First Claim

"Your scent is wrong for a simple Omega," Vesperian repeated, stepping closer. "What are you really?"

I backed up until the back of my knees hit the massive bed. "Just an Omega, Alpha. Nothing more."

He crossed the room in two strides. His hand shot out and wrapped around my throat, not squeezing hard enough to bruise but firm enough that I had to work for every breath. "I've killed men for less than that lie. Try again."

The touch sent my heat spiraling out of control. A violent wave crashed through me. Slick poured down my thighs, soaking the thin silk. My body trembled against his grip. "Please... I don't know what you want me to say."

His golden eyes darkened as he inhaled my scent. "Your body knows exactly what it is." His thumb pressed against my racing pulse. "Even if your mouth keeps lying."

He released my throat only to grab my hip, yanking me flush against him. The hard line of his body pressed into mine, his cock already thick and ready against my stomach through his clothes. I whimpered before I could stop it.

"That's better," he growled. "Your body doesn't lie."

"Alpha, I…" My words cut off as he tore the silk with one brutal yank. The delicate fabric ripped apart like paper, leaving me completely naked in front of him. Cool air hit my wet skin and I shivered.

Vesperian’s gaze raked over me, hungry and possessive. "Look at you. Already dripping for your king." He spun me around and shoved me face-down onto the bed. The black silk sheets felt cool against my burning cheek.

I tried to push up. "Wait…"

His weight came down on me, pinning me completely. One big hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me in place. "You were made for this. Made for me to breed."

I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, hot and huge. No preparation beyond what my heat had already done. He pushed in with one brutal thrust.

"Ah…fuck!" The stretch burned, too much, too fast, but my body opened for him anyway, slick easing the way as he sank deeper. I bit down hard on the sheets to stop the moan trying to escape.

Vesperian groaned above me, hips snapping forward until he bottomed out. "So fucking tight. Take it, little Omega. Take your Alpha."

He started moving, hard and relentless. Each thrust rocked me forward on the bed, the wet sounds of my body taking him filling the chamber. I gripped the sheets, fighting every moan, every whimper that wanted to spill out.

"You feel that?" he rasped against my ear, teeth grazing my neck. "This cunt was made to milk my knot. To carry my heir."

"Alpha... slow down…" I gasped as he hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.

"No." His pace got rougher. "You’ll take everything I give you."

The pleasure built fast and ugly, mixing with the humiliation of being used like this. My cock leaked against the sheets. My hips started pushing back to meet his thrusts despite myself. Tears of shame and overwhelming need pricked my eyes.

Vesperian reached under me and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Don’t fight it. Let me hear you."

I shook my head, biting harder into the silk. A broken moan finally tore free when he angled his hips just right.

"Good boy," he praised, voice rough with satisfaction. "Scream for your Alpha."

He fucked me harder, the bed creaking under us. My heat-addled mind could barely keep up. All I knew was the brutal stretch, the drag of his cock, the way my body clenched around him like it never wanted to let go.

His knot started swelling at the base, catching on every thrust. "Gonna knot you. Fill you until you’re dripping with my seed."

"Alpha…" I choked out.

He slammed in deep and the knot locked us together. White-hot pleasure exploded through me as he came, flooding me with pulse after pulse of hot release. My own orgasm hit at the same time, spilling over his fist and onto the sheets. I cried out, unable to hold it back anymore.

We stayed locked like that, his heavy body covering mine, knot pulsing inside me. I could barely breathe through the overwhelming fullness.

Then I felt it.

Something deeper than the physical. Power flowed from him into me, not just his release, but strength, vitality, something ancient and powerful. The draining magic woke up fully, greedy and hungry. Warmth spread through my veins. My skin glowed faintly beneath the surface. I bit down on the sheets again to stop from crying out in shock and dark pleasure.

It felt good. Terrifyingly good. Stealing from the man who owned me.

Vesperian stayed buried deep, one hand still possessively on my hip even as his knot kept us tied together. His breathing was ragged against my neck.

"I knew your mother," he murmured, almost casually.

My entire body went rigid around his knot.

"Twenty-five years ago," he continued, voice low and dark. "A human woman who caught my attention at a border negotiation. Beautiful. Defiant. She disappeared before I could claim her properly."

The words hit harder than any thrust. My mind reeled even as my body stayed locked with his, still fluttering around his knot. The draining magic pulsed stronger between us.

Vesperian chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me. "Did she ever tell you about the Lycan king who wanted to make her his concubine?"

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Just lay there impaled on his knot, power flowing into me, while the king who now owned my body dropped pieces of my past I never wanted to hear.

And the worst part? Some broken piece of me still clenched around him, wanting more.