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“Don’t call me little one!” I shouted, wanting to pound my fists against his chest but taking his fine, silk shirt in my hands and pulling at it like I would rip it off him instead. “It’s my heat talking. I don’t want any of this, but I have to feel it anyhow.”

That seemed to sober Argus a bit. “I understand, love,” he said so gently that my heart couldn’t help but melt for him.

“You don’t understand,” I said, admittedly pouting.

“Trust me, I do,” he said with enough seriousness to make me feel bad for being a brat for a moment.

Just a moment, though. As soon as he waved his hand to the side then stepped through the glittering doorway he’d created with the gesture and into a huge, sea-green and silver bedchamber with a massive bed in the shape of a shell, I couldn’t feel anything but deep, driving lust.

“This is my lair,” Argus explained, putting me down and working through the fastenings of his clothing. “It will be your home as soon as peace reigns in the cruel world.”

I barely heard what he said. As soon as he pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing a strong chest and flat stomach, my mouth started to water and my hole gushed with slick.

Instinct rushed at me with such overwhelming power that everything I was or wanted to be disappeared under the soul-deep need to be mated and bred.

I scrambled out of my shoes and trousers, hardly aware of my actions to remove them. My eyes were glued on Argus as he removed his boots and trousers as well. I was naked by the time he set his trousers aside and stood with his thick, alpha cock protruding toward me.

“We don’t have to?—”

That was as far as Argus got before I threw myself to my knees in front of him, grabbed his thighs, and buried my face in his groin.

It was absolute heaven for an omega in the throes of heat.

I rubbed my face through his scent, letting the wiry hairs of his groin scratch my tender cheeks.

I licked and sucked on his balls, breathing in his magnificent scent as slick poured down my thighs.

Without being instructed or asked, I shifted into a perfect, submissive kneeling pose, my legs parted so that slick dripped onto the floor under me.

And that was all the awareness I had of myself before I grasped the base of his cock with one hand and closed my mouth around his flared tip.

“Fuck, Obi,” Argus gasped, grabbing a handful of my hair.

It was glorious and humiliating. I bore down on his cock, taking as much of it into my throat as I could, and since I was in heat, I had no gag reflex to stop me from going deep enough to bury my nose in his groin as his thickness cut off my air.

Everything I’d felt in the two heats I’d had before this had been pale compared to the emotions and drive that filled me.

I was his. I belonged to my alpha mate. I was his servant, his slave, to use however he wanted me.

I was created to be a vessel for his seed.

No sooner had I thought those words than Argus tightened his grip on my hair and thrust as his cum spilled into my throat.

I moaned in ecstasy, swallowing it all as my eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure.

This was what omegas were made for. I could practically feel his seed warming and soothing me from the inside. It was peace and perfection itself.

It was infuriating.

I needed more.

When Argus pulled back, I gasped for breath, not realizing how close I’d been to suffocating. My throat felt sore and expanded, but as soon as I was able to drag in enough air to speak, I looked up at him, pleading, “More. Fuck me. Breed me, damn you. It’s so not fair. I need you in my womb.”

I felt tears trickle down my cheeks before I was fully aware I was crying. I didn’t know if they were tears of joy or tears of frustration. They were both.

“Whatever you want, my love,” Argus said, his voice a strange blend of desire and compassion. “I am yours as much as you are mine.”

As he pulled me to my feet, my face contorted with frustration.

I’d never been so overwhelmed by the need to be fucked in my life, and as enticing as it felt on the one hand, it was terrifying to know that I had no control over my own body or who used it.

I could only wrap myself around Argus again as he lifted me and carried me to his bed, groaning at how good it felt to have his skin against mine.

“I’ll take care of you,” he said, laying me gently on my back on his cool bedcovers. “You will never want for anything. I will give my life to make you happy.”

He bent over me to kiss me tenderly, running his hands along my overheated body as he did.

It felt amazing to be cared for so sensually, but it wasn’t what I needed as heat madness consumed me.

My body was a demanding beast that wanted only one thing.

Even the way Argus kissed his way down my chest and belly to take my cock into his mouth, sending me into an orgasm as he did, wasn’t enough.

“No,” I said, thrashing and panting as the orgasm subsided and he moved to lick and suck the slick from my thighs. “No, breed me. Do it! Give me what I need!”

I didn’t know what had turned me into such a greedy whore. No, I didn’t like that word. That word was what my father used to insult us. I was a needy, hungry mate who wanted things that only his dragon could give him. That was more like it.

I wriggled around on the bed, flipping to my stomach and raising my ass to my mate in the breeding pose. It felt entirely too good and natural to open myself so shamelessly to an alpha who could tear me to pieces if he wanted to.

“Obi, are you certain?” Argus asked, stroking my back softly, which was not at all what I wanted. “We could draw this out, get to know each other, give each other pleasure before?—”

“Breed me!” I demanded. “You’re my fated mate. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?”

“Yes, but I know how emotional you are about everything,” Argus said. “I know it’s difficult for you to feel like you have no choice.”

“Are you going to fuck me or do I have to find some other alpha to do the job?” I shouted.

I knew I’d gone too far. Even hinting at another alpha to my fated mate was crass and unforgivable. But it also produced exactly the result I needed.

Without warning, Argus slapped a hand hard across my asscheek, sending a spray of slick flying. The sudden, sharp pain shocked me out of my emotional spiral and focused my mind on what my body needed.

A second later, Argus lined up behind me and thrust hard into me with a motion I knew was designed to put me in my place and show me who was really in charge of our mating.

He grabbed my hips tightly, yanking me back farther onto his cock.

As soon as he was deep and set up a punishing pace of thrusts, he leaned over me, completely trapping my body under his.

It was bliss. I surrendered everything to him, giving in to his punishing thrusts that rearranged my insides and had the head of his cock banging relentlessly against the mouth of my womb.

He reached a hand around to hold my cock, and I began to orgasm over and over, spurting and grunting in time to his thrusts.

Everything that was my will and ego melted away, and I was nothing more than a pulsing vessel for his pleasure.

Nothing had ever felt so right in my life.

I was born to be fucked by this alpha, to be his plaything.

And then with a growl, he forced the mouth of my womb open.

In a heartbeat, his knot swelled, locking us tightly together, as my womb clamped tightly to keep him inside.

The pleasure that filled me as his seed spilled into me in gushes as he continued to rock our joined bodies together had me shuddering and crying out in ecstasy.

It was even better when he bit down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder, claiming me so thoroughly that I felt like our souls were joined.

The way he continued to rut into me was brutal, but I loved it more than I had words to describe.

I was taken, claimed, and most definitely bred.

I belonged utterly to an alpha I barely knew.