

"Are my hands really what you want to focus on right now, little one?" I ask, tilting my hips and brushing my leaking tip on her chin.

Her nostrils flare as she blinks up at me. Fresh tears seep down her temples.

"I thought I just didn't want to die, but…" she darts her gaze between my eyes, "I think, with you, I…" her lower lip trembles, but she firms her resolve and says, "I might want more."

I toss the knife onto the bench beside me, wrap my hand around her throat, and pull her up to my lips.

So much more delicious with the taste of my musk lingering on her tongue, I consume every inch of her mouth, needing to own her more than I need my next breath. When I finally pull away, her stiff nipples brush against my chest with every heaving breath we share.

Pain tightens her expression. She fists the front of my shirt. Flowery perfume fills the air and slick trickles down her inner thighs.

I groan, pull her legs around my hips, and settle her on my lap. Her pussy lips pillow the underside of my shaft.

Not enough slick.

If I were a lesser alpha, I might fuck her with only the saliva and seed coating my cock, but I refuse to damage my little angel.

She's too important. Too perfect. Too precious.

I need her gushing and desperate before I knot her, but I'm no saint. My control only goes so far.

I dive in for an impossibly deeper kiss and lose myself in her sweetness.