Page 28 of Naga’s Mate (Prime Omegaverse #2)
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She hid in shadows to survive. Now she belongs to one.
For three years, Nova Hayes has played a dangerous game—hiding her omega status while working as a translator for the Shadow Dominion. Specialized suppressants and careful planning have kept her secret safe, allowing her to gather vital intelligence for the human resistance.
Until Lord Kael Nightshadow catches her scent.
Standing nearly seven feet tall with midnight-black skin that absorbs light and four powerful arms that could break her in an instant, the high-ranking shadow demon enforcer sees through Nova's chemical deception during a chance encounter after curfew. Her capture is swift and absolute.
Claimed against her will during her first true heat in years, Nova's body betrays her with shameful pleasure as Kael's prehensile anatomy reaches places no human ever could. When his seed takes root with unprecedented success, creating visible shadow patterns beneath her skin, both captor and captive face a new reality—one where their connection transcends mere biological imperative.
As Nova's pregnancy progresses, she develops abilities no human omega should possess. The shadows speak to her. They bend to her will. And they reveal truths about both sides of the war that challenge everything she believes.
When the resistance plans to "rescue" her by terminating her hybrid child and the Shadow Sovereign demands her transfer to a breeding facility for research, Nova must make an impossible choice. Fight for a freedom that might cost her child's life, or embrace the shadow demon who started as her captor but might be the only one who can protect what they've created together.
Shadow's Claim is the third book in the sizzling hot Prime Omegaverse Series! Each novel features a different monster alpha and the human omega who becomes their unlikely mate. Contains explicit scenes of claiming, breeding, and prehensile... ahem. Happily ever after guaranteed!
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I always thought I'd die fighting. A bullet during a failed extraction. A shadow tendril through the heart during a raid gone wrong. Quick. Clean. Heroic, even, in the mythology resistance fighters build to keep ourselves sane.
Instead, I'm being carried like a prize through the shadows of the Midnight Courts, my body betraying me with each passing second.
Rather than sending me to interrogation cells or breeding facilities, Kael brings me to a special chamber in the upper levels of his private domain. The shadows part around us like water, revealing a space that defies my expectations.
Unlike the stark utility of most shadow demon facilities, this room combines intimidation with disturbing beauty. Walls pulse with living shadows that form intricate, ever-changing patterns. Furniture sized for shadow demon proportions looms like modern sculpture—all sleek lines and impossible angles. And dominating everything, a massive platform that can only be intended for claiming.
Of course he has a designer sex dungeon. Even monsters have aesthetic preferences, apparently.
"The Sovereign will want your resistance connections extracted properly," Kael explains, his four arms working in perfect coordination to activate monitoring devices around the chamber. "But your omega status takes priority under Conquest law."
How thoughtful of them to have a bureaucratic order of operations for my complete violation.
He sets me on the platform, shadow restraints flowing up to secure my limbs. They adjust automatically to my increasingly feverish squirming, neither tight enough to damage nor loose enough to offer any hope of escape.
"This location provides necessary privacy," he continues, as though giving a real estate tour. "Standard interrogation chambers lack appropriate... accommodations."
The platform beneath me softens subtly, conforming to my body in a way that would be comfortable under literally any other circumstances. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, I glimpse the Shadow Dominion's jagged skyline, bathed in the perpetual twilight that defines this monstrous city.
Night deepens outside those massive windows, designed to allow maximum darkness into the space. My condition deteriorates with each passing minute. Without the specialized suppressants, years of chemically controlled biology erupt with vengeance.
My skin burns as though fevered, extremely sensitive to even the silken sheets beneath me. Slick pools between my thighs with humiliating constancy, my empty channel clenching painfully around nothing. The omega scent I've suppressed for years floods the room, potent enough that even my dull human nose can detect it.
When Kael returns, his form seems to absorb what little light remains in the room. His clothing dissolves into shadows, revealing his alien anatomy fully. Midnight-black skin covers powerful muscles, four arms that could easily restrain me without additional aids, and most terrifying, a prehensile cock emerging from his lower body that moves with unsettling independence, already seeking my heat-drenched entrance.
The appendage isn't just disproportionately large—it's fundamentally different in design, with ridges and textures clearly evolved for a singular purpose: ensuring omega submission regardless of consent. The surface ripples with subtle movements, like something alive and hungry, the midnight-black skin occasionally parting to reveal hints of violet underneath that match the glow of his eyes. Most disturbing is how it moves—not just erect and waiting like human anatomy, but actively searching, tasting the air like some kind of snake tracking prey by scent.
"Your heat says what your lips won't," he states, shadows extending from his body in writhing tendrils that reach for my trembling form. "I'll have your resistance secrets soon enough. But first, I'll claim what Conquest law grants me."
The first touch of his prehensile cock against my entrance sends electric shocks through my nervous system. It feels alien in every sense—temperature cooler than human flesh, texture smoother yet somehow grippier, and most disconcertingly, moving with independent purpose. It traces my slick-soaked folds with deliberate exploration, the tip occasionally dipping slightly inside before withdrawing to continue its torturous mapping.
Unlike human anatomy, it seems to analyze my responses, adjusting its movements based on the tension in my muscles, the catch in my breath, the flood of slick that betrays exactly where stimulation affects me most. The tip flattens slightly as it finds my clit, circling with maddening precision before narrowing again to trace the sensitive rim of my entrance.
"No, please," I beg, the words escaping before I can stop them. But I can hear the damning lack of conviction even in my own ears. My body has already decided, slick gushing in anticipation of alpha claiming. My hips betray me completely, tilting upward to grant easier access despite my mind's screaming rejection.
"Your resistance is noted," Kael says, positioning his massive form more firmly between my spread thighs. "And irrelevant."
He extends a long, prehensile tongue that I hadn't noticed before—another alien appendage that moves with independent control. It slithers across my burning skin, tasting my sweat and fear and arousal with methodical thoroughness. When it reaches my breast, it wraps around the sensitive flesh, squeezing with precise pressure before flicking across the hardened nipple.
A moan tears from my throat before I can suppress it, my back arching into the unwanted stimulation. The forked tip of his tongue creates dual points of sensation that send confusing signals straight to my core, intensifying the empty ache and producing another embarrassing rush of slick.
"So responsive," he growls, his voice vibrating through my bones. All four hands find purchase on my body—two pinning my wrists above my head, one gripping my hip to control movement, the fourth wrapping around my throat in display of complete dominance.
The pressure against my scent gland sends my heat into overdrive. The world narrows to pure sensation as my body recognizes alpha contact against the most sensitive point of omega biology. My rational mind retreats beneath a flood of hormones and need so intense it transforms into physical pain.
"Please," I whimper again, but the meaning has shifted traitorously. No longer begging him to stop, but pleading for the relief only alpha claiming can provide.
Kael seems to understand the change immediately. His purple eyes blaze with triumph as he positions his massive cock at my entrance, the prehensile tip now producing more of that cool lubricant that tingles against my overheated skin. "Your kind always fights what they need most."