Taming the Wild Beast of Alamina

”Unlikely,” she countered, her free hand coming up to trace the line of his collarbone. ”But if you don’t do something in the next few minutes, I’ll lose my mind.”

Thomas moved with a guttural sound more akin to an animal than a human. He surged, pinning her to the bed with his weight. His hands bracketed her head, his body against hers, and the overwhelming presence of him stole the air from her lungs.

”Then let’s make sure you don’t,” he growled, and slid down her body before she could respond.

His mouth was hot against her skin. He skipped the teasing kisses and the slow exploration that he had previously allowed himself. This was different. This was a man starved. He nudged her thighs apart with his shoulders, settling in between them, and then paused.

For a moment, he just looked. His gaze was intense, almost worshipful, as he took in her beauty, slick and open to him. The scent of her arousal, an omega’s scent, filled the air, and he inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back in his head for a second.

Then he tasted her.

The first touch of his tongue was different. Before, as a beta, her taste had been clean, simple, and human. Now, it was complex and layered. There was the sharp salt of her skin, but beneath it, something sweeter, richer. A taste like dark honey and ripe figs, a flavor that was uniquely omega that went straight to his head.

He groaned, a low, desperate sound, and lost himself in it. His tongue delved deep, swirling and collecting her essence as he learned about this new part of her. He was meticulous and thorough, and his movements contrasted with the raw need that ran through him. He lapped at her folds, sucked her clit into his mouth, and fucked her with his tongue, taking in every new texture and flavor profile her body now offered. He was tasting the difference, the essence of what made her an omega, and it was intoxicating.

Sylvia was writhing, her hands fisted in the sheets, her hips bucking against his mouth. The pleasure was sharp, blinding, building faster than she could track. He was consuming her, and the thought sent her flying over the edge with a sharp cry.

He didn’t stop. He drank down her release, his tongue gentling now, coaxing her through the aftershocks until she was boneless on the bed. Only then did he draw back, his face glistening and his eyes blazing.

”Nicely stretched,” he murmured, his voice a deep, satisfied rumble. ”But not finished.”

Before she could process the words, he was moving again. His hands hooked under her hips, and he flipped her over with ease. The world spun, and suddenly she was on her belly. He adjusted her, arranging her limbs to his liking until she was on her knees, her ass high in the air and completely exposed.

One of his large, warm palms settled over the medical collar at her nape, sending a shiver down her spine. He held her there as he positioned himself behind her.

”Relax for me, Sylvia,” he said, his voice soft but firm. ”Let me in.”

He pressed forward, the thick head of him breaching her entrance. The stretch was immediate and intense, a burning pleasure pain that took her breath away. He was thicker than she had expected, larger than her hands had shown. He entered her slowly, agonizingly so, giving her body time to adapt, to accept him. Inch by thick inch, he sank into her, filling her completely until his hips were flush against her ass.

He stayed there for a long moment, letting her adjust, letting her feel the fullness of him. His hand remained on her collar, his thumb circling the gland over the material of it.

Then he began to move.

His other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her up until her back was flush against his chest. He was kneeling behind her, buried deep within her, his strength supporting her upright. He was even deeper like this, pressing against parts of her that made her see stars.

He began to fuck her in a slow, deep, grinding rhythm that lit a fire in her blood. One of his hands left her waist to find her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples and twisting, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. His mouth found the back of her neck, his tongue lapping over the medical collar in long, possessive strokes, tasting the metal and the salt of her skin.

He was everywhere. Inside her, around her, his scent, his strength, his taste. He was fucking her with a controlled power that was both terrifying and thrilling, far surpassing any brute force.

”You want to feel my knot?” He asked, his voice a low, guttural vibration against her ear.

Sylvia couldn’t form words. Her answer was a purely physical reflex, her inner walls tightening around him, an involuntary clench that pulled a ragged groan from his chest.

”Greedy,” he praised, his voice breaking. ”So greedy for me.”

His rhythm changed. The deep, controlled grinding gave way to something more frantic, more desperate. His hips slammed against hers, each thrust a powerful, driving force that pushed her higher and higher. The pressure at the base of him began to swell, a stretching that bordered on pain but was so overwhelmingly pleasurable she couldn’t distinguish between the two.

”Tom,” she gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder. ”It’s... it’s...”

”I know,” he growled, his arm banding tighter around her waist, holding her in place as he drove into her. ”I feel it. Take it, Sylvia. All of it.”

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushed the swollen base of him past her entrance, and it locked. Sylvia could only describe it as a sudden, intense fullness, a pressure on every sensitive spot within her, that sent a blinding shock through her entire body.

Her orgasm hit her violently, consuming her, and ripping a scream from her throat. Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down rhythmically around the thick base of him, milking him as he pulsed and flooded her with his heat.

Something in the man’s grip on her changed. A low, guttural snarl echoed against her back, and the hand on her breast tightened, its fingers digging into her flesh. She felt a strange heat against her shoulder and turned her head, her vision blurred with pleasure.

His eyes. They were no longer their familiar warm brown. They burned with a feral, golden light, the pupils dilated into predatory slits. The hard line of his jaw appeared to shift and lengthen, and when he snarled again, she caught a glimpse of teeth that were too long and sharp. Bruises were already beginning to form at the angles of his jaw from the strain of his transformation.

The dominant alpha. The instinctive, aggressive part of him that he had kept leashed was here, staring at the medical collar that was still wrapped around her neck.

His free hand reached up, not to unbuckle it, but to grip the leather and metal. He ripped it off her neck. The clasp broke free with a sharp, metallic snap, the protective barrier giving way like paper. The cool air hit the newly exposed gland, which pulsed as a signal for the beast that held her.

His head dipped. His mouth, hot and open, closed over the sensitive flesh at the nape of her neck. For a terrifying second, she thought he would kiss her, lick her, and worship the gland he had just freed.

Then he bit.

His sharp teeth sank deeply into the gland. It wasn’t a gentle nip. Pain and ecstasy fused, resulting in a white-hot explosion that overshadowed everything. The bite jolted her core, causing another orgasm that was deeper, harder, and more intense than the first.

He held the bite, his body rigid against hers, his knot pulsing within her as he spilled himself. The golden glow in his eyes slowly faded, the tension in his jaw easing. He was Thomas again, breathing heavily against her neck, his tongue laving gently over the fresh, throbbing mark.

”Mine,” he whispered, the word a raw, broken sound. ”All mine.”