From Cursed Omega to the Alpha King's Obsession

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Marked!

“Madeline,” Killian grumbled, in a gravelly low voice. He moved a step nearer, his muscular body huddled up.

I stood still, with fingers closed on the doorknob. "How did he know my name?" I mumbled, a little too loud.

We'd never spoken, not truly. I had been able to look at him only a few times at the pack meetings when he was at a distance, and was always surrounded by the people who hated me. My thin frame was cowering in the small area, the skin turning pale and full of goose bumps.

He wiped his hand across his brow with a trembling hand, and gasped. “I know you, in ways you do not even know yourself,” he said me.

“What?” I mumbled, as my eyes scanned his gist.

Something was amiss, however--sweat ran down him, and his skin was wet, and his chiseled muscles shone unnaturally.

“Why are you sweating so much?” I went closer, with a knot of fear in my gut, and my eyes going over the agony cut into his face.

Just before his reply came the sound of two voices piercing the door--heels clicking in the hall--two women. "Where's Killian?" one whined, impatient. "I'm worried.The drug should have taken its effect. Unless he f***s me to-night, my sole aim in this ball is destroyed.”

The other chuckled. "Relax, let's keep searching. I'm sure he is here somewhere."

Their steps faded. Silence reigned once again. The reality struck me. Drugged. They'd drugged him for s*x. Pity came through me, mixed with shock. The jaw of Killian set and the face twisted.

“Go, Madeline,” he said.

"No." My voice got stronger. "They drugged you. I can help. What do you need?"

He shook, and leaned against the wall. "I'm fine. Just... go." But his denial rang hollow. My eyes were lowered to the huge bulge in his trousers.

"You're not fine." My voice got louder , heart aching even though every nerve in my body screamed at me to leave. "Let me help. Please."

The stare of Killian hit me hard and uncompromising. "The only help is s*x. The drug…it’s burning me up--my c**k hurts , mind feels foggy, please leave.”

“Let me help.” I said, stepping closer.

“I don’t want you to do something you’d regret.”

I closed the distance, shaking fingers as I fumbled with his belt. “I will not regret it,” I said, unbuckling his belt. "I want to help you."

"Madeline, stop." He groaned, firmly holding my wrist but it did not hurt.

I met his eyes, a weird ache down in my core. "I do. I want this." The words sounded alien to my ears, my nerves were tingling. Nobody had longed after me. Everyone avoided me. Here, however, out of sight, it was him and I only.

A silly part of me felt loved.

“You sure?” He groaned, eyes closed in pain.

“Yes. Please, let me help you.” I replied.

His grip loosened, discipline breaking. I yanked his pants down. And his c**k sprang,thick, firm, veins bulging, tip dripping with pre-c*m. Huge, overwhelming, but it kindled fire in my belly. Killian hissed, and rested his head against the wall.

I went down on my knees ,wrapping my fingers around his d**k. It twitched, and he hissed. "Fuck." Raw need laced his voice. I leaned forward, and my tongue shot out to taste the salty bead on the tip. He twitched, and then relaxed, going along with my beat.

I felt pity and tenderness for this dreaded man, my own want loosening. I took him in, and my lips opened wide round his d**k, and sucked slow and deliberate. His fingers were in my hair, not pushing, only hooking as the drug tore him. “Oh that is good, that is good,” he panted, as his c**k twitched once again in my mouth.

I sucked him more, going up and down, till tears gathered in my eyes. “Need... to be inside you,” he rasped and pulled me up with care.

He turned me round and nailed me to the wall and his breath was hot against my neck. Crude fingers lifted my dress, and tore my panties, exposing my p***y.

"Sure?" He asked, as his c**k poked against my p***y.

"Yes." I arched back. Years of loneliness, accusation, stigmatization, all gone. I felt loved, wanted, needed!

He thrust in, with a single stroke, his c**k tearing my hymen. I screamed, pain tearing me apart as his big length took my p***y. "Oh god, Killian!"

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, slowly sucking on my neck as he waited for me to adjust, after a few minutes, he began moving slowly, and the pain slowly turned into bliss.

“Harder.” I moaned against the wall.

He sped up, hips banging into my ass, with every thrust, his c**k went deeper and deeper. My hands were spread on the wall.

“So f*****g tight,” he groaned in my ear, one hand on my hip, the other on my breast, pinching the n****e through the fabric. Sparks shot to my core.

Moans were ripped out of me. Sweat rolled off our bodies. “Harder,” I moaned. There was no more fear or pain, just pure lustful ecstasy. He increased his pace, c**k sliding in and out, hitting that place, that made stars fly behind my eyelids.

“Fuck..” I moaned as I felt a strange wave of pleasure wash over me, my legs suddenly felt like jelly, making me almost lose my balance but for the timely intervention of Killian who held me in place.

“Cumming for daddy?” He asked, still slamming into me from behind.

“Yes! f**k!" I screamed, vision whitening. He pursued his, f*****g me harder and faster.

“Madeline!” He groaned and I felt something warm inside me.

Then, a sharp on my neck. Fangs sinking deep into my flesh. I screamed, my hands immediately reached to my neck, and there is some point that hurts.

I traced a finger o

n the hurting spot, a mark.

Not just any mark!

A mate mark

“Killian is my mate?”