Page 11 of Alpha Heat

The wood floor was covered in beautiful carpets, and the crushed velvet sofa was of the most cutting-edge design. The handsome table next to the leather armchair held a beautiful tea service with roses on the side of the cups. Xan took a shuddery breath.

This was the room where he was going to die.

Monhundy yanked him around, his square-jawed face creased with revulsion and cruelty. Towering over Xan, he looked every inch an ideal alpha. Bulky muscles, wide shoulders, and strong thighs evident even under his clothes, and a massive cock that put Xan’s own to shame. As Monhundy stared down at him, Xan’s heart pounded and his pulse rushed wildly in his ears.

The smash of Monhundy’s fist against his cheekbone took his breath away, and his vision exploded into stars. He fought for balance, like riding out ocean waves. Then his breath vanished again as Monhundy’s hands gripped his neck and squeezed.

Hard.

Xan’s eyes rolled back. He clawed helplessly at Monhundy’s strong hands around his throat as Monhundy lifted and shook him like a rag doll. His still half-hard cock slapped against his stomach, and Monhundy knocked his legs apart.

“Filthy unmanned slut,” Monhundy hissed.

Xan tried to scream, his stomach heaving as Monhundy kneed him in the balls. Vomit lurched up his throat and into his air-hungry mouth, nearly choking him. He forced it back down. Another drive into his balls left him convulsing as Monhundy held him aloft by his throat. Then Monhundy dropped him to the carpet.

Xan panted there, sucking in a desperate breath, only to wretch and choke on the pain ripping up through his gut.

“Sick, twisted, unmanned, piece of shit,” Monhundy said, spitting in Xan’s face and kicking him hard in the thigh. “Youknowwhat happens when you come. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” Xan rasped.

“That’s right. I get to teach you another lesson.” He dropped down to grip Xan’s hair and jerk him up from the carpet. Saliva and vomit rattled in Xan’s throat as he pulled in tortured breaths and peered up at Monhundy’s face, still stupidly handsome, even twisted with rage as it was.

“Get on your knees,” Monhundy spit out, rising and standing tall.

Xan hastened to obey. “I’m sorry. Please…”

“Please what? Fuck your ass again? You’re a nasty bit of trash, coming here begging for me to plug you up with my cock. Then you go and ruin it by coming.” His nostrils flared. “You sick, disgusting, piece of filth.” He spit in Xan’s face again. It ran down his cheek and dropped to his heaving, naked chest. “Who comes?”

“The alpha.”

“And what are you?”

“Scum.”

“Not even scum, and not an omega. That’s for sure.” He nudged Xan’s legs apart again and insinuated his boot against his throbbing balls. Xan held himself motionless except for his wretched sobs. Sweat ran down his naked back. “Unmanned whores don’t get to come. Say it.”

“Unmanned whores don’t get to come.”

“Do you know why I fuck you?”

Power. The pleasure of seeing him on his knees begging. The sick joy of hurting another alpha.

Xan clamped his lips closed.

“I fuck you because it entertains me to sit across from your father at business meetings and know that I’ve had his only alpha son and heir crying on my cock.”

“Please don’t tell—”

Monhundy smacked his face hard and Xan’s head rocked back. “The rule is I fuck you until I come, and you, unmanned whore, don’t.”

“I’m sorry.” Xan hadn’t meant to come. The fuck hadn’t even felt good. Monhundy sawing into him without any preparation or even spit for lube had left him screeching in pain, but somehow his sick, twisted mind had responded to it. When he’d come hard and uncontrollably, spraying jizz onto Monhundy’s receiving room carpet, he’d been as shocked as he was scared.

Monhundy dragged Xan by the hair and pushed him face down to the carpet. “My omega won’t be made to clean your foul emission. Lick it up.”

Xan sniffed, tears and snot clogging his throat, but he did as he was told, licking the sticky pool of his semen. He gagged and choked, trying to swallow it down.

“Look at you. You love it.”