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Chapter Four

Valor

T he haze of rage simmers. It’s always present. Sometimes it’s harder to fight than others.

My vision has a foggy white sheen that would be slightly alarming if I knew what was happening.

The omega’s scent is indescribable, with light cherry and lime notes, but there’s an underlying base smell that I don’t have words for. It’s stormy and chaotic, almost like lightning, and at the same time, it soothes the violence vibrating just under my skin.

My thumb tightens over her pulse on her slender neck. It fights back, pounding against my skin as her heart races, and something deep inside me screams that I’m the cause of her distress.

Only, I don’t recognize her.

So I’m not sure why I would care.

I don’t hurt women.

Not unless they’re actively trying to kill me. If that’s the case, I treat them like any capable adversary. But my size gives me an unfair advantage, which is why Aunt Clara beat the rules of consent into my head from the time I hit double digits.

Figuratively, of course.

That woman never raised a hand to me in anger. All she had to do was sigh and shake her head with a disappointed expression, and my gut would twist in knots.

“I said if you want me to smell like you, we can make that happen.” The daft woman slides her hand over the front of my joggers, cupping my shaft.

A low, dangerous growl rattles from my chest, and I slam her against the bars.

Why is she taunting me ?

She whimpers, wrapping her dangling legs around my ass. “Still not afraid of you.”

My nostrils flare, picking up all those pheromones she’s busy dumping into the air.

“You should be,” I growl, tightening my hold on her throat.

I am .

I’m terrified of what I’m capable of in those blocks of time I don’t remember. Nothing makes sense when the haze of decay sets in.

Some deep piece of my soul seems convinced she’s familiar, but she smells wrong , and it’s setting my instincts even further on edge.

A foggy red haze takes over my vision.

Soft fingertips circle my crown, and my shaft thickens in her grasp.

She’s a siren sent to tempt me.

I just don’t know who sent her or why.

“Mmm.” Her white teeth dig into her lower lip. “I can still remember how you taste on my tongue.”

She’s lost the plot.

“We could try that again now if you’d like?” she asks, fluttering her long lashes as she brushes her fingers down my shaft.

Not a single shred of self-preservation to be found in that one.

Her fist wraps around my length, jerking me as much as the material of my joggers allows.

My hips surge forward, bucking into her hold. “Christ, woman. What are you doing to me?”

Resting my cheek against hers, I inhale her delicate scent.

If I focus solely on it, the buzzing in my mind seems to quiet, to an extent. Releasing her throat, I wrap my forearm around her lower back and spread that hand over her spine. She’s quite small compared to me, and I can’t seem to fathom why anyone would find it safe to place us in a cell together.

I’m not sure what causes the flare of the other alpha’s scent in the air, but it sends the edges of my vision deeper into the haze. Red expands until it nearly covers my line of sight, and that feels more dangerous than the foggy white mist from before.

The omega doesn’t notice my teeth grinding. If she did, there’s no way she would shove off the bars, using her back and feet as leverage.

Her soft, cold hand wraps around my neck, while the other continues to tease my cock. “Why do you look mad again? I thought we were headed in the right direction. I even thought you might kiss me.”

“ You. Smell. Wrong .” I keep her steady to my chest and fist her hair, pulling her up enough that I can scent her neck.

My canines ache with the urge to bury them in her skin. If we bonded, she would permanently carry hints of my scent, which would be a solid deterrent to any other alphas.

What am I thinking?

Bonding is permanent.

I stagger back a step.

It doesn’t offer any distance from the vexing woman, and I growl as a cold breeze brushes the top of my ass.

Does she want me to lose hold of the tiny sliver of sanity I’ve regained? She must, if she’s shoving my sweats down.

“Woman,” I growl, shaking my head.

“I thought it might be nice if you fucked me while we bond. It would be a solid distraction from this freezing, creepy prison cell. I’ll never complain about our room upstairs again.” She fights my hold in her hair, brushing her mouth over mine at the same time she guides me through her pussy lips. “We both know Omen is more likely to seal the deal, but I need you to alpha up.”

If she thinks she can get away with goading me into acting…she might be right.

My eyes narrow, and my body moves without my mind issuing the instruction. Her back lands against the brick wall of the cell, but I cradle her head to ensure it doesn’t make contact.

Diving for her, I brush my lips against hers. She deepens the kiss, and I growl as her tongue clashes with mine.

Cherry and lime flood my senses. Only, her smell is lined with that same underlying base scent that I can’t describe.

No one smells like lightning.

Except, she does.

The little vixen continues guiding my tip through her lower lips, and the other smell hits my nose.

The alpha with a death wish.

He must want to die.

He touched what’s mine.

I’m in no way prepared for the way she sinks down my length as her nails dig into the back of my neck.

“God, that’s just as intense, every single time.” She nips at my lower lip. It taunts my impulses with the need to bite her back. “Not complaining. Just noting the facts. You’ve got a lot of dick.”

I bump her cheek and growl. “Are you trying to bait me, little one?”

A slow smile crosses her face. “If that’s what it takes, alpha.”

The feeling of her slick running down my bare cock should cause alarm, but all it does is make my chest heave.

Now that I’m inside her, she moves to grip the bottom of my shirt.

“Can we get this off of you? I’m trying to be hardcore, but the blood is kinda grossing me out.” She pecks a kiss on my cheek, and I haven’t the first clue why she believes we’re intimately acquainted enough for all of that.

I still find myself leaning her against the wall as I tug the material over my head and toss the shirt aside.

She’s very bossy—good at getting what she wants.

The beautiful woman grins and works on getting out of the shirt she’s clad in. The movement wedges her farther down my length, and I grind my teeth to keep from doing anything stupid, like plunging them into her.

Her back bumps the hard brick as she wiggles, and I move a palm to cradle her spine. Goddamn, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I only wish I knew who she was.

She rips off the shirt, disposing of it as carelessly as I did with mine. “Thanks, this is much better.” Her long blondish-brown lashes fan over her cheeks, and I’m enamored.

Whoever she is, she’s gentle in a way I’m not used to.

Her freezing cold toes dig into my bare ass, and she plants a hand on my shoulder for leverage. Before I can ask her what she’s doing, she stretches up and gets close to my ear.

“Are you going to claim me? Or do I have to do everything myself?” With that, she begins to grind down my length using enough force that her tits bounce.

My mouth waters with the urge to suck on them. Even my saliva on her skin would be a decent warning to other alphas.

The wrongness of her scent mixed with another’s spurs me on, and her shoulders slam against the wall as I cage her in with a forearm above her head.

“You should be very careful. No sudden movements. Don’t fight me.” My other hand migrates to her ass to help lift and drop her. “I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

I’m not trying to scare her either.

Alpha instincts are a bitch to fight against, and my system is convinced she could try to get away at any moment. All that would do is to trigger my need to chase.

The scent of the other alpha has my impulses ready to snap. Whoever he is, he feels like a threat, even though he’s nowhere to be found.

If he wanted to protect her from me, he shouldn’t have left her side.

I won’t make the same mistake.

Omegas are meant to take alpha cock, but this omega has barely made it down the first few inches of my length. Her back rests against the wall as I begin to buck up inside her. She’s warm and wet and so fucking snug that it’s mind-boggling.

“That’s a good start to the claiming.” Her head bobbles up and down. “God, Valor. It’s almost too much, but also, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Don’t stop.”

“I hadn’t planned on it,” I growl as my field of vision goes hazy.

I can’t make out anything other than her eyes, and they are breathtaking. The outer rim is turquoise with a hazel ring around her pupil.

Her nails dig into the back of my neck, and she reaches between us with the other hand. Cold fingers brush my pelvis as she teases her clit.

There’s something so familiar about her, but the harder I grasp at the memories that feel like they’re right there, the more elusive they become.

There’s no grabbing hold of whatever thoughts are right on the edge of my consciousness, so I settle for bending and capturing her mouth. Her tongue twists around mine, and her slick drips down my knot and balls, making me ravenous to own her.

Knowing she doesn’t fear me, even when I fear myself, does crazy shit to my head.

Her pheromones pulse in the air, and she clenches her inner walls. It makes my dick jump, and my instincts scream to claim her.

The omega gasps against my lips, working her hips in a circle, like she’s desperate to force me where she wants me.

I’m unprepared for how tight she gets as she whimpers and moans, coming all over my cock.

She straight-up fucking gushes, pulling back from the kiss to beg.

I give in to her demands, fucking her through her orgasm. The pressure and rippling gets so extreme that I find myself clenching my ass cheeks in an attempt to keep from spilling my seed.

She wraps both hands around the back of my neck and rests her cheek against mine while she grinds over my length. She’s not even taking my knot, but I’m buried as deep as I can get as I snarl and fill her with my cum.

Fire licks through my nerve endings, and my knot pulses. Her scent is everywhere and her soft skin teases mine.

The orgasm doesn’t soothe my system. If anything, it ignites the needy fog that comes before rut. She nips at my lips, and I pull her from the wall, relocating us to the cot.

Yanking her off of me, I toss her down on the thin mattress and growl.

She lets out an oomph as her tits jiggle.

“Present.” My chest heaves, and I fight the urge to pounce and cage her in.

I want her ass up and breedable.

Her head tilts, and her eyes widen.

“Present!” I bark, baring my teeth. “Now!”

She scrambles to comply, and she ends up at an angle with her feet hanging off the edge. The chains on the top and bottom ends of the bed, combined with the top bunk, make it more complicated than it should be to get back inside her.

I duck my head, my hands landing on her luscious, heart-shaped ass. The peek at her drenched pink pussy has my nostrils flaring in an attempt to see if I’ve drowned out the other alpha’s scent.

It’s still there, just fainter now.

It doesn’t matter.

I’ll fill her with my cum over and over again until all she can smell is me.

If need be, I’ll lick and suck every inch of her skin to leave my saliva, which will also tell any other alphas that she’s mine.

I don’t offer any warning. Using my hands on the top of her ass, I pull her closer to the edge and slam inside her.

“Whoa!” She moans, and her forehead falls to rest against the thin mattress.

My cum drips around my bare cock as I work on shoving every thick inch inside her. I’m unsure if her sounds are pleasure or pain or some combination of the two. She doesn’t ask me to stop, and that’s enough for me.

My hand teases up her spine and back down again. I’m torn between wanting to see her face and staring at where I disappear into her rippling cunt.

This position makes it easier for her to take more of me, and before I know it, her lower lips brush my knot.

She rocks on her knees, slamming her hips back as I thrust, and my knot wedges inside her opening. All the air evaporates from the room as it swells and locks us together.

The omega doesn’t seem to be affected by the lack of oxygen, because she wails.

“Jesus, fuck.” Snarling, I wrap an arm around her middle and pull her up with me at an angle. My head brushes the bottom of the top bunk, but I ignore it since she’s not at risk of smacking her skull against the concrete.

The little vixen practices grinding on her knees, and it feels like my knot is trapped in a fist. It’s so tight, it’s almost uncomfortable but still firmly on this side of pleasurable.

“It’s just…” she sobs, bending forward like she might collapse on the thin mattress. “A lot. You’ve got so much dick, I think I can feel you in my diaphragm.”

My palm flattens over her sternum, keeping her upright. It doesn’t stop her from continuing to writhe around my chest.

Tilting my head, I try to determine if she’s experiencing any pain, but the way she wiggles over my length makes focusing damn near impossible.

I feel like I’m supposed to be doing something. I’m just lost to the fog to the point I don’t know what that something is. Every small gyration of her hips produces unabashed pleasure like I’ve never experienced.

Her system releases another potent wave of pheromones, and my fucking teeth throb almost in time with the pulsing of my knot.

“Bite me,” she whispers, nodding frantically.

I might be rabid, but I’m not sure she’s coherent enough to consent to all that. Not with the way her perfume sits heavy in the air. It’s like her system is desperately trying to coax my system into rut.

And it’s working .

The foggy sheen gets even more intense as I buck up into her.

The vexing little thing begs, pleads, and demands like an omega completely lost to the fog.

My restraint is already comically thin.

Pulling her hair to the side, I scrape my teeth over her shoulder. It’s a dangerous move, having my canines scratching her skin, but I manage to hold back from digging them in.

“That’s so overwhelming.” Her skin heats under my palm, and I pinch both her nipples, which makes her grind with more force. “God…”

“Nah, not God. Tell me who’s destroying this snug cunt.” I cup her tits and continue flicking my fingers, since she really seems to like her tits played with. “Come on, little one. Tell me who owns you.”

“You! You do!” Her inner walls meld to me perfectly, and I groan as the first few inches of her pussy begin to ripple around my knot. “Valor, please!”

The sounds she releases as she clamps down on my shaft make me ravenous with the urge to consume her whole.

To breed her so the rest of the world knows she’s mine.

To bite her so deep, she’ll never be able to truly escape.

Her wrist flies back, smacking against my cheek.

Flashes of another more masculine hand file through my memory as I plunged my teeth in.

Omen.

Fuck.

Reality teases at the edges of my consciousness, but I ignore the real world in favor of bringing her wrist to my mouth.

I strike, digging my canines into the soft skin of her inner wrist. I wouldn’t have minded an on-top-of-the-wrist bite, but now hers will match Omen’s.

Her walls convulse as she moans.

I rut up into her as much as I can while we’re locked together and fill her with my cum, impressed by how much pleasure can be achieved with so little movement.

The dragging of my knot against her inner walls makes my legs shake and my chest heave.

The bond forms, linking us together, and the first thing I’m hit with is her relief.

Omen comes next. The exact same emotion washes through the bond, quickly followed by his annoyance at something. It’s impossible to focus on that for long because the connection fills with the omega’s pleasure, which only feeds my own.

“That’s it, ride my cock,” I growl, breathing in deep hits of her pheromones. “God, Saylor.”

A rushing kaleidoscope of memories floods back when I say her name. It’s been right on the tip of my tongue, but I’m torn between relief that I’m finally back to my old self and concern for what happened in the time I only have flashes of.

Saylor whines, grinding and bouncing on my swollen shaft, and the hazy fog of rut takes over. This type of fog isn’t tainted by the red sheen, and I know she’s safe enough with me now.

She’s my bonded mate, and I’ll protect her with my life.