OmegaMine (30 page)

Mine.

She moved to straddle him, her teeth bared and an odd growl
emitting from her chest. He grasped her by the arm and forced her around until
she was on her hands and knees. She struggled in his hold, thrashing wildly,
and he wrapped his fingers around her nape and pressed her face into the pillows.
His much larger frame rested against hers, forcing her to remain still.

Logic warred with something else, something new, something
primal. There were a multitude of urges coming from within—encouraging her to
fight him, to anger him, to make him earn her trust, prove his worth, show her
that he was worthy of her absolute submission.

“I’m in charge,” he murmured against her shoulder, his free
hand caressing the curve of her ass. “It’s best you learn that now.”

He didn’t say another word as he got into position behind
her. His knee slid between hers, forcing them apart, leaving her vulnerable as
she panted into the pillow. She was already wet, sex swollen, thighs shaking.

“You’re mine. Say it.”

An inner part of her continued to rebel and she snarled,
“No.”

She felt his teeth against her nape, the sharp points
scraping against the delicate column of her throat as his hand moved from her
ass to cup her sex. It was impossible not to groan as his finger slid between
the outer lips, teasing and prodding before dipping inside. The impulse to
writhe against his hand was negated only by the need to remain still, to draw
the moment out, to make him force her compliance.

“Ava.” He shifted his head from side to side, his hair
brushing against her back, his lips warm and soft against her neck. She
whimpered, unable to remain still as he slid two fingers into the giving flesh
that parted for his touch, and arched into his hand. “Tell me.”

She shook her head and he continued stroking her as he
lapped at her neck, placing hard nips here and there, alleviating the sting
with warm swirls of his tongue. The feel of his hot, smooth skin against her
back was incredible. The length of his cock pressed against the seam of her
ass.

“Do you want this?” He rotated his hips, causing that hard
length of velvet, satin and iron to momentarily press against her pussy before
it vanished, leaving her bereft and whimpering.

God help her, she couldn’t keep this up much longer. Her
body and mind clashed, wanting so much to give in yet needing to resist.

“Diskant, please…”

This time he nipped her hard enough to break the skin. She
felt the warm trickle of her blood as it drifted down her shoulder, traveling
down her back. He moved and she felt his cock prodding at the moist opening of
her sex, seeking entrance but stopping just short. Rocking back, she tried to
bring him within but was unable to do more as she was pinned, her ass in the
air, chest pressed into the bed.

“You will give this to me.”

She snarled as something she didn’t fully understand roared
to life, taking control and obliterating her human half. A strength she’d never
possessed before assisted her in breaking free momentarily, allowing her to
lift her torso from the mattress. She rotated and had almost slid from his
grasp when a loud, terrifying growl filled the room and she felt his hand on
her nape once more, fingers rough against the back of her neck. She realized it
was the sound of his anger, his beasts overtaking him, staking their claim.

Say it.

His grip intensified, becoming painful. His free hand came
down hard on her ass, slapping the flesh, and slid down to her cleft.

“Ava…”

She wanted to say what he wanted so badly, wanted to tell
him how she felt, to convey her love, to accept him completely. Yet she
couldn’t, held back by something she didn’t understand.

I can’t,
she thought, wanting to scream in
frustration.

“You can,” Diskant said in a strained voice. “It’s what’s
inside you—what’s inside me. They’ll keep fighting until you establish who is
in control. You have to give this to me. You have to show them their place.
Accept me.”

Another growl from her, this time shrill and high-pitched.
She thrashed but he seemed to anticipate it, keeping her in place, his weight
hard and unforgiving. As she struggled he remained immobile, unfazed by her
wildness, her madness. It wasn’t until she stilled again that the pressure
against her throat eased, his fingers going soft.

Desperate and terrified, she opened the connection between
them, reaching for something that she understood, something she could control.
The moment she did the human portion of her overcame the animal, merging with
Diskant in a way that allowed her to think clearly.

“Yours,” she expelled in a rush.
Yours.

“That’s right.” His voice was gravel and satin, rough yet
smooth. “You’re mine.”

He thrust into her, going balls deep—claiming her, consuming
her, overwhelming her. His teeth sank into her shoulder, holding her in place.
She didn’t struggle, accepting his will, allowing him to dictate control. He
owned her, completed her, loved her.

Mastered her.

“Y-yes,” she echoed brokenly, sobbing in relief.

He continued thrusting, grasping her hips in unyielding,
rough hands so that he went deeper. There was no more argument, no words
spoken. Whatever it was inside her now—the spirits of his beasts or some small
portion of them—reached out to Diskant. As they did they merged with the
animals within him, bringing them closer together. Then she felt one entity
overcome the others, demanding his place as the most powerful of them all.

Odd scents suffused the air—forest, earth, wood,
rain—combining with each other until the perfume of sex was overshadowed. The
wolf under her skin rose, growling approval as they brushed against each other,
mated in that sensual, age-old dance. The weight at her back continued to pin
her in place, forcing her to accept him as her lover, her mate, her Alpha.

Even without their mental connection, she knew this was
significant for some reason, that this particular mating was extremely
important. Unable to do anything more, she remained passive during his
increasingly violent plunges, focusing on how good it felt to have his thick
width stretch her as the length invaded her so deeply she could feel him from
the outside of her pussy all the way to her womb.

She groaned into the pillow when he let go of her hip,
pulled his teeth from her neck and brought one of his hands around. Bringing
his fingers down to collect some of her juices, he guided them to her clit and
began rubbing and pinching, pain mixing with pleasure. Each thrum was followed
by a tight, sharp sting, only to be erased by the sweeping rotation of his wet
thumb.

Warmth spread from her belly, tightness in her center that
was preparing to burst free. She was aware that her vaginal walls clutched him,
holding him tight only to release and start all over again. Her body erupted
into violent tremors. She felt that glorious bliss of orgasm hovering just out
of reach, waves of fire and need washing over her.

“Come for me now, Ava. Take me as your lover, your partner
and your mate.”

The sound that escaped her, caught in the throes of orgasm
as he continued pounding into her, was half howl, half scream. She fisted the
sheets in her hands, pressing back to meet his thrusts, crazed by the need to
feel him come and cement their union.

It felt as if his cock swelled, growing larger, so full and
heavy within her that it bordered on painful. Then she felt the jetting in her
womb that signified his release. His fingers went taut and his sharp claws
pierced the soft, fleshy skin on her hips as he slid into her core one final
time and remained in place, her vagina milking the last of him until their
combined breathing was the only sound in the room.

He remained inside her as he lifted her leg, rolled her from
her stomach to her back and settled between her thighs. Resting his weight on
her pelvis, he leaned forward and stole a kiss that was as soft and gentle as
their pairing had been rough and wild. He pulled away, revealing irises a
beautiful shade of gold. He held her face in his palms and she could feel his
fingers tremble.

“I’ve never been as afraid as I was last night. I could have
lost you.”

“I can’t remember everything.” She frowned as the events of
the evening returned, bringing confusion and a lost block of time. “What
happened?”

“A trap.” His reply was a livid rasp. “A well-planned trap
to kill us all.”

Her heartbeat faltered, panic replacing bliss. “I don’t
understand.”

His brows furrowed as if he were pained. “You will soon. I’m
blocking your ties to the pack. I wanted to come to you this morning and
solidify our bond before I exposed you to what’s happened.”

“Blocking my ties to the pack?”

He nodded and produced a weak smile. “I’m also blocking the
animalistic tendencies you’ve inherited. When you surrendered to me you
accepted me as your Alpha and mate. We’ll have to work together to help you
control them.”

Understanding dawned. “You mean…what I felt this morning…”

“You are a part of me now, just as I’m a part of you. You’ll
never be able to shift but you have a touch of the wild in you, something that
you have to respect. It won’t always be easy but we’ll get through it
together.” His expression changed, becoming reflective. “That’s what we have
now—each other. There is nothing more important.”

He shifted his hips and she felt the still-hard length of
him within her. With a roll of his pelvis he started to move, slowly this time,
withdrawing from her only to return once more. He caressed her face with his
fingers, followed by the backs of his knuckles. She reciprocated by bringing
her hands around and brushing her fingertips along his shoulders and back.

“I’m never leaving your side again. From here on in we do
everything together.”

“That might be difficult.” She gasped as he slammed against
her pussy and rubbed her clit.

“Why is that?”

It was difficult to talk when he took a nipple into his
mouth and sucked gently. “Because I have a life of my own, a job,
responsibilities…”

He released her breast, nuzzled her skin and brought his
hand to the cleft of her ass. “Your life is with me. Your responsibility is to
the pack. And you have one part of yourself left to give to me.”

Realizing his intent, she felt her body heat and whispered,
“You can’t possibly expect—”

Diskant sealed her lips with his and silenced any further protest.
Thoughts of the future were vanquished, put on the back burner.

It was impossible to think when a keyed-up, gorgeous male
had you at his disposal and knew how to use his clever fingers, naughty mouth
and wicked tongue to his advantage.

* * * * *

Diskant turned from the sounds of running water when a knock
came from the door. He walked to the doorway, peered into the bathroom and
watched as Ava slipped into the steaming tub and moaned in pleasure. She was
undoubtedly sore, her muscles acclimating to the newfound flexibility and
strength that he’d put to the test just minutes before. She’d taken to their
bond in a way that excited him all over again, making his cock stir.

“Down, boy,” he scolded and adjusted himself to ease the
ache, forcing his mind elsewhere. This wasn’t the time to behave like a horny
teenager. Soon he’d have to bring Ava fully into the pack, meaning he needed to
reserve strength to make certain she wasn’t frightened, overwhelmed or scared
by the experience. Considering all the noise he heard coming from the basement,
he also knew that soon he’d be forced to face the men the pack had brought back
for answers.

The knock came again, louder this time, and he strode across
the room. He’d expected someone to bring a pizza as soon as they arrived from
the local parlor, so when he didn’t detect the mouthwatering scent of meat,
cheese and tomato sauce he was aware that something was up.

Nathan’s haggard face greeted him when he opened the door.
Instead of a pizza box he was carrying a large manila envelope. “Ava’s brother
just dropped this off.” He held it out and Diskant took the thick parcel,
studying it. “I’d better get back. The doc will be here soon and Trey is on the
warpath. It’s taking all I have to keep him calm, and the pack is restless.
I’ll come back when the food gets here.”

Diskant continued staring at the envelope as Nathan started
back down the stairs. He closed the door, scrutinizing the package. There were
no markings on the paper but the contents were heavy and the seal along the
back had been broken. He flipped it over and lifted the small metal tabs. As he
opened the flap at the top, he saw a file was inside.

“Diskant?”

He took a deep breath before he walked toward the bathroom.
When he stepped inside he felt what was becoming a familiar flood of warmth in
his mind, a soothing caress that occurred when Ava merged completely with him.

“From Thomas?” she asked, sitting upright.

Nodding, he strode over and placed the package in her hands.
She turned onto her side, balancing the envelope on the nearby stool stacked
with fresh towels. As she pulled the file out a note drifted to the floor. He
kneeled at the side of the tub to retrieve it and handed it to her. There was a
hesitation and he understood that it came from an inner knowing that her
brother had somehow managed to do something wrong again.

Taking a deep breath, she placed the file and envelope on
the towels, took the note and opened it. Her eyes skimmed the paper as she read
the words aloud.

“Ava. This parcel arrives to you courtesy of Craig
Newlander. It explains a lot. In fact, you could say it paints things in an
entirely new light. He also included another package, one that he insisted I
give to you personally. He warned me of the danger of deviating from his
instructions but I simply couldn’t help myself. When I discovered what he
planned to give you, I decided to keep it for myself. Consider it a parting
gift, my way of being the protective brother by keeping you out of harm’s way.
I’m sure you didn’t expect anything less. Thomas.”