Chapter 1: Prologue
“You have an Omega here. Where is she?”
Sweat beaded on my hairline as heavy boots clunked above my head. The crawlspace hadn’t been cleaned—we never thought I’d be found—and it was hard to breathe in the musty darkness. My eyes widened, struggling to adjust, just in time to watch a black spider creep across the worn trapdoor overhead.
Finn stammered. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s illegal.”
“Yet here we are,” drawled the intruder. He took a few more steps in Finn’s direction. “One our scouts saw her enter your home, and they have no reason to lie. So, unless you’d like us to burn your miserable little village to the ground, I suggest you hand her over.”
A scout? I didn’t remember seeing anyone out of place in the last few weeks. We never let anyone in or out unless they’d been cleared through Amilyn, and she could spot spies a mile away. I frowned and kept a careful eyes on the spider now creeping closer to me. Only Kylo Ren’s enforcers could breach the wall whenever they pleased.
Furniture clattered. I winced at the sound of flesh on flesh and Finn’s yelp of pain. Fuck; I couldn’t just here and let them beat the hell out of my friend. I reached for the rail to push open the trapdoor and couldn’t hold in a shocked squeal when the spider dashed for my fingers.
The commotion overhead stopped. I clapped my hands over my mouth and shrank back as Finn coughed at the men to stop. Boots scuffed and tapped on the floor, listening for the echo of my hiding place. My pulse roared in my ears.
“There you are.”
An axe tore through the wood, splitting it open and pouring light in from the bedroom. This time I screamed and fell back into a pile of moldy blankets, scattering centipedes across the floor. Finn pleaded with them to stop, but the axe ripped free and swung down again.
“You’ll be compensated with protection,” another man said lazily, “which this miserable little outpost could certainly use.”
A gaping hole split through the door. Two men peered through at me, both brown-haired and blue eyed, and both smiled. I stared back at them, silently begging for mercy that I knew they wouldn’t give me.
They dragged me out by my ankles, kicking and screaming. The edge of the hiding place caught my stomach and scraped hard enough to draw blood. It pooled through my nightgown as they pulled me away from Finn’s frantic bargaining.
“Please!” he croaked. “I promised her parents I wouldn’t let anything—”
The leader slapped Finn hard enough to knock him to the floor. He turned his bright green eyes on me, hands clasped behind his back, not a single red hair out of place. I knew exactly who I was looking at—and spat at him.
Hux raised an eyebrow. He wore the same garb from the last time I’d seen him, before I presented and had to go into hiding: a gray jacket, jeans, and a black shirt. His gun hung out in the open on his hip, close to his silver belt buckle.
“You should be happy, little bitch.” He nodded, and the two goons handcuffed my wrists behind my back. “If the government found you, they’d kill you instead.”
“I’d rather fucking die!” I snarled.
He smiled. “Already? Ren hasn’t even gotten his hands on you yet.”
Finn struggled to his feet as the men pulled me out of our small cabin into the sticky summer night. A small crowd gathered around Amilyn’s home to watch and whisper while I screamed like a banshee and thrashed in the dirt. No one was stupid enough to intervene.
Hux pulled his gun and whipped one of the goons across the back of his head, scowling.
“Get her off the ground, you fucking morons. Which one of you made her bleed?!”
Finn followed us out into the darkness, still begging them to leave me. Blood poured from his nose and dripped off his chin, staining his white shirt bright red. He’d just come home from helping Amilyn patch her roof when we got the warning about Hux.
I resisted as the men dragged me to my feet toward the back of their old truck. The gun cocked behind us.
“You’re beginning to piss me off, Johnson,” Hux hissed.
Terrified, I ripped an arm free and whirled around to face Finn. He was on his knees with both hands up and his eyes closed, refusing to give up. I dug my heels into the soft mud and gritted my teeth.
“Finn, stop!” I shouted. I squirmed away from the bigger goon. “Stop! It’s not worth your life!”
Amilyn’s calm, clear voice cut through the din. She emerged from her home, long hands gracefully knit before her, shrouded in a long purple gown. It hung around her feet in a liquid pool and obscured her entire tall body from her clavicle down.
Hux smirked when he saw her. “Hello, Amilyn. It’s been a while.”
She descended the stairs to the last step and inclined her head politely. Nothing ruffled her. Every strand of her purple hair hung in place even though she’d just woken up like the rest of us.
“Armitage,” she said. “I see you’ve found what your master wants—rest assured, no one here was aware of her presence. She would’ve been promptly delivered.”
I swallowed hard at the bold-faced lie. It had to happen. The whole village could be punished for hiding me, but this way… At least they’d have protection from the government. We couldn’t withstand another raid.
Hux holstered his weapon. “Of course. I can take the word of a former comrade.” He gestured toward Finn with a sneer. “This one needs a Xanax and a shower, it seems. See to it that he doesn’t respond this way when the militia arrives.”
“I will, General.” Amilyn waved a graceful hand and two of our own men rushed over to help Finn to his feet. “We’ll scour the village for more holdouts for Lord Ren. We appreciate the offer of protection.”
Finn sobbed and kept screaming as they yanked open the rear doors of the truck. I panted in fear and met Amilyn’s eyes just as they dragged me inside. She offered a small wave and a sad smile, the only two gestures that would go unnoticed. They couldn’t risk starting a scuffle. More men would come and they’d level the town.
I collapsed on the cold metal floor and the doors slammed shut behind me.
Chapter 2: I said, "Cover me, if there is a fire
alright demons here u go
The long drive gave me too much time to think.
It’d been years since the last invasion, and that came from the government, not Kylo Ren’s sect of savages. My parents were still alive back then and I didn’t learn about it until I came home from playing in the woods with Finn. There was no threat back then because I hadn’t presented.
An ominous black cloud hovered over me on the very first day of my very first heat. It struck when I was fourteen and tortured me every month for the past three years with no medication to help. I’d hole up in my bedroom and caterwaul like a wild animal for a week while poor Finn had to listen.
But all the Alpha males flocked to Kylo Ren so I had no relief. I didn’t want it, anyway—they were all fucking beasts.
I thrashed in the metal cage, screaming as loud as I could and kicking the walls until my feet bled. The truck jostled me plenty, too. We drove over bumps and through ditches, navigating the dangerous terrain to whatever hellish compound Ren was in.
Amilyn said he’d been just as ruthless when he served as a general during the War as he was now—one of the many reasons she declined to hang around after the War.
The truck came to a stop. I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut as the doors opened. He’s an Alpha male. I know what he wants.
Hux stood by to watch the two goons yank me out, promptly spilling me on the hard ground. He snapped at them and I felt a pinch in my upper arm with the cold squelch of fluid under my skin. I screeched and rolled in the mud, seeping dirt in the abrasion on my stomach. The world spun in a haze of green trees and looming men.
“Inept—” Hux yanked me to my feet and I swayed into his chest, moaning. “Can’t control this slip of a girl?! Fucking worthless morons.” He wiped a hand down my cheek and flung mud to the ground. “We’ll see what Ren chooses do to with you for bringing her to him in this state!”
“She’s strong,” huffed one.
“We can wash her first,” suggested the other. He shifted, eyeing me with unmistakable hunger. “She smells good.”
Hux backhanded him without a moment’s hesitation. “Hold your tongue, Felix.”
The drug kept me from fighting back, even as he strapped a collar around my neck. It led to a jangling chain that Hux twisted around his wrist and used to drag me along behind him. My brown hair hung in a tangle around my face and tears streamed down my dirty cheeks. I couldn’t stop moving or the collar choked me.
Hux’s goons led the way through the dark forest. I didn’t bother looking up to take in my surroundings or the faces of the men watching me stumbling by. My feet slapped through puddles and across old broken cobblestone until I grew too dizzy to keep walking straight. I collapsed to my knees on stone steps, coughing as the collar pulled and clenched on my throat.
Hux sighed. “What did I give her? Valium?”
The gun cocked and a shot rang out. I watched through lidded eyes as one goon collapsed with a thud a couple feet away from me. He didn’t move.
Hux scooped me off the ground bridal style, crooking his elbow to support my head on his arm. I caught sight of the man on the ground and the bullet hole in the center of his forehead. His wide blue eyes had already glassed over with death.
I whimpered and Hux patted my thigh as we walked again.
“Don’t fret, little one. He won’t kill you.” He laughed. “Probably.”
We walked across a mossy courtyard to a set of enormous wooden doors. Two men stood guard outside with rifles and they inched closer to get a look at me. A strange taste hung in my mouth, like I’d just eaten something spicy. Finn said Alphas sometimes gave off a ‘scent.’
One man pounded on the door. “He’s been pissy as hell waiting for you to get back. The other Omega died last night.”
“Of what?” Hux asked, like it bored him.
“What do you think? Miscarriage. Bled out.” He patted his chest, protected by a bulletproof vest. “Shot the doctor, he was so pissed.”
Hux turned to regard his goon. “Hear that, Elliott? He’s already homicidal. I hope you kissed your wife goodbye before we left.”
The door groaned open and I lolled limply in Hux’s arms as we walked through.
Boisterous laughter and chatter echoed through the room at first, but quickly died out. They were all men. Women stayed in the homes and rarely came out, even though every single one was a Beta. Omegas went to the wealthy.
I couldn’t see much. Firelight complimented the poor fluorescent lighting and cast an eerie glow across the enormous hall. Long wooden tables lined the edge of the torn red carpet that muffled Hux’s footsteps, and he pointedly ignored the stares of the other men. Some slowly rose to their feet, abandoning mugs of beer or plates of food. Chairs scraped. I could feel the tension humming higher in the room—I was a meaty bone in a den of starving dogs.
Hux stopped. He bent down to lay me on something soft and squishy, then rose with the chain around his wrist. My eyes roamed blindly to another set of stairs leading up to black boots and I shifted, trying to cover my legs with my gown. One boot tapped on the floor.
“Dameron was correct,” Hux said. “Holdo’s outpost has been hiding this girl in a crawlspace. We found her in Finn Johnson’s home.”
Silence ensued. My breathing seemed to be the loudest thing in the room, save for a few vague murmurs. The boot kept tapping.
“She’s filthy,” droned The Boot’s deep, unsettling voice.
“Elliott and Felix managed to drop her at every turn.” Hux huffed. “I already shot Felix—he gave me fucking fentanyl to calm her down.”
“Fentanyl,” echoed The Boot. Fingers tapped on stone. “He gave her… fentanyl?”
Goon Two spoke up in a nervous voice. “Sir, when we pulled her from the crawlspace, her stomach caught on the edge. She’s strong.”
My gaze slowly traveled up the man’s legs, clad in dark jeans, up and up a ridiculous stone throne. His black T-shirt clung to pale muscles and broad shoulders all leading to an impassive, long face. He lounged in the throne, clearly at his leisure there, hiding most his mouth with his fingers. Black hair hung down to his shoulders, drawn back at the top in a small ponytail.
I blinked at him and it drew a smile to the corner of his lips. He was huge. Tall and big and broad. The tingling in my mouth got worse the longer I looked at him and I twisted my wrists in the cuffs. Alpha male—imposing enough to make me squirm.
He gazed at me while he spoke. “This little thing was too much for you—a two-hundred fifty pound Alpha male?”
Kylo rolled his eyes and drew a pistol. I flinched as a shot echoed though the hall, followed by a loud thud. No one spoke.
He twisted the pistol around his index finger, still assessing me lazily. I huffed in fear, squirming on what I assumed was a dog bed, and watched him holster the gun again. Black tattoos smattered his pale skin down his forearms, all lined with hard muscles and veins and tendons.
Kylo drummed his fingers on the arm of the throne. “Age?”
“Seventeen. Her name is Rey.”
He tilted his head, smiling down at me. “Rey. Pretty.” His eyes flickered up to Hux. “How many men are we sending to the outpost in return for her? Twenty?”
“They’ll need additional supplies to support a militia that size, but it sounds fair.” Hux tugged the chain a bit, drawing a gasp from me. “We could send more, depending on her quality, of course. Amilyn is too useful to lose.”
“That she is.” Kylo clicked his tongue thoughtfully, shifting his weight in the throne. “Bring this Finn back to me when the troops are sent. I’d like to kill him myself.”
I groaned and shook my head, struggling to get up. He raised his eyebrows and watched.
“No,” I rasped. I rolled on my back and fought tears as they ran down my cheeks. “Please…”
Kylo rose from the throne in one slow, fluid motion, drawing up to his full, intimidating height. He reached under his shirt and withdrew a serrated knife that glinted bright silver in the gloom. My heart pounded frantically.
“What?” he murmured. He took one languid step down. “Please what?”
I shivered miserably and tried to collect myself. “He’s—he’s my best—” My voice cracked as I broke down into sobs. “He’s like my brother!”
Low laughter reverberated through the hall. Kylo cracked a wider smile as he carried on down the stairs toward me, never averting his eyes. They were impossibly dark, drawing me in even though I wanted to look the hell away.
He heaved a sigh as he came to stand over me. Hux smirked and handed him the chain, then drew back with a polite nod of his head. Kylo wrapped it around his wrist and gave a gentle pull.
“I like when you beg, Rey.” He flipped the knife in his grasp. “Beg more.”
The collar tightened. My spine arched, breath escaping me in a soft rasp, and my heels dug in to the plush bed. He raised his eyebrows again while I fought to breathe and form another ‘please.’ I choked on a frustrated sob, too dizzy and terrified to do anything else.
Kylo released and I fell back, wheezing and coughing. The knife glinted and he leaned down to seize the front of my nightgown and slash it straight down the middle. The other men jeered, drowning out my strangled screams.
He tore it wide open with his bare hand and the pink slivers of cotton fell apart. He licked his lips and his eyebrows flashed up in surprise. I had nothing on except my white panties.
“Let’s send them whatever they’d like, Hux.” Kylo slipped the knife back in its sheath, staring down at me. “This is very high quality.”
The laughter picked up around the room until I couldn’t hear anything else. He rolled his shoulders before bending over again, scooping me off the bed bridal style. I had no strength to fight back and just shuddered in his arms with my eyes half open. He was warm, at least. I felt cold despite it being the middle of July.
Kylo carried me down dark hallways I hardly noticed. It grew harder and harder to stay awake, especially with my intermittent sobbing. I had to focus on the pain in my stomach to keep from fainting. I didn’t want to wake up to him… doing things to me.
We walked up some stairs in a circle and I realized he was bringing me to a tower. He’d settled in an old part of the forest, full of towering redwoods and craggy old castles. Amilyn said it was half for defense and half because he liked the drama of it.
A light flicked on. Rain drummed on the glass, casting eerie blue moonlight across the shadowy room. I caught a glimpse of iron rings drilled into the stone floor. My stomach turned.
“It’s the middle of July, kitten. Why so much trembling, hm?” Kylo turned on another light, patting my thigh. “Are you nervous?”
“N—no,” I puffed, tensing up. “No.”
He laughed. It rumbled through his chest under my fingertips.
“You should be.”
We were in a bathroom, just as dark as the rest of the damn castle. Kylo set me down in an empty claw foot tub and pulled up my wrists to unlock my manacles. I flopped on my side, writhing like a dying snake, and squealed when cold water rained down on my face.
He maneuvered me however he needed to. I limply let him raise my jaw and push me forward so he could rinse my hair and wash off my back. His hands felt just as rough as the rest of him.
The mud and grime washed down the drain in a black and brown swirl. My blood joined when Kylo reached my stomach and washed off the dried crust forming over my wound. I cried and covered my face, drawing murmurs from him.
“Aren’t you a whiny little creature?” He yanked off my panties with one huge hand. “When was your last heat?”
He hung up the shower head and knelt beside the tub. I yelped as long fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled hard to expose the curve of my jaw. Kylo leaned in, drawing the tip of his nose along my skin and breathing in through his mouth.
“Not long,” he mused. “Judging by the scent. Did your friend Finn help you?”
“No.” I stared across the bathroom, eyes wide with fear. “He never touched me.”
The cold water made my teeth chatter, but having Kylo so close to my throat played a role, too. I breathed hard through my nose to keep from tasting the tingling scent of him on the roof of my mouth, terrified of the way it made my head spin. He drew another deep breath.
Then he rose, fetching a brown towel to drape around my shivering form. I huffed as he lifted me out of the bathtub and we went back out to the dimly lit bedroom. A rain-scented breeze wafted in through one of the open windows.
The bed sat in the dead center of the room, wrought iron headboard stark against the gray stone walls. I struggled a bit as Kylo gently placed me under red sheets and watched him loop the chain link leash behind the headboard. It snapped it with a resounding click.
He turned away for a moment, casually peeling his shirt off. “One of the men will likely intrude tonight to attempt to take you from me. Don’t bother me unless you’re being raped.”
I shifted in the warm sheets as Kylo continued stripping, stepping out of his boots, but averted my eyes when he unbuckled his belt. I didn’t fucking want anyone touching me.
A drawer opened. “Sleeping in the bed is a privilege you can lose. There’s plenty of room on the floor for you.”
“Thanks,” I croaked, aiming for sarcasm but hitting a solid ‘pathetic’ instead.
The mattress moved and I squeaked as one thick arm wound around my waist. Kylo moved closer until he was flush against my back, adjusting his hips in a an obvious, suggestive way near my ass. I reddened, huffing uncomfortably at his huge body curled possessively around mine. The bare skin of his chest was ridiculously hot.
He yawned, exhaling in my hair. “By the by—if you try to kill me in my sleep, at least make the effort worth the punishment I’ll inflict when you fail. Strangling me with the leash won’t work. Be creative.”
I blinked into the gloomy darkness, listening to the rain patter on the windows; scared of falling asleep. But the bed felt warm and the drug dragged me down until I finally couldn’t resurface.
Chapter 3: 'Cause I want you
OKAY apparently there was a high demand for ABO noncon jesus CHRISTMAS
as always i love your comments but my responses are strange so i love u all
The next morning, I woke up alone in the big bed. My stomach twisted painfully from the drug as I startled under the heavy red sheets, forgetting where I was for a minute. But the collar around my throat quickly dragged me back to the awful predicament I’d landed in.
Whimpering, I blinked and stretched to feel out how much room I had, and traced the chain link leash behind the headboard. I didn’t feel like I’d been touched or anything during the night, just sore and nauseous from the trip.
The bedroom felt colder, thick with humidity and the earthy smell after a rainstorm. Shivering, I propped myself up in bed, gathering the blankets around my naked body, and rubbed my eyes. Still alive—that was good. Always good to be alive.
I’d been too wasted to pay much attention to the room the night before, but I could see it fine in the hazy morning light. It looked like a fucking dungeon: big red carpet, torches to augment the weak fluorescent lighting, and mismatched old furniture scattered around the round room. I brushed a hand through my hair to work out the tangles and swallowed hard. Okay. Horror movie.
The wooden bathroom door opened in the next moment and Kylo emerged with a towel around his waist. His black hair hung in a wet mess near his shoulders, chest still beaded with water, and I couldn’t help but stare at the rippled scars on his skin. He smiled faintly.
“Phasma is coming to give you a physical.” He tugged off the towel and I averted my eyes as fast as I could. “Check for infections, assess your capacity to carry and bear pups. My last bitch died two nights ago—hemorrhage.”
I kept my eyes covered, humiliated. “I have the virus, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“We’ll see.” Kylo yawned, cracking his joints. “If you can carry a pregnancy without issue, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
An Omega-specific virus caused severe weakness of the uterine lining and made us highly likely to bleed to death during pregnancy. It triggered the War in the first place, as Betas fought to kill us off before the virus spread to Beta women, and Alphas fought to keep us alive. No one really won and the virus never spread, but millions died.
Kylo suddenly ripped my hands away from my face, standing stark naked at the side of the bed. He stepped closer, smiling at my petrified expression when my eyes flickered down to his dick. Jesus Christ.
“Have you ever seen a cock, little one?” he asked, amused.
I had, because Finn and I took baths together when we were kids, but the one hovering a foot in front of me did not look like Finn’s. My blank stare must’ve spoken volumes.
Kylo laughed at my embarrassment and tugged my wrists toward him so my fingertips brushed his half-hard penis. He clasped my hands over it with his and I winced at the weird heat and thin, soft skin. My fingers managed to meet around the girth of it and blood pumped it harder.
“It won’t bite you, Rey.” He cupped my face gently in both huge hands, casually ignoring my quivering hands wrapped around his cock. Dark eyes met mine. “Be a good girl and lick up my precum.”
I shook my head, scrambling back on the bed, and twisted over on my stomach. The leash pulled and tightened around my throat, arching my spine as it took my breath. Fingers clawed at the soft sheets looking for an escape as Kylo dragged me back to him by one of my ankles.
He flipped me on my back and I screamed when I saw his cock way too close to my mouth. He ignored my thrashing legs hanging off the edge of the bed and yanked hard on my hair to keep me from turning my head away. I burst into tears, pawing frantically at the fingers in my hair.
Kylo palmed his cock with his other hand, stroking in languid, wet motions. “And just where do you think you’re going?” He edged closer and dragged me upright by my hair. “You were told to lick up my precum—so do it.”
“NO!” I shrieked. I clawed at his fingers like a lunatic. “Let me GO!”
“Medical consult, sir.”
We froze at the bored voice of another woman. She stood near the door with a red bag, already snapping on purple nitrile gloves. Her blonde hair slicked back across her head and I was struck by how tall she was, even rivaling Kylo’s height. She raised her eyes expectantly.
Kylo slapped my thigh for good measure as he straightened. “Phasma—thank you for coming so quickly. This one needs the usual tests and perhaps some Xanax.”
She didn’t seem ruffled by him being naked with an erection, and I realized on my next breath that she was an Alpha, too.
Kylo put on a pair of gray sweatpants as Phasma approached with her bag. She didn’t greet me or meet my eyes much, just unzipped it and took out supplies to draw blood. I struggled to get upright and move away from the big needle.
“Can’t have benzos if you want pups,” she said dully. She pricked my thigh with a tiny device like a hole puncher. “And she’s negative for the virus, so you’ll want to keep her healthy.”
Fuck. I didn’t meet Kylo’s amused glance. I thought lying might help my situation. Fuck.
“Is she now?” he murmured. “Well, that’s a nice surprise.”
He stood beside Phasma with his arms folded and watched her draw my blood from my elbow. I stared up at the ceiling and held back tears the entire time, determined to keep my dignity. That grew harder as the exam went on and she stuck her fingers in my mouth and up my vagina.
Phasma pushed down on my lower abdomen and rolled gently. “I don’t feel any masses, so she should be in good working order for pregnancy. A bit young and thin, though. Maybe wait a few months before trying for pups—let her fill out.”
“Yes, she’s a tiny little thing.” Kylo smiled down at me and raised his eyebrows. “Aren’t you?”
I wanted to spit in his face.
The awkward, invasive exam ended and Phasma left with my blood to check for disease and predict my next heat cycle. It’d be a few weeks—I could tell. I learned to read the subtle changes in my body that popped up just before another punishing round of heat.
Kylo approached me, long face impassive. My breath caught and I began moving back on my elbows, but he seized my throat in a huge hand and yanked me upright. The other pushed down his sweatpants and freed his cock, now angry red and throbbing, glistening with precum.
I growled and turned my head away, but his long fingers locked around my jaw to keep me in place. He spit in his hand and casually jerked himself back to full hardness in front of me. His dark eyes flickered back but he didn’t make a sound, save for a stifled groan. The slick sound of him stroking his cock filled the cavernous room.
It was so humiliating and strange that I could only huff my protests and squirm. Kylo dug his fingertips into my cheeks the longer he went on, until he grunted as he came all over my face.
I squealed in shock and he hooked his fingers on my lower jaw, prying it open to squirt some cum in my mouth. It drooled over my tongue, sticky and hot, and I coughed and grabbed his wrist, eyes watering. Kylo growled a warning in his chest.
The rest coated my face all the way up to my hairline and down my chin. I gagged, struggling to spit out his salty cum, but he pushed my jaw shut and forced me to look up at him.
“Swallow it,” Kylo snapped. He pinched my nose between two fingers, still pushing up on my lower jaw. “Swallow it.”
I couldn’t breathe, so I had to do it. I grimaced as it ran down my throat, not used to the strange texture and taste. He watched my throat bob and let go a moment later to tuck his cock back in his pants. I sagged forward, trembling with rage.
“One little lick would’ve saved you from this punishment.” He jammed two fingers in my mouth without warning and I coughed. “Now you can have cum for breakfast instead of bacon and eggs.”
Instinctively, I bit down.
Kylo yanked hard on the leash to make me let go, then unhooked it near the collar as I gasped for air. He dragged me out of bed by my hair, over to one of the iron rings bolted to the floor, and I tripped over the carpet along the way.
“Let go!” I hissed. “Let me GO!”
He shoved me to the cold floor and stepped on the side of my head when I tried to get up. It smooshed my cheek in a painful, dizzying way, smearing the cum up in my hair. I watched with wide eyes as Kylo leaned over to hook me to a six inch chain attached to the ring.
“If you can’t behave, you can spend the day on the floor.” He let off my head and turned away, ambivalent to my hissing and spitting. “Maybe you’ll reconsider disobeying me, pet.”
The chain didn’t leave me enough room to do anything except writhe on the floor—I couldn’t even sit up. I screamed, now furious instead of terrified, and quickly became covered in dirt.
Kylo didn’t pay me much attention. He ambled around the room getting dressed; camo pants, a white T-shirt, and a green bomber jacket. I grew too tired to keep screaming and he smiled at me while lacing up his black combat boots. He’d drawn his hair back in a half ponytail again. He looked like a fucking asshole.
“I’ll be back,” he said. He rose, collecting his gun and knife. “Your outpost is in need of provisions and troops. I’ll station a guard to watch the door.”
“Soon,” Kylo replied without missing a beat. He tilted his head, smiling. “You’re so aggressive today, little one. But you’ll learn to obey, I’m sure. You’re an Omega—you were born to obey me.”
I swallowed as he walked out the door with another smug smirk and shut it softly behind him. Slowly but surely, the prickling Alpha taste swelled in my mouth again, and my bravado faded into uncontrollable sobs.
Chapter 4: To burn first."
eh not my best noncon scene but w/e
ok i need to update another WIP now
Laughter floated up the long corridor to Kylo’s tower some time after he left me.
Night had fallen, another sticky summer evening, and I was grateful to have my cheek pressed to the cool stone. I’d wiped off the cum I could reach with my free hands and now rattled my chain at the sound of men jeering together. My pulse quickened—something bad was about to happen.
Kylo came in first, pale cheeks tinted pink, rubbing the tip of his long nose. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other hand and chatted with Hux, who trailed behind with his own bottle. Behind him, on a leash, was a short girl with black hair.
She seemed to know to keep close. Her dark eyes stayed down as she followed a step behind Hux in her pink gown and slippers.
“—Never even seen a cock,” Kylo laughed, finishing up relaying how inexperienced I was.
I huffed and glowered as they came to stand over me, both obviously wasted. Their glassy booze-riddled gazes followed me squirming around in the dirt. The girl behind Hux didn’t look up.
Kylo bent over and freed me from the iron ring. I scrambled on my hands and knees to get away, but he seized my hair and dragged me to my feet.
“Filthy little thing,” Hux drawled.
“Mm. She’s been very difficult today.” Kylo guided me toward the bathroom, whiskey breath on my neck. “Did you miss me, little one?”
My skin crawled and I wanted to tell him to stick it, but I didn’t want him jizzing on my face again. I bit back my pride and nodded tersely. Pissing off a drunk Alpha male wouldn’t end well for me.
Thankfully he turned away and busied himself with starting the shower while I used the toilet. I washed my hands and brushed my teeth, which was a relief, then ran a comb through my hair. Everything was laid out neatly on the gray granite countertop, including two orange pill bottles.
The bathroom vanity had an enormous cracked mirror and I stared at my broken reflection in it, absentmindedly brushing my hair. Maybe I’d be better off dead.
Kylo suddenly scooped me up and dumped me in the tub like he had the night before. Spluttering, I pawed at the rim of the bath while he hosed me down like a dog that got sprayed by a skunk. At least the temperature was better.
“You want to look nice for dinner, don’t you?” Kylo taunted, spraying me in the face. “I have to plump you up a bit before you can give me pups, so I hope you’re hungry.”
He dried me off and tugged one of his black T-shirt’s over my head, which draped down almost to my knees. I caught a glimpse of Hux all over the other girl in the corner, kissing her neck and pinning her to the wall. Kylo gave me gray slippers to wear and peered over his shoulder at them.
“Rose has the virus,” he said as he took another swig of whiskey. “No touching her.”
The leash went on and I stumbled forward as Kylo dragged me from the room like a prized broodmare. Hux put Rose over his shoulder and she swayed there, dark eyes unseeing.
We walked through narrow corridors, last crumbling old rooms, until we reached the great hall where I was first brought in. Male voices mingled and flooded the place with laughter and shouting, quickening my pulse. How stupid could they all be when they were drunk?
Kylo pulled me to the remains of the throne, where a table had been set up with all kinds of food on it. My mouth watered at the sight: meats and cheese, plates piled with vegetables I hadn’t seen in years. The pitchers were full of beer and wine and water and I wanted all of it.
He sat down and gathered me in his lap. I didn’t have panties or a bra on and felt very exposed in front of the huge group of men eating at the tables further down the hall.
I leaned over our small deep brown table, practically drooling over the spread. Kylo drew a worn green plate over and kissed my temple. He set down his bottle of Jack near a big cut of ham, curling an arm around my stomach.
“Your blood work is all clean,” he whispered, spearing a slab of ham. “So eat up, little one—you’ll need your strength for tonight.”
I stared at the plate as he piled it with food. “…But I’m not in heat.”
Kylo laughed lightly and offered me a piece of ham with his fingertips. “I’m still going to fuck you.”
The common sense urge to bite him and run away warred with my instinct to obey what he said. He pushed the ham in my mouth and offered me a fork so I could at least feed myself. I dripped tears on my plate while I ate, listening to the din of male voices around me, and Kylo brushed his lips across the arch of my jaw.
He hummed, sliding his huge hands inside my thighs. “That’s my good girl.” His tongue teased my skin as it traced a tingling line down my throat, making me shiver. “Eat up.”
“I don’t want to do this,” I mumbled. My mouth prickled again as Kylo gently kissed my pulse. He was uncomfortably close to the gland under my jaw, not that biting it would do anything.
Plates rattled down the hall and I looked up to see Hux bending Rose over the table. The other faceless men hooted and hollered and I quickly averted my eyes when I realized he was having sex with her. It made my cheeks flush with embarrassment and my stomach turn in disgust.
Fingers drifted between my legs, past the hem of the shirt. I squirmed and whimpered as his middle finger drew slowly up my slit, where I’d only touched myself during heat. The prickling in my mouth buzzed up to my head. I felt dizzy.
“No?” Kylo nudged my jaw with his nose and kissed my neck. His finger idly dipped deeper, stroking through my folds. “Don’t you want to be an obedient little Omega for your Alpha?”
I shuddered. I’d never been exposed to an Alpha like this and I had no clue what was happening to me. I managed to eat another bite of carrots and nodded stiffly, shivering again as Kylo rolled my skin through his teeth. It made me squirm in his lap until I felt his cock press on my butt.
He drew his finger up through my slit to the apex, slipping through wet flesh, and rubbed my clit in small circles. My thoughts crawled to a sluggish halt and I whimpered, resisting a strange desire to lean back on his chest and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Pleasure tightened in my stomach.
His hungry mouth roamed to my gland. I clenched my fork and the edge of the table, pulse roaring in my ears as Kylo licked the flat of his tongue across the spot. He growled in warning when I tried shifting off his lap to the floor and gave a rough tug with the arm around my stomach.
“Stop moving,” he grunted. His lips closed around my gland and sucked, bobbing it in his wet mouth. A groan rumbled in his chest.
The room grew hazy and I could hardly hear the men cheering Hux on. They were getting louder though, and the shatter of glass snapped me free of my reverie for a minute. Kylo had his middle finger buried inside me, pumping gently, but he paused and snarled like a wild animal. I could sense a strange tension in the room, strangling the breath from me and making my heart pound.
Kylo withdrew his finger and popped it in his mouth. “Stay here—don’t move.” He snapped his fingers. “Phasma, watch the girl.”
Then he rose and settled me in the throne, kissing my forehead, and strode down the steps toward the other men. They were throwing and smashing things now; chairs and glasses and plates, and Rose cowered under one of the benches. I curled into a tight ball as Phasma approached, standing beside the throne with her hands on her hips.
She smirked down at me. “The other Omega must be going into heat. Rut is starting.”
Kylo seized Rose by the arm and dragged her a few feet before Hux tried to stop him. Rose scrambled away, rushing for the ‘safety’ of the throne, and Hux snapped something at Kylo. He was promptly punched in the face and went down in a heartbeat—and the other men closed in.
It devolved into a brawl. Phasma snatched Rose by the worst when she got close enough and watched the fighting unfold for a minute. I winced as someone managed to punch Kylo in the stomach, but he knocked down the other man with one swing. They howled like animals and he stalked around the circle forming around him, wiping blood from his mouth. Things were quickly spiking up to a fever pitch and dread bloomed in my belly.
Phasma huffed and snapped her fingers at me.
“Come!” she spat. “This is getting out of hand.”
Another man emerged from the group to challenge Kylo with a huge serrated knife. Kylo snarled and used his bare hands in the fight, twisting the guy’s wrist until a loud crack echoed through the hall. Phasma had to throw me over her shoulder because I froze to the throne in fear. I could feel the violent animal energy.
The sounds of the brawl faded as Phasma hurried Rose and me down the corridors. Rose cried softly during the walk and was still inconsolable after Phasma tied me off to the headboard in Kylo’s room. I watched them go until the door shut.
“Fuck this!” I hissed.
I yanked desperately on the chain, struggling to get it loose or choke myself trying. The leash rattled and the headboard groaned but I couldn’t get it off no matter how hard I tried. I turned my attention to the collar instead, clawing desperately at the strip of leather.
It wouldn’t come free. I panted in terrified puffs as I yanked open the nightstand drawer for a knife or scissors to slice off the collar. My fingers blindly rummaged through paper and plastic parts and something jangled, then cut my finger.
I yanked an old knife from the drawer and hurriedly sat up to saw off my collar, finger dripping blood in my lap. My hands trembled so much I thought I might accidentally kill myself, but I managed to cut through and was suddenly, blissfully free.
Adrenaline gave me the quick jolt I needed to stumble out of bed. Head spinning, I stuck my feet in a pair of Kylo’s huge boots and grabbed a jacket hanging on the wall. I needed some protection but I also couldn’t hang around to collect a lot of supplies. I had to get the fuck out.
I flung the door open and raced down the winding stairs, praying I didn’t waste too much time already. My sliced finger throbbed, so I stuck it in my mouth to keep from leaving a blood trail. Almost there, almost—
At the very bottom of the stairs, I bumped into Kylo’s broad chest.
His dark eyes shone with violent, ravenous hunger, and he wiped a smear of blood off his cheek. He breathed hard enough to make his stained shirt rise and fall and raised his eyebrows when I took a frantic step back. The knife in his hand glowed red in the near-darkness.
The Alpha scent hung heavy on him. He’d gotten his fill of physical violence and now he wanted to take out the rest of his urges on me.
“Don’t you look adorable?” he whispered, breaking into a wide smile. He wiped the blade on his shirt, smearing it with more blood. “I wish you waited for me to play dress-up.”
I stumbled back another step. “Stay—stay away from me!” The knife quivered in my grasp but I waved it at Kylo, anyway. “I mean it!”
“Why? What are you going to do?” He sheathed his own knife and slowly followed me up the steps, licking his lips. He’d taken a few punches but only had a trickle of blood from his mouth. “You think you can stab me, little one?”
“Yes!” I stammered. “I’ll do it!”
He shrugged out of his jacket. My threat meant nothing and we were slowly backtracking to his bedroom. I swallowed hard, staggering over another step, and wiped away hot tears. This was fucking hopeless.
Kylo dropped his jacket and clicked his tongue, frowning sympathetically. The torchlight caught the contours of his long face, highlighting his bestial expression.
“You’re not meant to do such things,” he murmured. “You’re meant to make little nests and carry pups for me, and I’m meant to keep you safe and warm—so be a good girl and lie on your belly in the bed.”
“You’re not keeping me safe!” I retorted. “You chained me to the floor and choked me!”
He cocked his head. “We can argue the semantics of safety later on, but right now, I need you to do what I say and go lie down.” His shirt came off next, cast to the stairs. “Now, Rey.”
I hesitated, struggling to think of my next step, then decide to throw the knife at Kylo’s chest.
It clattered to the ground and I was already off running. I tripped over the huge boots, then quickly kicked them off and stumbled back into the bedroom. Before I could dart for the bathroom to hide, Kylo grabbed me by the back of the jacket.
I shrieked as he threw me on the bed and crawled between my thighs. He dipped his lips to my gland and the hazy confusion set it, slowing my struggling to weak slaps on his ribs. The scratchy jacket hung loose on my arms as I panted and squirmed under Kylo’s weight.
“Were you trying to get away from me?” he whispered against my skin. He tore my arms free of the jacket and leaned up to cast it away, then spread my knees with his huge hands. “Look at this—look at this. What a pretty little pussy.”
“Get AWAY FROM ME!” I screamed.
The shirt hiked up to my hipbones as Kylo sank down lower in the bed and seized my hips. He licked along my slit with the tip of his tongue, cooing to calm my crying. He knitted his fingers through mine to keep me from fighting back and groaned whenever I tightened my thighs.
Then he buried his face between my legs, alternating humming and flicking his tongue, and my sobs lilted into sniffles. I clenched his hands with mine and gave my hips a small wriggle at the first tingle of pleasure. My mind twisted my loathing as best it could, torn between complying and resisting.
Kylo gently introduced his middle finger inside me, lingering his lips near my clit. I took a sharp breath and jerked away, but he held firm and shushed my resistance. It felt like two of my own fingers and reminded me of frantic nights spent masturbating during heat. I did whatever made it stop.
Then he added a second finger and I writhed and cried softly. It felt good—it wasn’t supposed to.
“You taste so sweet,” he mumbled. His dark eyes lazily drifted up to mine. “You’re going to give me big strong pups, aren’t you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded fast. Kylo kept thrusting his fingers gently until I twisted my neck, desperate to escape the mounting pressure in my cunt. He sucked on my clit and drew his fingertips along my upper wall in a way that forced a gasp from me. I writhed and resisted but my body betrayed me.
A painful, intense orgasm rippled through me, tensing the muscles in my lower back, and fluttered around Kylo’s fingers. I winced and moaned during it, bucking my hips, and he grunted his approval.
Then he crept up my body while I panted and twitched afterwards with weak whimpers. Kylo shushed me and stripped off his pants before tugging his shirt over my head. He brushed my hair from my face as he settled his weight between my hips, and I whimpered again.
“Please stop,” I begged in a whisper.
“Shh, shh.” Kylo nuzzled into my neck and licked across my gland. “Be good, little one.”
My eyes widened when I felt the pressure of his cock near my entrance. I took frenzied breaths and writhed as he penetrated me, grunting into my neck like he was trying to hold back. Then I screamed, because I didn’t want him to fuck me, and the sensation of him splitting me open hurt.
He sucked on my gland to make me calm down but I raked my nails down his broad back and kept screaming. Kylo groaned, thrusting erratically, moving too fast too soon. Every inch of flesh tensed in silent protest and he forced his way through, puffing on my shoulder.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunted. He struggled closer, reaching blindly for the iron headboard. “So tight—sweet little Omega, nice and tight for me.” He raised his chest to look at my pained expression. “Mine—mine.”
I had to lie there under his heavy weight while he did what he wanted with me. Kylo kept licking my gland to keep me from outright screaming. The bed creaked with each thrust, but only he made any sounds of pleasure. I did my best to hate it.
Then he turned me over on my stomach and dragged my hips up to his. I coughed as he drove inside me again from the new angle and slapped my ass before he set a punishing rhythm. Wet skin slapped together and his low breaths keyed up to deep, satisfied grunts. I closed my eyes.
Fingertips dug into my hips, straining me closer with each penetrating thrust up to the hilt. Kylo huffed and swore and I felt him twitching and pulsing inside me. He had to be pent-up from the brawl downstairs.
“This is where you’re meant to be,” he snapped. “On your fucking hands and knees.”
I wailed into the pillow as he finally came with a deep growl. Kylo yanked me closer when I struggled against his jerky thrusts, terrified of having his cum in me, but he bore down on my hips to squeeze out every last drop. I couldn’t get away. I buried my face in my pillow and heaved while he groaned and swore, working my hips up and down his twitching cock.
It ended when Kylo’s hips stilled. We panted, both trying to work through everything, and he slapped my ass again with a low laugh.
“That’s my girl.” He leaned across my back to suck on my gland, sighing. “That’s my girl.”
I sobbed helplessly and tried to slap him when he turned me on my back. He kissed me full on the lips, dipping his tongue in my mouth, and ignored my nails down his back.
Maybe I should’ve let the knife slip on my throat.
Chapter 5: She screamed at me, "I want to be desired"
here u go evil children
Wandering hands woke me in the middle of the night to pitch blackness. I groggily resisted at first, thinking it was part of a dream, but the painful throb between my legs reminded me that everything around me was very, very real.
Kylo had already rolled over halfway across my back and started penetrating me from behind. My eyes widened and I took frantic breaths as he rolled his hips, groaning right in my ear. His fingers dug into my hip to keep it up at the angle he needed and they tightened when I gave a nervous shudder.
“Don’t move,” he grunted.
I clung to the bed sheets, wincing as he pushed deeper past my resisting muscles, and he gave me an absentminded kiss on the temple. It fucking hurt—I couldn’t resist jerking away again. He slapped my ass then grabbed my jaw.
“Don’t move,” Kylo hissed, threatening this time.
“It hurts,” I mumbled into my pillow.
He thrusted hard, sinking to the hilt, and I cried out in pain. Kylo panted in my hair and rolled his hips for a minute in that spot like he was stretching me out, or maybe just enjoying my little gulps for air. Either way, my complaint about being uncomfortable fell on deaf ears.
It felt a lot like being suffocated. Kylo’s huge body caged over mine and he refused to let go of my hip, driving as deep as he could with each punishing thrust. My stilted breaths were lost in my musty pillow and I thought for a minute that I might fold in on myself completely.
A dying star. Maybe that was what I felt like.
“Nice tight pussy,” Kylo grunted entirely to himself. His abdominal muscles rippled across my lower back, punctuated by wet, rhythmic slaps of skin. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Y-you,” I stammered.
He smacked my ass again, sharp and hard. “Say my fucking name, Omega.”
It came out as a question for some reason, but he just laughed breathlessly and kept pumping. His hand roughly palmed a breast, squeezing and thumbing my nipple, and he nosed around in my hair. He huffed in surprise when my walls clenched and his cock twitched inside me.
“Trying to make me come?” Kylo whispered against my scalp. He gathered as much of my ass as he could in one hand, then slapped my outer thigh. “Naughty girl.”
The intoxicating scent of him made my head spin—Alpha, powerful and dominating. I kept my mouth firmly closed to avoid tasting him on my tongue, but his presence was too overwhelming to ignore. Low pressure curled between my hip bones as Kylo got on his knees behind me.
He grasped my hips, yanking me up along his length, and sank into a steady rhythm without saying much else. He’d grunt every once in a while in the cold silence, but the only other sound was the lewd, wet joining of our bodies. I closed my eyes and let the Alpha take control like he was meant to.
Kylo’s thrusts quickened jerkily as sunlight poured into the room. He arched across my back, hot breath on the back of my head, and his hips rolled and snapped twice more. I swallowed hard and waited for him to pulse and finish, but just felt more pressure than before. My toes curled.
“Gonna breed you,” he said gruffly. Kylo pushed on the side of my head with one big hand, and his thrusts slowed to slight teasing strokes. He breathed raggedly through his teeth. “Tie you up on my—fucking knot—”
Then I realized what was happening as the pressure abruptly filled me up near my entrance. I scrambled to escape even as the knot locked me to Kylo. He snarled as he emptied inside me, cock throbbing, spitting cum deep—I could feel his knot tense with each swell of it.
I wailed, squirming my head under his palm, faint with fear. He let up and gave another sharp thrust as he rumbled a pleased sigh. The Omega in me shivered with equal pleasure. Big fat knot.
It wasn’t going anywhere—not for at least fifteen minutes. We’d be bound together until the knot shrank and Kylo would slip out of me with a torrent of cum. I’d be used. Spent.
He wrapped a big arm under my stomach and turned on his side, settling me in with him under the covers. My lower lip trembled but I held back tears as he slung a lazy arm over my ribs and yawned into my hair. The other arm crooked under my head, bending back to brush my hair from my neck. I flinched away from him mouthing at my gland but he grunted and shifted closer.
Kylo’s hand flattened across my stomach, pressing and rolling like he was trying to feel his cock inside me, then continued on between my legs. He gathered some cum that managed to leak around the knot and lubed up his middle finger. I cried softly as he teased around my clit.
He clicked his tongue, placing tender kisses on my throat. “Don’t give me those crocodile tears, little one. You’re still getting fucked.”
The knot chose that exact moment to throb with another unnecessary load of cum, and Kylo broke a sharp breath on my jaw. He rubbed insistently, suppressing my squirming legs with his elbow. I resolved to keep my mouth shut. Speaking up made him worse, and he probably enjoyed listening to me whimper and beg.
“We could always lie here in sullen silence instead,” he mumbled near my collarbone. “I’m flexible—you already served your purpose.”
I didn’t reply. Kylo sighed and his hand skated up my body, lightly tracing my skin and ribs, until he cupped a breast. He yawned again.
Knocking disturbed the moment of quiet.
A small woman peered inside the room, slowly edging a cart past the door jamb. She was old and had her wispy gray hair tucked in a red bandana. Her huge glasses settled on me and she quickly averted her eyes to the floor.
Kylo growled, leaning over half across my back protectively. He tugged the sheet over my head to hide me, as if the woman couldn’t see my trembling body under his. I swallowed hard, eyes wide under the stuffy red sheet.
“We’re a bit busy, Maz,” he snapped. “Leave it by the bed. Keep your eyes down.”
Kylo kept his glare on Maz—I could feel it—and his huge body tensed around mine. A cart rattled across the floor and the smell of eggs and bacon almost made me groan. A low growl rumbled in his chest until the bedroom door creaked.
“Tell the others to stay away.” He reached out for something. “I’ll treat any visitors as a threat.”
The door clicked shut.
Kylo wrapped his arm around my stomach and turned a bit, then we were suddenly sitting up. I blinked in surprise, teetering in his lap, and flinched as he twitched inside me. He pulled the blanket over us and I shifted, trying to adjust to the weird new angle.
A tray of food beside us distracted me from my discomfort. Bacon, eggs, home fries, bagels, and fruit—my mouth watered, and I hardly noticed Kylo groaning on my shoulder as he throbbed and spilled inside me again. I reached out for bacon first, but he slapped my hand down and pinned it to my thigh until he stopped pulsing.
He grunted, spearing eggs on a steel fork. “Eggs first. No bacon.”
I wanted fucking bacon. Petulant, I turned my face away when he offered the food, and Kylo grabbed my jaw and pried it open. He shoved the first forkful on my tongue and went back for another. I chewed with a scowl.
“Have you gone mute?” he drawled. “You were very vocal about stabbing me last night.”
I didn’t reply.
Kylo continued feeding me without another word. He ate as well when I was finished, and I found myself leaning sleepily on his chest, dozing off with a full stomach. The arm around me shifted, then he dipped his hand between my legs again.
A long whine warbled from my lips and I pawed at his wrist with both hands; kitten swipes at a tiger. It felt good, like warmth and tingling, but I was determined to defeat my own biology. Kylo casually continued eating behind me while gently stroking along my slit to where he was still buried inside me.
“No need to be an obstinate bitch,” he said. “I’m well aware of how unhappy you are being here. But you’re not going anywhere, so you might as well enjoy captivity.”
So he set to trying to make me come. I resisted at first, because it was the right thing to do, but soon grabbed his hand and rolled my hips into his fingertips. Kylo abandoned the tray to kiss my neck instead, tugging my gland through his teeth, sucking in rhythmic, gentle ministrations.
It was hard to resist the urge to climax with an Alpha male knotted inside me and mouthing at my gland. I arched against his chest and he pinned me to him by my throat, refusing to let up when I whimpered. The knot tugged whenever I canted my hips and it made Kylo swear under his breath. We shifted together in the bed, rattling the tray.
I bit down on my lip as my climax peaked, but he was well aware of what was happening. He swore and grabbed my hips in both hands and I kept biting myself until I drew blood. It felt fucking good, like an answer to all my heats spent wailing and shrieking for an Alpha. My body clenched and rippled around his and I did moan, much louder than I wanted to.
The knot faded a minute or two after. Kylo leaned forward to put me on all fours before he pulled out, but a ridiculous amount of cum still spilled from me. He slapped my ass as he got out of bed. I shuddered, face buried in the comforter. My cunt ached from the loss of him.
“I think we’ll stay here today.” He stretched his long arms toward the ceiling and yawned. “Work out the last of my rut—or whatever this is. Alphas aren’t meant to be in close quarters like this.”
They really weren’t. Amilyn said it made them even more aggressive, especially with no Omegas to balance things out. They fought constantly and always needed an outlet for their natural urge to dominate, which unfortunately fell on some Betas. But there was strength in numbers and Kylo was a powerful leader, so they stuck together.
I hesitantly sat up, grimacing from the pain and the sensation of cum pouring out of me. Good. I hoped it ruined his stupid fucking bedspread.
He scooped me up in the next moment and threw me over his shoulder. I squeaked in surprise, scrambling my fingers on his bare back as he walked into the bathroom.
Kylo set me on my feet in one swift motion, throwing me around like a rag doll. I squealed when the shower started, dumping cold water on my head, but he wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me to his chest. He craned his head under the stream and scrubbed his scalp.
“It’s like fucking a chew toy,” Kylo mused. He pinched my butt and I squeaked again, drawing a laugh from him.
“Cut it out!” I snapped.
He gasped as he reached for the shower wand. “She speaks! How are you today, little one?”
I shrugged, lapsing back into silence.
Kylo washed both of us with the wand until I was admittedly feeling a bit better. He dried me off first and dressed me in a huge gray T-shirt that draped down to my knees. I folded my arms and shivered while he stepped into sweatpants.
Back in the bedroom, he peeled the sheets and replaced them. I glanced at the door once or twice, debating if it was worth attempting another escape. He’d catch me in ten seconds flat and it’d just piss him off. Plus, I didn’t want to wear the awful collar again.
Kylo approached when he was done. He smiled as he pushed down on my shoulder, forcing me to my knees, and slipped his cock free of his sweatpants. I jerked back but he tangled his fingers in my hair to keep me in place.
“If you’re not going to speak,” he murmured, “I’ll find other uses for your pretty mouth. Open up.”
I stared at his stiffening cock with abject terror and shook my head as fast as I could. He sighed, tracing the weeping head of it across my lips, cooing to me to open my mouth.
“I’ll—I’ll talk!” I stammered. I flinched away from him, fighting back tears for the hundredth time. “I don’t know what to say—I’m afraid I’ll say the wrong thing—”
Kylo lingered for another moment, then slowly released my hair. He tucked himself back in his pants and heaved a sigh.
“Let’s rest,” he said. “If I come again it’s going to hurt like a bitch.”
I blurted ‘yes, sir’ in the weirdest voice possible and followed him to the bed. I couldn’t keep living like this—I had to figure something out. Maybe the Maz woman could help me…
Chapter 6: I said, "Easy girl,
Sleeping beside Kylo felt like waiting for a bomb to go off. Every small shift beside me or subtle breath against my scalp made my spine prickle nervously. When would he wake up and explode again?
Someone knocked on the door after I’d been lying there for at least an hour trying not to breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut as I caught a glimpse of Hux edging into the room with his hands behind his back. He cleared his throat.
Kylo idly rolled his rough thumb around my nipple. “I hope whatever news you have is worth risking your life, Hux.”
“Sir, Dameron has returned from scouting another outpost. He’s brought a defector.”
“And?” Kylo prompted, irritated.
“Wouldn’t you like to deal with him?”
My heart pattered like a skittish bunny as Kylo heaved a sigh behind me, broad chest rising with a hollow sound. He nuzzled in my hair, inhaling and humming, and it drew out into pleased rumbling purrs. My lower lip quivered.
“I trust you know how to fire a gun, General?” Kylo asked, punctuating the title with heavy sarcasm. “Or did you disturb me for some other reason?”
Hux tapped his boot. “Yes, but—”
Kylo suddenly sat up and I tightened into a ball instinctively. The sheets fluttered around us as the retching gasp of choking cut off the last of Hux’s words. I peered from under the covers.
Kylo had an arm extended over me, long fingers curled in a cruel, menacing claw, aimed toward Hux. The latter had his skinny hands clinging his throat, pale face rapidly turning purple, and hovered a few inches off the floor. I blinked in shock and glanced at Kylo’s expression over my shoulder: calm like always, but giving away hints of rage. His left eye twitched, jaw muscles working from side to side. The extended arm quivered.
“Then why,” Kylo hissed, “have you ignored my express order to piss off, and come here just to ask me to dispatch a nameless traitor?” The fingers tightened. “Were you hoping to catch me unawares?”
Hux shook his head, twitching desperately, and I shrieked as Kylo threw him into the wall. I covered the back of my head and laid flat, face buried in the pillows. How… what?!
He snapped another order and Hux scrambled out of the bedroom. The door slammed shut.
Kylo chuffed, grumbling like a grizzly bear, and settled under the covers with me again. He pawed at my hands to unwind them from the back of my head, but I clung fast and refused to move. I was rolled over in a ball to face him, eyes squeezed shut. I had no idea what he’d just done, but I didn’t want him doing it to me.
He pushed me side to side. “You look like a dead spider.”
“…Sorry?” I ventured.
Kylo silently dragged me underneath him, clearly intending on fucking me again, but I managed to squirm away. He watched with vague curiosity as I rolled across the bed and fell in a graceless pile on the hard floor.
I scrambled away, brandishing a pillow over my head, kneeling on the ground. He cocked his head. I felt a bit like a mouse being observed by a cat. It knew it could kill me, but figured it’d get a bit of entertainment first.
“Don’t—use that voodoo stuff on me!” I warned.
Kylo raised an eyebrow. “Voodoo?”
I nodded emphatically and hoped I didn’t look as terrified as I felt. He smiled, lips twisting like he wanted to laugh, and made a lazy motion with his wrist.
The pillow ripped away from my hands and flew across the room. I blinked once before it circled back and smacked me in the back of the head.
I spluttered in shock and tried getting to my feet, but a strange sensation overcame me, like liquid electricity up my legs. It locked me to the floor. I couldn’t move a muscle at all—until I felt something else flicker to life in the back of my head, like a spark in a rainstorm.
Kylo didn’t notice. He rested his chin in his palm, one hand frozen in motion toward me, and yawned.
“It isn’t voodoo,” he said, “but it does have its uses. Though—I don’t need it to restrain you.”
Whatever it was pushed back against him and the tingling in my limbs disappeared, but then it just kept pushing further.
I blinked owlishly as Kylo’s calm demeanor showed a crack. He ground his jaw, brow furrowed, and tried to force the weird electrical voodoo thing across my body again. It flickered and buzzed, then rebounded.
The invisible force threw him clear off the bed. Kylo rolled into some piece of furniture and I took the golden opportunity to get the fuck out of there.
This time I didn’t bother with shoes or anything like that. Weird energy thrummed in my veins, urging me down the circular stairwell in my white nightgown toward the sweet freedom awaiting me outside. I panted in terror. I had no fucking clue what was happening, but I’d take the chance to escape. I’d take any chance.
A random man surprised me in one of the dark hallways and I shrieked in surprise. The heat in my veins lashed out toward him and blew him down the hallway into the far wall. I hesitated, trembling and staring at my hands. What the fuck?!
But the strange energy faded as suddenly as it had appeared. I waved my hands to make it come back. Come on, voodoo—come on!
“How did you do that?”
I spun around and found Kylo looming a few feet away, dressed in his sweatpants with the collar dangling from his fingers. He scowled and reached toward me and the power surged and rebounded right back, knocking him off his feet.
“How did you do it?!” I retorted.
He tried to get up and I knocked him over again. Kylo snarled from the floor, collar jangling in his hand, dark eyes riveted on me. I backpedaled down the hall and stumbled over my own two feet before I turned tail and ran again.
Get away get away get away—
The Alpha voice came this time and my instincts pulled me in the wrong direction. I staggered to a half, dripping sweat and trembling, and tried to force my legs to cooperate. But Kylo called my name again in the same tone and I felt physically sick at the thought of ignoring him.
Tremors wracked my whole body. I kept my eyes wide as he approached, resisting the urge to walk towards him but unable to move forward.
Kylo circled to my front, eyes unreadable. He locked the collar around my throat and seized my jaw so our gazes met.
“I’ll ask you again,” he said coldly. “How did you do that?”
“I don’t know!” I hissed. “I’ve never done anything like that before! After you did it to me, it bounced back. Let go or I’ll do it again!”
We glared at each other, both too stubborn to give in, then Kylo snatched me around the waist. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of feathers and ignored me pounding on his back. I raked my nails down his pale skin, desperate, but he blew me off. We stepped over the unconscious man I threw.
Kylo carried me back up the spiral staircase to the tower I’d just escaped from. He dropped me on the bed, seizing my ankle when I tried to squirm away, and opened the nightstand drawer.
“Let go!” I snapped, pushing on his wrist with my other foot.
I clawed toward the other side of the bed and happened to glance over my shoulder. Kylo brandished a small needle in his huge fingers and I caught the letters on the barrel: XV-10. It was used to trigger early heat cycles.
A surge of adrenaline gave me the strength to kick away from him. The strange power hummed in my veins as he lashed out at me with it, but rebounded like it did all the other times he tried. Kylo dragged me to the floor with him and we landed in a tangle of limbs.
I screamed and thrashed, watching the needle with wide eyes as I wrestled for control. We kept pushing back on each other and the rebound met in a simmering stalemate that neither of us could overpower. I slapped Kylo across the face and flipped on my stomach to crawl away, but he pinned me by my neck.
The needle pricked my upper arm. I wailed, more furious than sad, and scrambled away when Kylo leaned back. He watched me from a few feet away on his knees.
“Fuck you!” I spat, too pissed to care about ingratiating myself to him.
Then he rose, towering over me, and followed my skittering across the cold floor.
“I’ve never met someone outside my family who could use that power.” He tilted his head. “So we’re going to make this arrangement permanent.”
I kept going, edging into a part of the room I hadn’t seen before. My hands groped on thin air and I fell on my back as I tumbled over a short ledge onto soft beige carpet.
This room had shelves of blankets and pillows and other soft things in all different colors. It wasn’t very big—it felt kind of cramped—and the lights weren’t on, casting shadows across the small space. Kylo quietly pulled shut two doors hidden in the wall and we were cut off from the rest of the bedroom.
He flicked a switch and warm, low light bathed the room. I swallowed hard and looked around for another way out.
“You’ll be safe here,” Kylo murmured. He gestured toward the wall of blankets. “You can use these to make your nest.”
Nest? What the hell was that? I glared up at him, waiting for an attack, but he calmly sank to the floor and sat by the door. He was waiting for the drug to kick in and force my heat to start. Is no idea why, since he already overpowered me twice before.
But Kylo’s scent mingled in the air, thick and heavy, and I felt the first prickling of my heat in my lower abdomen. My lips parted to draw the heady mix of pheromones across the roof of my mouth and I shivered with pleasure. Alpha.
I tried to distract myself. I crawled to a corner and curled up in a ball, trembling, willing my body to resist the drug. But Kylo’s scent grew more potent as time passed and soon my thoughts became hard to control. They drifted off into fantasies of mating and babies, things I didn’t normally consider during heat. Usually I just wanted someone to fuck me silly.
He watched me through the soft light, silent. I wouldn’t beg him to fuck me—I’d find a way to ignore the screaming need humming under my skin; fight back against the things etched in my genetics. Somehow, begging and giving in would be even worse than him holding me down.
An odd urge tugged the back of my mind. I shifted in the corner, frowning. I wanted something… soft.
Kylo broke into a wide smile. “You’ve never felt this instinct, have you?”
The tugging turned frantic. I winced, clutching my head in both hands as my mind spun off into chanting the same word over and over:
nest nest nest nest nest
I wedged into the corner, terrified by the insistence of the urge, and shook my head. A chill shivered up my spine as I broke out in a cold sweat. This wasn’t normal—this wasn’t how heat usually happened.
The telltale curl of warmth settled in my gut, pulsing and tight. My ears rang as it throbbed in my head, overpowering my common sense like it always did, but shadowed by a need to find soft things and swaddle myself in them. Every time I tasted Kylo’s scent, the need intensified, hissing about pups and warmth and safety.
“What’s wrong, little one?”
I peered through my fingers and saw Kylo crouched a foot away from me. He smiled, rubbing a gray blanket along the underside of his jaw. My mouth watered.
“I don’t know what’s happening,” I admitted, staring at the blanket.
“No?” He offered it to me and my heart pattered. “I’ll help you.”
I snatched the blanket in the blink of an eye. Pleasure flushed through me as I pushed the soft cotton on my face, inhaling the scent of Kylo. Oh… god. I squirmed in the corner and wrapped my arms around the blanket.
He brought me more blankets and pillows, and something animalistic took over. I ripped open a couple pillows to get to the down feathers inside, and padded the corner with feathers and blankets. Kylo watched from afar, not unsettled like I was, and I couldn’t stop myself.
Frenzied, I ripped down as many blankets as I could from the wall until I felt Kylo looming behind me. He slipped a long arm around my waist and nosed in my hair, sighing.
“Poor little Omega.” An arm reached up for another red blanket. “You’re so busy making a nice little nest.”
I shuddered. “I—I don’t know why.”
“For our pups, little one,” Kylo cooed in my ear. “It’s only natural. You want them warm and safe, hm?” His breath ghosted across my ear. “I can give you strong, healthy pups.”
I gathered my new blankets and wriggled away from him to carry on. He smirked while he watched me rearranging and moving things how I wanted them, obeying some nagging voice in my head. My hands trembled as I worked. I couldn’t stop. It had to be perfect—it had to be right.
The nest slowly came together in tandem with the growing pressure between my hip bones. I tried to ignore the latter, desperately adjusting the pillows and blankets to keep my need for Kylo at bay, but it steadily hummed to a scream in my veins.
I whimpered and crawled to the further corner of my nest, curling up under a blanket with one of the pillows I didn’t tear open. It smelled nice, like home and safety…
Kylo crouched beside me, forearms on his thighs. “I’ll let you adjust for a bit.” His head tilted and he smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be wailing for me soon enough.”
I shrank under the blanket up to my eyes. Kylo rose and stalked from the room without a second glance back at me.
I shuddered, wracked with chills. I didn’t need him. I’d—I’d be fine.
Chapter 7: I know it hurts."
no fuckin joke i wrote 3/4 of this in 1 hour so forgive me if it blows
The heat didn’t feel right.
Chills shivered through me, drawing my body from hot to cold and back again—nothing like the usual monthly visits. I gathered my pillows and fixed up my nest. My brain commanded it. Make it nice. Make it nice.
This was a fever. I shuddered miserably while I worked, pacing the room with my arms folded across my chest. Don’t give in. I couldn’t give in to him. He wanted me to grovel and beg for his help and I wasn’t going to fucking do it. I’d die from the fever before I gave in.
Delirium set in soon after, warping the room. I carried on arranging the nest and biting my lip until it bled to hold in wails. I’d make this as difficult for Kylo as I possibly could.
But it hurt. Cramps brought me to my knees as my body betrayed me, producing enough slick to soak through a damn mattress. I refused to let it out, screaming in pain, curled up in the nest under a blanket. I could smell Kylo. Everything reeked of him.
I had to get away.
Sobbing, I staggered to my feet and swayed toward the door. My vision swam. Help me… Finn? Amilyn? Someone help me…
Wet warmth drizzled down my thighs, leaving behind a sticky trail thick with my pheromones. The smell of Kylo brought on more slick than usual and I had no water to replenish the fluid loss. I pawed open the door and prayed he’d gone somewhere else—anywhere.
“And where do you think you’re going, little one?”
His shadow eclipsed me, dark eyes alight with the same hunger from the first night he attacked me. Kylo raised his eyebrows imploringly and his expression melted to a pitying pout when I broke into sobs. He glanced at the slick sticking to my quivering thighs and I wished I could disappear.
“You can’t leave,” he cooed. “It’s not safe.” His fingertip trailed along my inner thigh, gathering slick, and he licked the glistening fluid off.
“I want to go home…” I wobbled, fighting to ignore the urge to lean into his chest.
Kylo took a step forward and I teetered back into the small room. He nosed around my hair, one long arm curled around my waist, and pulled the door shut with his free hand.
“You’re already home.” The tip of his nose wandered lower, under my jaw to the throbbing gland. “Silly girl.”
He guided me back to my nest and murmured compliments in my ear about how nice it looked. The Omega in me preened, proud to satisfy an Alpha, but it made my stomach turn. I hated him. I didn’t want to feel this way.
I cried as I stared at the mound of pillows and blankets with Kylo’s hands on my shoulders. He mumbled against my neck and idly reached down for the hem of my shirt, but I stumbled out of his grasp. I tripped and fell in the pile, drawing a gravelly laugh from him.
burrow burrow burrow burrow burrow
My brain kicked back into overdrive, urging me to construct a small den of blankets, but I clutched my head and screamed instead. Get out of my head!
Kylo ripped my hands away from my head, holding my wrists apart. I shuddered. His dark eyes felt like they’d swallow me whole. If I didn’t look away, I’d tumble in and never climb out again.
He smiled as he studied my face. “Remember what I told you before? You were born to obey me—so stop making such a fuss.”
I jerked free of his grasp, which was only because he let me do so. Kylo cupped my jaw and yanked me to my knees. His long fingers kept a tight grip even as I whimpered and resisted at the sight of his cock.
My mind shivered with pleasure as he guided me closer. big fat cock—
“Shh…” Kylo rubbed my jaw with his thumb. “Open your mouth for me. You’ll like the taste.”
No matter how much I twisted and whimpered, he refused to let go. He idly stroked his cock and gently brushed the weeping head of it across my lips. I huffed in fear and my tongue darted out to taste the sticky residue.
I slackened. My tongue roamed further, grazing the warm head of Kylo’s cock, and he cooed his approval. It tasted good. A pleasant haze settled over my mind as I licked along his length. Salt.
He released my jaw and brushed my hair back from my face, smiling down at me. I felt another sick sense of satisfaction knowing I was impressing him. Fuck him. He was a fucking asshole. I’d kill him when I got the chance.
Kylo peeled off his shirt and stripped out of his pants and I forgot what I was mad about. He guided me into the furthest corner of the nest, where it was dark and warm and no one could see us. I watched him lean into a pile of pillows.
He cupped my jaw, leading me back to his cock. I followed all too willingly.
“My little Rey has made such a lovely nest,” Kylo murmured. “So soft and warm. Open up for me. I want to feel that sweet mouth.”
My mind came back to me for a split second and I jerked away, but he held fast. I tasted another sticky bead of precum and whined as I licked my lips, parting them to let him in. It tasted so good. I’d never been high or drunk, but I imagined this was what it felt like.
Kylo groaned, chest rumbling. “Very good. Very good.”
Thankfully he moved slow. He ended up changing positions so I was lying in the pillows with him looming over me, one arm braced on the wall and the other petting me. I sucked his cock in a daze, eyes hooded, saliva spilling down my chin. My brain shut off.
Sometimes he’d push back too far and I’d gag a little, but he’d whisper and keep going. The slick pooled between my thighs, soaking into the nest and filling the small space with pheromones that just made me crazier. I whined and pawed at Kylo’s thighs.
He leaned his forehead on the wall, dark eyes hungry. “Look at you mewling for me.” His long fingers cupped my jaw again, smearing saliva. “Right where you belong.”
“Please—” Tears pricked in my eyes. “Pl—”
“What? You want me to knot you, little Omega?” Kylo slipped free of my mouth, roughly jerking my chin to make me look at him. “Mm… I think you do. Nice big pupils.” He smiled. “Beg me.”
So I did. I whined and wheedled and pleaded in the softest voice I could muster. The ache inside me had grown painful and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed him—just for now.
Kylo turned me on my stomach. I arched my lower back, assuming the instinctual position, and he growled. He slapped my ass and leaned across my back, hands hooked on my hips.
“Right where you belong,” he whispered in my ear. I wailed as he pressed inside me, answering years of agonizing heats. “Begging me on your hands and knees.”
He paused halfway in and pinned down my wrists until he was satisfied with how loudly I yowled for more. It was all to put me in my place for ever refusing him at all. I knew that much, at least, but it didn’t change the fact that I needed it more than anything. More than air.
Kylo groaned gutturally as he bottomed out inside me. He took hold of one hip and set a punishing pace that filled the room with wet slapping sounds. I zoned out in my pillows, mouth open. This was good. This was what I needed.
I’d grown tighter than normal—I could tell by the way my body clenched around Kylo each time he drew back to thrust. He swore and just fucked me harder, punctuating small gasps from my lips whenever he sank up to the hilt. I squirmed and pushed into him.
“I don’t think I should let you come,” he snapped. “You’ve been a very difficult bitch.”
Neither of us had much of a choice. I bit my pillow and screamed into it, both from pleasure and anguish, as my body betrayed both of us. Kylo tried to draw back but my cunt spasmed and clenched down while I came hard.
It dragged him over the edge with me. Kylo kept swearing and grunted into my hair as his climax began with a twitch, then he wrenched my head to expose my neck. I squealed and thrashed but it was no use.
Teeth scraped skin. He bit down.
The bond took hold in seconds, threading us together like an invisible rope near the heart. Kylo kept pumping through his orgasm as our minds and emotions forcibly knitted together, and all of a sudden, I could feel far too much.
I cried. The first load of cum finished spurting inside me and the knot swelled and locked us together. Kylo huffed and layered kisses along my head. My crying turned into screaming.
“Fuck, Rey.” He rolled over on his side, gathering blankets to cover us. “Shh, shh. Hush. It’s done.”
But I refused to stop. I could feel how pleased he was with what he’d done to me and how little he cared about my terror. He thought this was how it should be—an Alpha dominating and taking whatever he wanted from a small Omega. This was normal to him.
Kylo growled, now drowsy and eager to sleep. He held me close to his chest and presently I felt the soft vibrations of him purring.
“NO!” I shrieked. “N-NO!”
It had the intended effect. Omega brain was at the controls in the end, and purring from an Alpha forced her to relax. Quivering, I quieted in my new mate’s arms and relaxed. He shifted closer to lick up blood oozing from my fresh mating mark. We only needed one.
“Don’t be afraid,” Kylo whispered. “I’ll take good care of you.”
Everything smelled like us. His scent tainted my nest; the safe place I worked so hard to make. But my feelings of utter hatred dampened under the influence of our new mating bond, and I couldn’t bring myself to truly hate him.
He kept purring, sated and sleepy. The knot pulsed and Kylo moaned as he throbbed and spilled more cum inside me. Lazy fingers drifted to my clit, rubbing a small circle. I squirmed.
“Still so nervous.” He nuzzled my temple. “Come for me, little one. You’ll feel better. Then we can rest for a bit before we mate again.”
“I don’t—I don’t want to.”
He found a sensitive spot and I keened, writhing under our blanket. The knot tugged.
“You will,” Kylo whispered.
Emotion flowed freely across the bond between us and I sobbed from the ferocity of his. He kept on purring contently while I climaxed again, pumping more cum from his cock. The bond felt like a jagged sickness in my chest.
But I had nowhere to run—nowhere to go. I couldn’t pry myself off the knot and he’d catch me before I got out the door.
Kylo thrummed behind me, lulling me into the same drowsiness he felt. His lips drifted to the fresh mating mark and sucked gently. At least he was trying to make me calm down—even if it was coerced by biology I couldn’t control.
Shuddering, I eased into his embrace, getting lost in the comforting purrs and tender licks along my sore gland. I had nowhere to go, except right back to Kylo Ren.
Chapter 8: So I'll give thanks
Dark warmth greeted me when I woke.
I gasped, immediately descending into fitful trembling, and my eyes widened with terror. Kylo had his arm slung around my waist, snoring into my hair. We were all wrapped up in blankets and I had sweat beading across my back. I wanted to get the fuck away from him.
The torment of heat came back and I couldn’t restrain a pained whimper. I clawed out of the blankets, crawled across the nest, and staggered to my feet. Get out get out get out…
My brain yanked back. STAY. STAY. NEST. I bit back tears and fought the shrieking instinct to return to my new mate, because my body didn’t give a shit about what I wanted. I swayed toward the door, vision swimming—maybe Maz would help me… or Phasma… or Rose…
Purring brought me to a dead stop. My legs stopped cooperating.
“Little one—come back to our nest.”
Kylo’s gruesome emotions buzzed across the bond between us like an angry hornet. He felt calm and content, and amused watching me trying to escape again. A prickle of sadistic pleasure oozed across his mind.
I hyperventilated. My legs shook so badly that my knees knocked together. He was going to wait for me to get desperate again. He enjoyed watching me beg.
Blankets rustled behind me. I stood stone still as he rose from the nest and padded across the floor to stand right at my back. He wrapped his arms around my waist, still purring as I jumped in fear. His breath tickled the aching mark.
“Shh…” Kylo traced the tip of his tongue along my jugular, drawing shivers from me. “You’re okay. I won’t hurt my sweet mate.”
“Please… I need water.”
“Mm—I think you want my knot again.”
Fingertips brushed down my stomach between my legs and I took a sharp breath. He gently parted my folds with his middle finger and dipped inside me. I was already wet and some slick drizzled down my thighs.
He cooed appreciatively. “Ah, you do.”
“N-No, I need—” I sank my nails in his forearms as he began tenderly stroking along my front wall. More slick followed. “I’m—I—”
Kylo groaned as the slick dripped on his knuckles. “Fuck—that’s my good girl.” His cock hardened on my lower back and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Come back to the nest, Rey. It’s where you’re meant to be.”
His emotions ran in one direction, the same way his blood was currently rushing. Rut interfered with his judgment beyond my worst nightmare. He’d end up accidentally killing me.
I didn’t know what the fuck to do, so I pretended to faint.
Kylo caught my weight when I went slack in his arms and panic thrust through his hazy lust. It broke his thoughts enough that he realized I wasn’t begging for water just for shits and giggles. He carried me back to the mess of blankets and settled me in before heading out of the room for my goddamn water.
Fear skittered along the bond like a nervous spider. It gave me a sick sense of satisfaction. Good. Be afraid your new toy might die.
My mate returned with water in a metal canteen. I snatched it from his hands and drank greedily, spilling some down my chin, while he stroked my hair and purred. He liked watching me slobber and gulp like an animal.
Kylo curled a tendril of my hair around his index finger. “You’ll be much more content when you’re a mother. I feel how nervous you are.” He cupped a hand under my jaw to wipe the water away. “Don’t fret. It’s the natural order of things.”
Unfortunately, my body was in heavy agreement. Kylo drew me to him by my jaw and kissed me on the lips, gentle, and desire pooled hot in my belly. I huffed against his mouth as he rolled over on top of me, pulling a blanket with him to swaddle us in darkness again. He purred, long and rhythmic vibrations in his chest.
Trembling, I angled my jaw to the side, exposing the sore mark on my throat. My mate cooed his praise and dipped his lips to the spot, sucking tenderly as his hips shifted between my sticky thighs. It forced me to relax like he’d injected me with fentanyl.
Kylo eased his way inside me. He groaned into my neck, feeling along our bond for my emotional reaction. My calves shivered around his hips, body defying mind, and I hid my face in the crook of his shoulder. I felt gross. I felt like a marionette dancing for some sick voyeur holding the strings.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Omega Rey preened. good good rey is good
The purring stopped for a moment as Kylo was overcome by a haze of pleasure. My muscles tightened with fear and I breathed faster as he took his time, moving lazily inside me. Heavy; he was heavy, and he smelled like overpowering burning pheromones, and I needed to get away. But I didn’t want to go. The dissonance made me sick to my stomach.
I pushed against his hips, whining nervously. “Please—I feel n-nauseous!”
Kylo hummed and raised his head to gaze down at me. His hooded dark eyes stayed riveted on mine as he began purring again, instantly overriding my emotion, transforming me back into a puppet. He smiled, cupping my cheek.
“Such a timid creature.” His eyes roamed lower down my neck and he adjusted his hips. A hand traveled along my thigh, pulling to angle him deeper. “I don’t mind. I know you like my purring. Do you like my cock?”
I could only nod emphatically. Kylo’s smile widened and he rested his forehead on mine.
“I know you do,” he whispered, “because you’re a good, obedient little bitch.” He kept his slow rhythm, warm breath drifting along my cheek to my ear. “And you’re never getting away from me.”
I wanted to scream and rip his throat out, but my body wouldn’t comply. Each thrust punctuated soft moans from my own throat and I curled closer to Kylo, desperate to contort myself around him. He cradled the back of my head, chest still thrumming with purrs, and pressed tender kisses along my temple.
It was worse than him shoving me down and getting it over with.
I had to stop freaking out when he fucked me, because there really wasn’t anywhere for me to run and I couldn’t stand being reduced to his fucktoy. If I had my agency maybe I could use it to manipulate him. Maybe.
Kylo’s emotions frayed again. The purring stopped and his breathing picked up with his pace. Excitement jittered along our bond.
“Isn’t this much easier when you comply?” He threaded his fingers through my hair and yanked, forcing me to arch my spine. “Lying on your back with your legs open for me, waiting for my cum. And that’s how I want you every night. I’ll be nice and gentle if you do what I say—but I’ll have you either way.”
I boiled with rage. Kylo could sense it and he fucked me harder, trying to drag it out of me. He growled when I bared my teeth and seized my jaw. I kicked my feet and grabbed his wrist with both hands.
“Fuck you!” I spat.
“Don’t bare your teeth at me.” He squeezed until I winced. “You belong to me.”
“Go shove it up your—”
Kylo wrenched my jaw to the side and latched on to my mating mark. I hardly had time to take a breath before he rolled my skin through his teeth and my muscles went slack again, tingling and relaxed. He pinned my wrists next to my head, purring to add insult to injury, still thrusting hard inside me.
But what I wanted didn’t matter. Heat swelled in my belly and I swallowed when I realized my body was once again betraying me. Kylo throbbed and the first hints of his knot forming drew strong, pleasurable contractions. I didn’t want to—I didn’t want to—
I whimpered and curled my fingers over his. He squeezed back, letting me know he was right there with me, and let off my mark to pant in my ear. Fuck… fuck… no…
“That’s my Rey.” Kylo took a sharp breath. “You’re going to come for me. I can feel it.” I shook my head and he clicked his tongue. “Yes you are, little one. You’re getting even tighter and wetter. My sweet mate.”
He stroked the base of my palms. “Mhm… yes you are. Dripping slick for me like a good girl.” His purrs deepened into rumbling growls. “Fuck. Fuck—you’re quivering all over my cock. Come for me. Don’t resist it.”
My calves wrapped over his, twining our bodies together, and I shook my head fiercely. Kylo cradled my head in both hands and cooed for me to look at him, and I had to, because whatever was written in my DNA commanded it. His dark eyes held mine and he smiled.
I came undone. Whimpering, I arched off the soft blankets as the pleasure ebbed through me, beginning with strong contractions. Kylo’s eyes rolled back and he groaned and huffed, watching my grimacing. I clung to his broad chest and wailed as my body betrayed me again, reduced to a vessel of nerves and hormones.
“Christ,” Kylo grunted. He kissed my lips and pressed his forehead to mine. “Good girl. Good girl. Come for me.”
The rhythmic pulsing triggered him to come, too. He held my head still and looked in my eyes again as the knot bloomed inside me, swelling with blood and lust, and I whimpered and stared back at him. We were climaxing together. Fuck that.
He gave a few more jerky thrusts until the knot reached full size and locked our bodies together. It felt amazing. My cunt spasmed and clenched along Kylo’s length as he spilled inside it, forcing borderline pained growls from his throat. He arched and rocked against me while I moaned and twitched underneath him.
Satisfaction trickled across the bond to my chest. He liked watching me enjoying it.
My orgasm finally tapered to an end and I struggled to catch my breath. Kylo kissed and nibbled my jaw as he rolled to his back, pulling me along, and settled me on top of him. The knot tugged a bit.
“Jesus, Rey.” He rubbed his face, one arm slung around my waist, and groaned. “Feels fucking amazing.”
Kylo pulled a blanket over us. He kissed my temple, humming for a moment before resuming his purring. It rolled through my bones, easing my anxiety, forcing me to relax with his cock buried inside my body. He nuzzled into my neck and heaved a sigh.
Sleepy and content. The Alpha was pleased and the Omega in me basked in the afterglow. I’d done what I was supposed to do.
He traced patterns along my back, ignorant to the sticky mess between my thighs. I listened to his heart beating slow and steady under my ear; embraced the sensation of his cock pulsing with another thick load of cum. Kylo groaned softly and rolled his hips.
“Gonna knock you up,” he mumbled. Fingers clenched around my butt. “You’ll be a good mother. You’ll make it.”
Then something new prickled from him, cold like ice. Grief.
My eyes popped open. I followed the emotion, curious and stunned, and found I could link to the memory. Grief… not for the dead Omega, but the unborn child lost when she died.
I pressed on, digging deeper. Kylo stiffened underneath me and growled. He’d been abandoned by his parents—he wanted a family—he was afraid of being abandoned again—afraid of being alone?
He seized my jaw and glared into my eyes. I blinked back at him in shock.
“Stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,” Kylo hissed. His jaw clenched. “Or else.”
We rolled on our sides and went to sleep. I stared at the arch of his throat for a long time in shocked silence. Intimacy hurt.
Chapter 9: That I am a liar
CONTENT WARNING: DESCRIPTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE AND STILLBIRTH (DECEASED BABIES/FETUSES)
i will warn you that this fic will discuss these topics at length in the future. i know this is a hard no for a lot of people, so i'm just warning you now.
In the middle of the night, in a heat-induced daze, I decided to go for a walk. I wasn’t sure why, but I woke up under the dark sheets with Kylo beside me, and I crawled out of them on my hands and knees. Bad idea.
He followed without speaking a word. Sticky cum had dried on my inner thighs again and I had a feeling Kylo wouldn’t let me clean it off. Thankfully the heat was tapering to an end—I’d gotten through the worst of it—but he would squeeze out every ounce of me.
Curiosity buzzed along our bond. I crawled to the door before Kylo casually mounted me from behind in the darkness, bearing down his weight between my shoulder blades. My hips arched into his and he nuzzled my temple. Purrs rumbled in his chest, pleasure flickering in his mind.
He dipped a hand between my legs. “Going somewhere?”
The door opened in the bedroom. Kylo stiffened behind me, snarling, and rose to his feet. His shirt and sweatpants flew to him and he slipped them on before leaving me behind in the heat room.
Anger raged across our bond.
“What do you want, Hux?” Kylo snapped.
“Sir—we’ve collected the prisoner. Finn Johnson.”
Finn? I raised my head and whimpered. They caught Finn? I had to help him…
Kylo huffed. “Very well. Bring him to the dungeon. I’ll decide his punishment later.”
“No,” I rasped. I reached up but couldn’t grab the door handle. “No… please…”
The strange power flickered to life without warning, twisting the door handle for me. Then it vanished, drawn back to whatever place it came from, and I was too worried about Finn to care. I nudged the door open with my shoulder.
Hux and Kylo continued talking. I staggered to my feet, mumbling to myself, and swayed in their direction. I wouldn’t let them hurt Finn. Ever.
Hux caught sight of me first. He raised an eyebrow as Kylo turned and smiled. Smug satisfaction radiated across our bond. He was proud of himself; pleased with how I looked.
I swallowed. “Please don’t hurt Finn.”
Kylo cocked his head, smile widening. Hux averted his eyes for a moment until he decided it was safer to turn around. I didn’t have a slip of clothing on. Naked, in more ways than one.
My mate sauntered closer with his hands in his pockets. “Why shouldn’t I?”
“Because I’m begging you not to.”
“Begging?” he echoed. “This isn’t begging, little one. I can make you beg if I want to.” He circled me once, heaving a sigh. “Though I suppose I owe you a wedding gift… This one is a bit pricey.”
I watched him round back in front of me with a smarmy smirk on his mouth and realized that no amount of begging would ever change his mind. He was used to people begging him—for their lives, or their lovers’ lives, or their kids’ lives. Pleading with Kylo to spare one more life would never work. He didn’t care.
Fuming, I clenched my hands into fists and fixated him with a cold glare. He raised his eyebrows, amused, but interested. Anything was better than casual indifference.
“I insist,” I said coldly.
Hux peered over his shoulder to catch Kylo’s reaction. I didn’t flinch, keeping my eyes trained on Kylo’s, and Hux glanced between the two of us. He’d never take me seriously if I begged and rolled over and did what he wanted, but he’d keep testing me.
Kylo shrugged. “Very well. But he stays in the dungeon.”
Relief flooded me and I knew it washed right across our bond. He gave me an eerie knowing smile before turning and barking at Hux to get lost. Okay. Finn was safe.
And the power had surfaced in me again, this time without Kylo using it on me first. That was something I had to explore in private. I’d wait until I knew how to use it before trying anything with it. It wouldn’t help if I couldn’t control it.
We went to take a bath. He didn’t spray me with the shower head like before and joined me in the soapy hot water instead. My heat had almost waned off and I was back to being one-hundred percent uninterested in fucking him. Not that he cared.
Kylo quietly washed me. I drooped forward so I didn’t have to lean against his chest, stubborn even though the bathroom was kind of cold, but he didn’t comment. He cleaned my thighs and back and armpits with a surprisingly gentle hand—I might’ve dozed off if I wasn’t scared out of my wits.
“Still so tense,” he noted in a gravelly tone.
His hands were on my back. Thumbs circled inward, massaging my wet skin. I shrugged and shivered.
“You’ve been torturing me for days,” I rasped. “Forgive me for being a little uneasy.”
“Torture is such a harsh word. I did make you come multiple times—didn’t that make for a more pleasant experience?” He traced the tip of his nose along my jugular. “Your heat is almost over, though. Then you’ll have a week for respite and we’ll try again and again until I make you a mother.”
“That lady told you I’m too sick.”
The same chill of grief whispered in his mind. He lifted one of my arms to wash and pretended to ignore it, but I could feel how raw the wound still was. I didn’t pry. It would be rude to pick things out of his brain that he didn’t want me seeing.
Then again… he did kidnap and rape me.
I tried to follow the emotion up into Kylo’s mind again. It threaded to a thought like the one a few hours earlier—vague, but definitely there. He kept washing my arm and didn’t notice me intruding.
He’d lost more than one baby, though I couldn’t discern the exact number. It was enough to make him desperate; desperate enough to gamble with my life to have one live. My heart pounded as I glimpsed memories of burying tiny stillborns, some almost big enough to survive outside the womb, all curled into tight little balls. They could’ve been sleeping.
Blankets—he’d get blankets to swaddle them in. He’d wash them, too. I could feel the sticky blood on my hands, and the emotion dragged me deeper into Kylo’s mind, through mind-numbing pain and grief, to scrubbing his hands until they bled. I’d weave in to the memories like a thread of light; a soft, warm glow in the darkness.
Guilt boiled deeper, pushed down by necessity. But he felt guilty, even if it was tainted by sadistic Alpha pleasure drawn from domination and subjugation, and something else I couldn’t quite reach that gave off such an awful sickly cold—
I jerked forward with a gasp, spilling water on the floor. My chest grew too tight; I couldn’t breathe, and my eyes burned with tears. Holy shit—what the fuck?!
Kylo growled. “Were you poking around again, little one?”
“No!” I blurted. I shook my head, gulping for air. “I—some heat thing. I don’t know.”
He didn’t seem convinced, but didn’t push the issue. Thank god.
Still, the awful memories stuck in my brain. I wished I’d never looked. I couldn’t look him in the eyes now. I drank water he offered me and stared at the floor. He should be easier to hate.
We didn’t go back to the heat room. Kylo led me to his bed instead, obviously intending on taking full advantage of things, and tried pushing me down on my stomach. My belly lurched at the prospect of him condescending to me again the entire time we had sex, and I twisted my hips so I was on my back.
He laughed. “Turn over.”
I tried to make him turn on his back, but he laughed again and forced me on my stomach.
The attempt did something to Kylo, though. He felt surprised and curious, and planting that small seed of intrigue made it much easier to tolerate him fucking me.
Chapter 10: Cause I got a feeling
“Let me see Finn.”
The time to strike came after Kylo was through fucking me. He rose from the bed, stretching until his arms and hips cracked, and ignored me completely. I sat up with the sheets wound around my naked body and hoped I sounded intent enough to force him to reply.
Kylo tilted his head as he rummaged through a dresser drawer. He didn’t look at me.
“So soon, little one? He’s probably a gory mess.”
“I don’t care. I want to see him.”
My mate peered over his shoulder and smiled. I didn’t. I glared back, struggling to maintain my composure. That seemed the right way to get under Kylo’s skin.
He shrugged. “Very well. If you insist.”
I slipped out of bed and Kylo approached with a green dress that draped down to the floor. He helped me into it, sleeves draping down past my elbows, and fretted over my hair.
I flinched away from his hands. “I’m going to trip over this thing.”
“Mm. Keeps you from running away from me.” He smiled and kept working on my hair. “I’ll allow a few minutes with your friend, then you’ll come to the main hall with me. I’ve things to do.”
Kylo raised his eyebrows. “That’s it? No snarling from my kitten? I’m surprised.”
I shrugged, struggling to conceal my anger. “There’s no point.”
Pleasure emanated from him, warm and tingly. He nodded in agreement but didn’t speak.
When he was satisfied with my hair, Kylo licked his thumb and rubbed the corner of my cheek. I grunted in distaste and tried to jerk away. He grabbed my upper arm like a snake snapping at a fleeing mouse and dragged me right back.
He grasped the crux of my neck and shoulder, pressing his thumb to the mark and rubbing in rough circles. I hissed and he seized me around the waist. We pushed together; hips to stomach. My arms went weak on his chest as the tingling from the mark spread and subjugated me.
Kylo clenched his jaw and tried to pretend he wasn’t jealous—but I could feel it. He was annoyed: he figured I didn’t mind Finn touching me. I laughed.
“What’s wrong?” I taunted. “Don’t like competition?”
“I don’t like other men playing with my things.”
I wanted to make another snarky comment, but bit my lower lip and shut up instead. The wave of jealousy passed and Kylo shoved me on the bed to wait while he dressed. It was just as well—my limbs prickled and I didn’t think I could walk.
He yanked me to my feet when he was ready, again in dark colors and boots, and motioned to a pair of slippers for me. I looked up at him, incredulous. He raised his eyebrows, clueless.
“Do these look practical for shuffling around an old castle?” I asked, mirroring his expression.
“You won’t be doing much shuffling, little one: mostly from my lap to our bed to your baths. You’ll do even less moving once you’re pregnant.”
“Why don’t you just chop my legs off and carry me around in a sling?”
Kylo blinked, then burst out laughing. Warmth ebbed along our bond and I smiled despite how much I fucking hated him—and I couldn’t control it. My eye twitched.
He patted my back as I stepped into the slippers. “It would save me some trouble, but I do enjoy feeling you squirm while I fuck you.” His hand slipped lower, tracing down my spine to my ass, and he kissed my temple. “Kicking your skinny little legs, like it makes a difference.”
I gritted my teeth. Fuck you.
We finally left the bedroom and headed downstairs. Kylo led me by my hand through the dark corridors, long fingers knitted through mine. He opened a couple doors along the way and would guide me after he’d checked the coast was clear.
The reek of Alpha male hung thick in the air everywhere we walked. It made me nauseous and nervous and Omega brain pushed me closer to Kylo. He wasn’t affected by it. He felt calm and composed without a care in the world, just the icy stain of grief under his skin.
We went down to the dungeon where Finn was being held. Kylo scooped me up at the heavy steel door before we entered and I could see why.
The floor shimmered with puddles and mold clung to the corners, thriving in the damp, low light. I scowled as I looked around from the safety of Kylo’s arms and poked his jaw.
“He’ll die down here!” I spat.
“What do I care if a traitor dies?”
I bristled. Another do-or-die moment. I had to be careful with my approach.
Kylo raised an eyebrow. “Useful how?”
Okay—good. I tried not to think of Finn slowly dying alone in the dungeon. Useful… how was he useful? Ugh.
“He can tolerate being around Omegas in heat,” I said suddenly. “I mean, he was around me my whole life and never tried anything. Maybe he can help supervise me and Rose when you and Hux are gone?”
I blinked up at Kylo, struggling to feel out his emotion to predict his reaction. Pensive. He tilted his head and exhaled through his teeth.
“Fair point,” he murmured. “…And you say this man is like a sibling?”
“Yes. And he promised my parents he’d protect me, which he obviously takes very seriously.”
“Mm. He did hide you from me for a few years.” Kylo clicked his tongue and resumed walking. “I’ll consider it. Hux’s bitch has been moping around and it’s affecting her fertility. Maybe a new friend will cheer her up a bit.”
I’d leave it at that. Kylo had such a huge ego that he needed to think he came up with the idea. I’d praise him and thank him and get my way.
We stopped outside the cell at the end of the chamber. Kylo carefully lowered me to my feet as I took in the sight of Finn, curled in a ball on a small cot, face bruised and bloodied. I tried to step forward and my mate grabbed my hips.
He nuzzled the back of my head. “He’s lucky I didn’t get to him first.”
“Finn?” I called. I leaned forward and Kylo wrapped an arm around my waist and across my chest. He held my opposite shoulder and I clutched his huge forearm. “Finn?”
Kylo purred and kissed down my neck as Finn stirred. My friend opened his eyes and moaned in pain, but the initial horror faded away under the rhythmic purrs against my back. He wouldn’t even let me feel angry for what he’d done to Finn.
Tears rolled down my cheeks anyway. I sniffled and kept calling out, but Finn couldn’t stay conscious. Kylo squeezed my shoulder.
“It looks like your Finn isn’t in a chatty mood,” he cooed. “Still tired from his beating.” His breath rolled across my collarbone. “You know… if I decide to let him babysit you… perhaps he should have the pleasure of watching me fuck you first. Just to test his resolve.”
“Finn,” I rasped, “Finn!”
“Let’s not bother him anymore, hm? He needs his rest.” Kylo moved, walking forward and pulling me with him. “I want to smear my little Rey with my scent before she makes her first public appearance as my mate.”
He yanked open a cell two doors down from Finn’s and pulled me inside. It was so dark I couldn’t see two feet in front of me, I could only feel Kylo’s breath on my neck and his arousal burning over the constant frigid sadness, blocking it out.
He shoved me on the cot; it smelled like mildew and the sheets rustled and cracked as I tried to adjust. Freed from the purring, I scrambled for the other end of the bed, but Kylo caught me around the hips and dragged me right back.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastised. “Don’t misbehave, Rey. Just close your eyes and think of England.”
I breathed fast and hard through my nose, still struggling as he unzipped his pants and hiked my dress up. He made an obnoxious sucking sound and gently slipped one finger inside me. I screwed my eyes shut. I’d just lie here silently.
Kylo stood at the end of the cot, emotions blazing wildly as he pushed in, hot skin breaking skin. I winced and huffed through my teeth and he groaned and held my hips still. It hurt a bit. I wasn’t exactly turned on in a dark, dank dungeon.
The sheer breadth of emotion from him was staggering; the way he careened between them was dizzying. He’d settle on one and jump to the next like he was afraid of letting it wash over him. I felt him creep across our bond like a spider trying to find a place to hide from the maelstrom.
It made me nauseous. I didn’t want him using my mind for shelter. It was a bigger insult than him fucking me.
“Stop!” I snapped, puffing as Kylo sank up to the hilt. I pushed a foot on his thigh.
“Is Finn good with children?” Kylo spat. He seized a fistful of my hair and yanked, arching my spine, settling on anger. He knew I knew what he was doing and feeling—he was embarrassed and offended. “Would he make a good nanny?”
I tried to shut my mouth, but the opportunity was too tempting. “He’d make a good father!”
The fury in Kylo burned higher—but that was what he wanted and what he knew. He shoved my face into the cot and fucked me at a punishing pace, simmering with vitriol, too pissed off to even make another nasty comment. The cot creaked and we both panted and clung to our anger.
Maybe to add insult to injury, Kylo wormed a hand between my legs. I hissed and squirmed and he climbed in the cot to pin me down, still fucking me as his fingertips found their mark again. My hips rolled into his touch and I bit my lip until it bled. Fuck—motherfucker!
“Good girl,” he whispered. He nosed in my hair and inhaled deeply. “Maybe I’ll have your friend fixed if you’re fantasizing about him—”
“You’re just mad that I don’t want you in my head!” My eyes rolled back and I squirmed in his hand. “You’re awfully fucking sensitive for a war criminal.”
Kylo growled in my ear, but didn’t say anything more. He burrowed into my neck and bit down on the mark and I snarled and kicked until my body refused to cooperate. I pressed my toes on the cot and whined as the tension built and broke rapidly, making me come like my mate wanted. He groaned and softened his biting to tender sucking while I squirmed underneath him, mewling.
His thrusts slowed. He buzzed with pleasure and focused on the fluttering of my muscles around him like it was proof I wanted him. Kylo huffed, reaching a hand back to slap my ass, and slithered into my mind to bask in the sticky pleasure he coerced from me.
“Very good, little one,” he mumbled. He licked the mark, sighing. “I like this bond we have. Your mind is very relaxing.” His voice dropped to a guttural grunt. “Nice and soft like the rest of you.”
I started coming back, prickling with anger, and the purring began to temper it down. Kylo stroked his palms up my forearms and arched his hands over the top of mine to pin them above my head. He rocked his hips, tender and slow, slipping through my forced state of calm, feeding from it to calm himself. I dug my nails into the cot.
Excitement pulsed higher. He panted and kissed my hair.
“The others will smell me all over you when we go upstairs.” His hips stuttered; he hesitated to keep from coming. “All mine—my little Omega sun drop full up with my seed; soft and sweet and…”
I couldn’t help but gasp as Kylo suddenly tipped over the edge. He squeezed my hands and groaned against the back of my head, giving short, hard thrusts as he spilled inside me. I followed close behind with another orgasm, body betraying mind, and he struggled closer. The twitching of his cock and knowing he was filling me with cum did weird things to me.
He puffed when he was through. I laid there under him, trembling as he withdrew, and whimpered as he pushed two fingers inside me instead. Kylo pumped gently and sighed.
“Good girl,” he cooed, “that’s my good girl.”
Chapter 11: I just might get worse
Kylo dragged me upstairs to the enormous hall where I was first prostrated before him and humiliated in front of a jeering crowd of Alphas. This was worse. Now I reeked of him and had his essence seeping out of me like blood from a fresh wound.
I fought back tears. Focus on getting home, Rey.
We entered the hall. Less men were present than before, all sitting around a smaller table close to Kylo’s throne. We walked past a fluffy red dog bed with a collar resting stop it that connected to a chain in the wall. I felt nauseous at the sight of it.
The men argued amongst themselves while Kylo shoved me down on the bed. He latched the thick black leather collar around my throat and casually took his place in the throne, leaning down like he had the first time I saw him. I glowered from the dog bed, curling up in the center to hide from the curious Alpha eyes.
I couldn’t see Kylo very well, just his arm resting on the arm of the throne. The men lapsed into silence.
“Proceed,” he called, voice calm and clear, deep enough to reverberate through the hall.
Hux cleared his throat. “My Lord, Galen refuses to send any of his own men to the outpost in return for your… mate.”
A bald man with tawny skin rose from the table, just as gnarled and angry-looking as all the others. Kylo drummed his fingers on the stone armrest. Amusement bubbled in his mind.
“Your Omega is of no benefit to me,” Galen spat. “I refuse to sacrifice men and uproot their families for your little pet.”
The amusement flared into possessive fury and indignation. He didn’t like the word ‘pet.’ I shrank down in the bed, rattling my chain, and followed along Kylo’s emotional trail like bread crumbs. I was more than a ‘pet’; I was a mate, something far more valuable, and we were bound together, and he did not like the insult.
Kylo clicked his tongue, revealing nothing.
“I see. So… you’re under the impression that my Rey is of no benefit to you.” His anger festered. “You… don’t see her value?”
“None worth five of my men,” Galen snapped.
Another man shook his head, trying to be subtle, but the damage was done. The power Kylo and I had—the Force—swelled inside him, whipped into a righteous rage from the insults to his most coveted possession, and he let it flow down into his fingertips.
I sat up a bit. What, did he just kill everyone who questioned what he did? The guy had a point—he was being asked to move entire families all because Holdo was forced to hand me over. What did Galen care if Kylo ended up getting me pregnant?
They’d all just resent me if Kylo started killing them off for their insults. I’d have another target on my back that I didn’t need.
Panicked, I crawled from the dog bed on all fours to Kylo’s enormous black boot and tugged the side of his pant leg. His anger vanished, morphing into pleasured curiosity at the sight of me on my knees in front of him. He smiled, motioning for me to sit on his knee.
I crept up into his lap, chain jangling, and found I could sit pretty comfortably on his thigh with my legs spread. He draped a long arm around my waist and casually stroked my inner thigh with his fingertips. The other Alphas tried to look anywhere but in our direction.
Kylo nuzzled my temple, purring. “Were you lonely, little one?”
Galen sat back down after another man dragged him to his seat and they all shook their heads. Phew. Maybe that would come back and benefit me someday.
Admittedly, the purring felt nice. I leaned into Kylo’s chest and cuddled under his jaw as his fingers skated higher along my thigh. It was plainly obvious to the men sitting around the table and a tingly thrill ran through me. He was the biggest, strongest Alpha in the room, and he was touching me. I was desirable.
Kylo rested his chin on top of my head. “What other business is there?”
Hux prattled about other areas they could conquer. Galen gave me a pointed look, but drew his eyes elsewhere.
Kylo slipped his hand deep under the hem of my dress. His fingers casually stroked along my slit, teasing something more, and I shivered. He noticed—I felt his mind hum with satisfaction.
His touch drifted up until he brushed my clit. I took a sharp breath and he mumbled ‘shh’ into my hair. Fuck. I didn’t want to do this in front of an audience. But his chest thrummed with a low purr and I clutched with wrist with both hands, obediently rolling into his fingers.
“What did Amilyn have to say?” Kylo called, deep voice interrupting the other men. His free hand toyed with the fabric of my gown, rubbing it between his fingertips. He felt relaxed. “About the traitor.”
“She understood the severity of his crime,” Hux replied. “We didn’t encounter any resistance from her when he was collected.”
“Good.” Kylo dipped a thick finger inside me. He watched the men for any sort of response—an excuse to kill one. “This… Finn… may be useful to us, Hux. He’s accustomed to being in close quarters with a bitch in heat. We may benefit from keeping him alive.”
Fuck. I squirmed on Kylo’s thigh, searching for more friction and shamelessly fucking myself on his finger. He nosed in my hair distractedly while Hux agreed Finn could be a useful babysitter. Arousal seeped across our bond, sticky and hot.
He suddenly removed his finger and I whined in distress. The group of men laughed and Kylo purred, nuzzling my temple. I peered up to find him sucking my juices from his finger, eyeing me with amusement and a raised eyebrow. My cunt pulsed with disappointment.
“Go back to your bed, little one,” he murmured. He kissed my forehead. “I don’t want to share you with the whole room.”
I turned in his lap to face him, whimpering and curling to his side. Kylo wrapped an arm around my waist and gently guided my hips as I began rubbing against his thigh. He hummed, pleased with my insistence, and skated his fingertips down my back. The other Alphas talked amongst themselves.
“Naughty kitten.” Kylo pressed his forehead to mine, gaze shifting to the hall. “You’re going to come for me in front of everyone, hm? Can’t you wait until I have you in our bed?”
Between the bond and his purring, I really couldn’t. I shook my head, burying my face in his chest and inhaling the scent of him—musky Alpha male, spicy and overwhelming. I clung to his shirt and huffed against it as pleasured pooled hot in my lower belly.
Kylo guided my hand down to his crotch. His breath was warm on my ear. He traced along my impending orgasm stretched taut through our bond, eager to feel it.
No one addressed him directly, but I could feel the tension rising in the room. Alpha males weren’t meant to live in close quarters. Kylo sensed it, too: he latched on to the growing sense of unrest and with a shift of fabric and pull of a zipper—
I squeaked as he penetrated me with one hard thrust. His hazy dark eyes watched mine, hands on my waist to move me up and down his cock in front of his subordinates. I was too excited to feel embarrassed. In fact, part of me liked them watching what was happening. I was desirable and none of them could touch me.
Kylo kissed me hard, already on the brink like I was. He fed off the frustration of the other Alpha males, proudly showing off who I belonged to, and that emotion alone was enough to push me over the edge. I panted into his mouth and squirmed in his lap and he grunted as he climaxed at the same time.
It clicked across our bond. I tried to keep quiet, but wailed, hiding my face in his neck, and Kylo snarled and bit the mating mark.
A chair clattered across the room. I slumped against my mate’s chest with him still inside me—not knotted—and felt the Force prickle up into his fingertips. He kissed the side of my head, one arm around my waist, and raised his other with a lazy motion.
Whoever was approaching was stopped dead in his tracks with horrible choking sounds. Kylo purred, licking up the blood on my neck, and I felt his arm twitch as he threw the man across the room. I was sated and sleepy on his cock, ready for a nap.
“Go rest on your bed,” he whispered. “I have to kill Galen.”
Drowsy, I slunk from Kylo’s lap back to the bed. He rose from the throne, adjusting his pants as I snuggled under a thick red blanket. I watched through lidded eyes as he proceeded down the steps to confront Galen, who was struggling to stand up.
I lazily trickled into Kylo’s mind and found he picked up on Galen intending to challenge his ownership of me. It pissed my mate off even more than the ‘pet’ insult. He would kill him this time.
Cum leaked onto my thigh. I watched Kylo bind his hair in a ponytail and bare his teeth to Galen, snarling, every bit a broad, bristling Alpha male. They came together in the middle of the room in a flurry of fists and I fell asleep beside the throne, oddly satisfied.