Page 94

Saren doesn’t know what he’s asking for—what he’s asking of me.

There’s no denying I want to rip him apart with my knot and claim him. But the longer I let my baser instincts control my actions, the more I want to hurt him. Really hurt him. My species was born to kill his. Natural enemies. We aren’t supposed to touch, kiss, and want like this. But it’s so much more than just that. I want to kill him, fuck him, and breed him. I want to bite him properly, tie him to me forever.

My inner alpha is controlling every movement, every thought.

The issue is that I don’t know what I’ll actually do.

It’s too early in my sickness for these changes to happen. While all alphas can grow sharp teeth during a mating ritual, my canines are so long, it’s impossible not to puncture and maim wherever I press my lips. Saren’s pretty cock is slick with blood and cum. My alpha rumbles in delight. And his screams…fuck. I’m barely holding onto the single string of control I have left. Unlatching from his soft thigh, I hurry to take off my clothes.

I need his skin.

His scent.

His taste.

Everything.

Those pretty lilac eyes are hooded, dazed with adrenaline and heat. They drag over my nakedness, hungrily absorbing every inch while I do the same. The flush on his chest, his constellation of freckles, and his swollen lips. My cock is so hard I’m surprised there isn’t a hole in the mattress. Dust clings in the air, mingling with Saren’s rainwater scent and slick. He startles when I reach under his legs and shove them to his chest. Hell, he’s so wet. Filthy and dripping for me.

“Mine,” I snarl like a beast and dive down for the source.

That’s what he’s reduced me to: an animal. Reacting and moving purely on instinct. As terrifying as my reaction to him is, I can’t make myself stop. I want it all. My tongue drags over his tight hole, ripping a moan from his puffy, bloody lips. He’s sweeter here. Feeding me, spurring me on. Making the consequences meaningless because I could die right here and say I fulfilled my purpose.

“Oh, oh,” he chants when I spear my tongue inside him.

My chest burns. Skin roiling with every clash of our masteries. It only heightens my desire, my need to dominate it. Licking clean up his crack and to his balls, I suck one into my mouth, not caring at all how they’re being scratched and poked. He shoots up, nearly tugging it from my teeth. I shove him back down, growl in warning, and return to my feast.

I eat him for too long. Tearing at his little hole without mercy while he whines and mewls for me.

Eventually, my own body demands satiation. Sitting up on my knees, I take a few moments to watch him.

Saren is beautiful to me no matter what he does. Those eyes, that cute nose, his fiery hair. But right now, he looks like someone I could worship. A deity in his own right. Fucked out of his mind and I haven’t even put my cock in him.

This is my purpose.

Pleasing him.

Mine.

My omega.

He stares dreamily up at me. A soft, secret smile just for me. My heart gives a mighty thump just as I fantasize about ripping out his throat. I squeeze the length of it for good measure, feel his heartbeat flutter and jump against my palm. Zaps of energy lash against my skin the longer I hold him down.

“Fuck, Saren.”

He whimpers. Then reaches for my cock. As soon as his smooth fingers curl around it, I hiss through my teeth.

I inch up his body, straddling his chest and nudge the tip against his abused lips. “Open.”

The way he doesn’t hesitate makes my balls throb. “What do I do?” he whispers against the slickness. Tongue peeking out for a taste. He whines, stretching his neck to get more.

“Suck.”

“Like this?” His pretty mouth opens wider, stretches to take my girth in, and sucks hard. I collapse forward, bracing on the shitty headboard so I don’t crush his face.

“Oh hell, baby. Just like that.” My voice still sounds like a monster, but he mewls at my praise, undeterred.

Big, filthy eyes look up at me while his tongue strokes and tastes. It shouldn’t be this good, but it is. I should’ve known that only Saren would make his first blowjob unforgettable. The desire he has to please me, the sounds and suction—it’s enough to make me pop my knot right down his throat. Even when he chokes, it’s perfect. I groan, keeping my head low so I can watch every second.