Compulsion: A Myth of Omega Standalone Page 3

  The overpowering, erotic scent of her slick dripping down her inner thighs made him growl, and he slammed her back against the wall and pinned her against it with his body. The strength of her need for him was like claws digging into him, beckoning and drawing out his own desperate need. His cock, thick in his pants, strained in urgency, and he unbuckled himself as the Omega’s body softened against him.

  She moaned as his cock sprung free, and he lifted her bound wrists over his head and down onto his shoulders, trapping his head between her arms. “Why do you smell so good?” she murmured, her head lolling to one side as she took a deep breath at his neck.

  Roclan held on to his control as hard as he could and tilted her head back to the wall. “Open your eyes.” He needed to see it happen.

  When she opened them, there was already a tinge of gold blooming. As he continued to stare, the gold billowed to fully claim her irises, signifying she was now in her Haze—the Omega breeding state that infused all Omegas with an uncontrollable urge to breed, divorcing them from all other reasonable thought. During the training for the Omega matching events, Alpha were taught how to control acting too quickly in response to an Omega’s scent, but there was only so much training could do. Roclan tried to continue to fight his oncoming rut for as long as he could—Alphas had more control in their ruts—but he already knew he’d lost the moment he’d scented her, possibly even before that. He wanted this woman to be his.

  The Omega smiled at him, inching her small nose forward and pressing it against his. “My Alpha,” she whispered, wonder and awe heavy in that gorgeous voice.

  All self-control deserted Roclan.

  He ate her pussy first.

  It wasn’t his choice—her delectable body dictated everything he did. When he ripped off her tunic and he licked everything within reach, her collarbone, her small, pert breasts, her stomach, the sweetest smelling part of her beckoned him—demanding his mouth.

  Still, pinning her against the wall with both hands, he lowered to his knees and pressed his nose to the mound between her legs, deeply breathing that scent that he knew he would never get enough of. The Omega lifted her knees and resting her heels on his shoulders, spreading them to give him full access, and he rubbed his face against her, coating himself with her slick before running his tongue over her soft slit. She gasped and tilted her hips as he sucked her, finding and teasing her clit, sucking her folds, and swirling his tongue into her entrance. His sucking and licking became wilder, and the drunker he became on her scent, the more he needed her slick in his mouth. Soon she was gripping his scalp, gyrating against his face, and making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard.

  Making her orgasm on his tongue was probably the height of his erotic experience. The tensing of her body, the arching of her back, the jolt of her breasts, and the breathy, guttural sounds from her throat had him out of his mind with desire. His cock dripped and ached to be inside her, but this wasn’t going to be a simple fuck. His instincts told him this was much more, not only because he was in his rut, but because this female was his, and he was going to be indulging in her forever. he had no plans to leave her before her Haze subsided, and he knew from his research it could last from a few days to two weeks.

  When he first entered her, it was against the wall. His Omega squealed, her body twitching as she clenched around him, but he didn’t stop until he was all the way in, her small body impaled on him. Roclan could have roared down the entire base with how sweet her pussy was. She sheathed him so tightly, it was almost difficult to breathe, and a savage euphoria careened around his body—a truly unparalleled experience. A soft whimper drew his attention, and he halted, taking a moment to look upon the woman he held.

  Her golden eyes were lidded in pure desire, but she watched him with an expression of awe. She leaned forward to lick and nibble along his jaw, pulling him as close as she could with her bound wrists behind his neck. “Alpha,” she breathed again, a smile on her face this time as she tilted her hips.

  A tortured groan twisted out of him at the squeeze on his cock, and this time he could not wait. He slammed into her juicy pussy over and over, smacking her ass against the wall as the succulent slams of their joining filled the cell.

  Roclan fucked her in every position possible, covered in her scent and out of his mind in a delirious frenzy. She took his rough claiming with ease, humming in pleasure, and unable to get enough of his touch, wanting to be pressed against him at all times, and whining when he made her wait. No thought entered his mind but the Omega before him, and she worshiped him beautifully, just as she should.

  When he’d finally exhausted her, he sat on the bedding against the wall, playing with her straggly hair as she slept on his chest. A moment of clarity arrived as he stared at the well-fucked beauty. His Omega, his true mate who he had been searching for, was a criminal due to be executed. He held her tighter as a growl rumbled in his throat. He couldn’t let that happen. It wasn’t possible that he’d finally found his mate only for her to be sentenced to death under his investigation. No. This could not and would not be the only time he spent with her.

  And yet, there was no way Commander Torin or the emperor would spare a Lox murderer. And what message would that send to citizens. He glanced down at her, remembering some of his earlier concerns. He still found it hard to believe she had killed one of his Lox brothers, but there could be any number of reasons why an Omega would kill an Alpha; he just had to find out. But then what next? He couldn’t let her be executed. Could he leave the Lox to keep his Omega?

  With his rut upon him, Roclan couldn’t figure out the answer, but he had to think of one soon. He wasn’t giving this woman up, and he wasn’t giving up the Lox. He would find a way to have both.

  The Omega murmured against his chest and in her sleep, her wet, little tongue darting out to brush his skin as if to check it was still him holding her. She smiled in confirmation and snuggled into him deeper with a soft sigh. The urge to wake her and fuck her again rose instantly, as did his cock, but he resisted, allowing her time to rest. He would be fucking her for days to come, and she needed her strength.

  Chapter Three

  NYAN

  He was perfect.

  Utterly, completely, devastatingly perfect. His unique, potent scent made her want to weep. The roughness of his tongue on her body made her want to squeal. And the glow that emanated from his skin kept her in complete awe of him.

  He was the most impressive Alpha she’d ever seen. From the bulky broadness of his shoulders to the short brown hair that covered his scalp, to the crookedness of his nose, and the length and girth of his enormous cock. Instinctively she knew this was an Alpha who embodied all an Alpha was supposed to be, all that an Omega could ever want, and everything he did delighted her beyond measure.

  When she opened her legs, the lascivious gleam in his eyes as he looked between them thrilled her to her core, making her pussy clench and her slick drip. It was obvious he loved suckling on her, brushing his tongue on her clit until she squealed and shuddered in ecstasy, because his mouth was constantly on her pussy. He even found her asshole with his tongue, licking her puckered hole while driving two thick fingers deep into her, pumping deep as he tormented the sweet ache inside.

  But ultimately, nothing could sate her like his cock. She wanted it constantly, and it didn’t matter how. She took great pleasure in sucking him, loving the feel of him in her mouth and drinking every drop of all he chose to give. She learned that he liked it when her tongue ran along his under ridges, when she caressed his balls in her hands, and when she took his cock deep into her mouth, squeezing the tip with the swallow of her throat.

  He praised her often, telling how beautiful she was, and that she was a good Omega, and she smiled, grateful to be able to offer such an Alpha the pleasure he offered her.

  But it was when he fucked her that she truly lost her mind.

  The first time, he’d stretched her wide open, rough, and unrelenting. His savagery made h
er come so intensely, her entire body tensed up, and she was unable to breathe. When her orgasm ebbed away, he was still slamming her against the wall, her pussy dripping with her own slick and come, and as exhausted as she was, she encouraged him on, biting on his ear and telling him that she needed his seed.

  When he slammed in shuddering, the base of his cock enlarged to knot her, and she sighed with relief, clenching down on him as he spilled, knowing that this was how it was supposed to be between an Alpha and Omega.

  The next time he knotted her, she was on all fours. The time after that, they were on the floor, with him yanking her down on top of him, her nipple between his teeth. And each time she kissed his glowing skin, murmured to him and sighed that her body was getting the relief it needed.

  Strangely, her wrists were bound to a chain, and at first, the Alpha seemed to like that—pulling on the chain to help twist her body into various positions that made his cock feel so glorious. But then the chain annoyed him. He wanted her to touch him and it got in the way. So he simply broke the cuffs with his bare hands, growling in frustration. That simple act of strength made her so wet, she almost came immediately the next time he sunk inside her.

  She saw nothing beyond him. No cell, no prison walls, no context behind where they were or why. No thought of past or present penetrated her awareness—she had submitted to her Haze, and her only concern was the Alpha and his seed. Whenever his knot shrunk and released him from her pussy, she wanted him back in her immediately, where he was supposed to be—stretching her wide, spilling inside her, and grunting so wonderfully gruffly into her neck.

  And she was satisfied that everything was as it should be.

  Just before she woke, in the moments her consciousness crept back into her, but sleep hadn’t quite lifted its hold, Nyan was content. Her muscles felt as though they’d been torn to shreds, and a slimy sourness on her tongue disgusted her slightly, but that could not chase away the bone-deep contentment that filled her.

  As her consciousness nudged, she vaguely recognized that something heavy trapped her against the ground. Groaning, she shifted her shoulder, trying to dislodge herself, but the weight moved with her, securing her even more solidly.

  Nyan’s eyes fluttered open, and she blinked rapidly while trying to take stock of what was happening and where she was. Her head thudded so loudly it was difficult to think, but as she took in her surroundings, she was horrified to see a massive Alpha on top of her.

  What the fuck had happened? Heart pounding, a wild panic rocketed through her, but she forced herself to calm, trying to think back. She recognized the cell she was in—she’d been in here since confessing to killing the general of Dorei. But then what?

  Staying as still as possible, she looked around. She lay at the back of the cell, against the wall, on top of the bedding, while the Alpha lay directly on top of her, his arms wrapped around her torso, trapping her arms close to her body, pressing her against his chest as he slept.

  The exhaustion that clung to her and the dryness of her mouth was remarkably similar to how she usually felt after her Haze, except this time, her muscles ached when she moved. Dread crept into her. She’d woken with no memory of how the Alpha had gotten on top of her, but with all of the symptoms of having had a Haze.

  After every Haze, memories while under the influence of her breeding state took a while to return, so she forced herself to calm. What was the last thing she could remember?

  She had been waiting here for her execution, glad that they hadn’t done any kind of thorough investigation and that she would be executed quickly. Then… she looked carefully at the Alpha on top of her. He entered her cell. He said his name was… She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to remember his name, but it slipped past her. He said he was here to investigate her case and he’d wanted her to talk to him.

  So maybe this was one of his interrogation methods. Induce an Omega’s Haze and then question her to get the information he wanted.

  It didn’t seem like something the Lox would do, especially with their supposed care for Omegas, now that Omegas were returning to the Lands. But she wouldn’t put anything past them.

  This Alpha expected her to simply do as she was told, and even though she’d been intrigued when he first arrived—his walk and build when he entered the prison was very appealing—never did she think she would end up in this position with him. But if she’d entered her Haze, it had to be because of something he did. How had he even known she was an Omega? Granted, the general’s base was protected from her magic, but she was only supposed to be locked up for a day or two until her execution. That was how it was supposed to work. Now, she had no idea how long she’d been in here with this Alpha.

  She lay seething for a few long moments, wondering what she’d told him, but then realized if she’d told him anything significant, he wouldn’t still be in her cell. As long as she continued to say nothing, everything would go as planned. She relaxed, and that strange deep contentment filled her again. An urge crept into her to press her nose against the Alpha’s skin… and lick him.

  Ugh! Shocked, she threw the thought aside. What was happening?

  Nyan tried to roll the Alpha off her, but he was too heavy. Thankfully, her hands were no longer bound together, so it was easy to try and twist out from underneath him. But as she was pushing his arm up to wriggle out, he woke.

  “Stop it,” he ordered, his voice gruff from sleep. He tightened his arm back around her.

  Strangely, her stomach fluttered at the sound of his voice. “Get off me,” she demanded.

  The Alpha stilled, glancing down at her as though surprised she was speaking to him. “You need more rest. Go back to sleep.”

  “I will not. I never thought the Lox would use such heinous methods to interrogate someone.”

  The Alpha above her had the audacity to chuckle, but when he glanced at her and saw her face, he frowned, raising to his elbows to look down on her. “You think fucking you was an interrogation tactic?”

  His voice was so deep and luxurious. It sent goosebumps racing along her arms. “Wasn’t it?” she shot back.

  The Alpha smiled, and up close, it was a thing of savage beauty. “How could it be? We didn’t do much talking, Nyan.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. So he’d gotten that out of her. “What did you do to me? Omegas don’t randomly go into their Haze.”

  “I didn’t have to do anything.” His smile turned a little mischievous, and something warmed in her chest. “And yes, they do. Under certain circumstances.”

  Nyan didn’t even bother to ask what circumstances he was talking about. Either he was lying or he knew how to ensure those certain circumstances. She would just have to wait for her memories to return to find out his real motive. If she’d known that the Lox had a way to induce an Omega’s Haze, she would have thought twice about allowing them to catch her. Usually she was able to protect herself using magical blocks, but no magic could be used inside the base.

  “You are mine now.”

  Nyan frowned, but before she could determine what that meant, he lowered his mouth to hers. His warm lips were soft capturing hers but then rough as he kissed her, his tongue persistent and hot, grazing against her own and dominating her mouth until she was breathless. It was… nice. And alarmingly familiar.

  When he pulled back and looked down on her with a piercing gaze, Nyan lost track of all thought as she stared back at him. She noticed his eyes were, in fact, a gorgeous dark green with flecks of golden brown. She’d also initially thought he wasn’t that good-looking, more big and brutish than pretty, but he was actually very handsome. Faded scars littered his face, and his nose looked like it had once been broken, but those imperfections only enhanced his features. Suddenly she was self-conscious at his heated gaze on her. Dragging her eyes from him, she turned her head to stare at the opposite wall of the cell, not knowing what to do with herself.

  Thankfully, the Alpha chuckled and got up, rising to his feet, leaving Ny
an naked on the ground. She curled over on her side, trying to cover as much of herself with her hands, her indignation at her situation returning. “If you are not going to sleep, then you must drink,” the Alpha said. “You are extremely dehydrated, and I didn’t have time to fetch water.” The corner of his mouth quirked up. “We had other concerns.”

  Nyan glowered at him, wishing she wasn’t so naked so she could reply in a dignified manner.

  When she didn’t answer, he simply chuckled and headed to the door. Annoyingly, she couldn’t help but watch him go. He had to be one of the biggest Alphas in the Lands, surely? Thick muscles clung to his arms, his shoulders, his back, his legs, every single part of him bulged as though he had been molded by a clumsy clay master who simply pressed balls of clay on him without bothering to smooth them out much. For her, the effect was entrancing, especially his ass, which contracted wonderfully with each step he took.

  When he closed the door behind him, she finally took a deep breath, glad to have the cell to herself for a moment. She needed to figure out what she was going to do. If he could induce her Haze like that, she was at risk of revealing things she did not want him to know, things that weren’t only detrimental to her.

  She slowly got up and stretched her sore limbs, dismayed to find dried semen all over her body, before searching for something to wear. Her tunic had been ripped beyond recognition, so she sat in the corner, huddled up with blankets from her bedding, arms around her knees, reminding herself why she was in the cell and to stay on task.

  Out of curiosity, she wanted to know what happened during her Haze. She had heard many things about Alphas, but she didn’t know for sure what was true. She never revealed herself to be an Omega since arriving in the southern area of the Eastern Lands, and she never intended to. Her life was complicated enough without making it known she was one of the most sought-after dynamics in the Lands. She couldn’t understand the Omegas who had left the Omega cause only to end up stuck in Lox Palace—their sole goal being to find their Alpha. That wasn’t freedom. It was selfish. Almost every single Omega had exceptional skills in a variety of ways that they should be using to help the people of the Eastern Lands, or the Lox Empire as it was now known. All the Omegas in the palace should be free, roaming the lands finding homes and living as Omegas had once lived. She understood to a degree why that kind of life would be dangerous for an Omega, but now they were extensively trained in magic and knew how the Lox operated, they could have some semblance of freedom.