The Pregnant Runaway Omega

Chapter 3

Anabella

My fingers curled over the raised welts on my arms, the skin a dark purplish colour from the kiss of the belt. I should have been healed by now, to other wolves, the force of a leather whip on the skin was nothing. But for an omega like me, my healing took way longer than usual.

Uncle Boris kept his promise to the Lycan King. He never asked my permission, never sought my agreement. He simply threatened to bring the world down on me if I refused. After the lashings for my ‘misbehavior’ last night, he informed me that I would be sold off Davis Stark, the Lycan King, as his breeder.

The large door swung open, a young man stepped to the side, allowing us to pass by him. My head swerved, eyes darting left and right as I took in my surroundings. The Palace is a grand thing, a royal environment fit for a king.

“He wants her brought to him immediately.” The young man at the door matched the steps of the guards. One of them grunted in response. They led me further into the Palace, through a flurry of doors, only coming to a halt once we’d reached one embroidered in gold fittings. One of the guards knocked. Then they waited.

“Come in.” The voice was deep, but it wasn’t the King’s. I knew because it didn’t have the same effect as the one on the house last night. The guard pushed the door open, and with a start, my feet solidified on the ground.

I couldn’t move.

Everything felt strangely like deja vu. That strange sense of warmth engulfed me, wrapping around me the same way it did yesterday. Only this time, it felt even more intense.

And then came my wolf, standing at attention, her curiosity piqued.

No way!.

Not possible…

But I couldn’t deny it. The emotions swirled within me. The sensations choked my being till it felt like I couldn’t breathe. The anticipation, my heart thrumming wildly, his smell pooling under my nose.

I felt a whirl of emotions, pleasure and fear. And then my wolf gave in.

"Mate!"

King Davis sat on his throne, relaxed, legs spread out like the king he was. He stared down at me from his position on the dais, a look of utter boredom manning his features. My wolf was basking in his presence, but I didn’t dare say a word.

Davis seemed unbothered, oblivious to it all. He was either really good and hiding his emotions, or he truly didn’t feel what I did.

His eyes trailed over me, but not in a leering way. It was more assessive, like he was looking for faults.

Then his hand lifted, waving noncommittally in the air. The guards rushed back up to stand beside me, holding on to my arms and gesturing for me to walk out the doors we had just came in.

My gaze turned to Davis one last time. He was staring right at me, but the look was empty, cold.

They led me away from the throne room, taking me up a double flight of stairs to a different room, one they said was now mine.

The last guard left me sitting on the bed with the parting words, “The King will send for you when he needs you.”

With nothing else to do, I waited.

But what I didn’t expect was for the King to send for me that night.

The guard knocked at the door, and this time, the voice that ushered him in sent a sliver of heat down my spine. He closed the door behind him, leaving me alone with the King in his bed chambers.

I didn’t lift my head from the ground, picking at my fingernails as I waited for him.

“Come closer.” The rough sound cut through the silence, deep and commanding. His voice had an otherworldly effect on me, and I was ashamed to realize I loved hearing him speak.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

My feet moved forward slowly, as my eyes lifted, finally. He laid on the bed, the silk sheets pulled down to his hips. He was bare chested, hands resting leisurely on the hard muscles of his abdomen.

My mouth watered, literally.

And then my eyes lifted to his. His gaze was focused, unmoving from my approach, he watched me like a lion would its prey. I came within an inch of the bed when he lifted a hand to stop me.

“Strip.”

Heat pooled in my chest, spreading out across my entire body.

He tossed the sheets to the side, getting to his feet. I had to psychically control myself so I wouldn’t choke on thin air. Davis stood naked, covering the distance between us with long strides.

He stopped right beside me. I didn’t have a second to react before he fisted the material of my dress at the chest in both hands, ripping it clean off my frame. The cold air hit my naked skin, a strangled gasp slipping past my lips.

“Next time you listen when given an instruction.”

My hands rose up in an attempt to cover myself, pressing over the swells of my breasts. His eyes narrowed on the movement, “Are you aware of the contents of this arrangement?”

Shakily, I nodded.

And then his arm reached out, curling around my waist and spinning me till my back was flush with his chest, he pressed down on my spine, pushing me forward till my stomach rested on the mattress. He kicked my thighs apart, leaning over me, one fist digging into the bed above my head, the other hand slipping underneath my frame.

I squirmed, my body arching into his touch with a mind of its own. A finger probed at my entrance and I jerked away. He pulled back.

“Sorry,” I said, burying my face in the comforter, “I’m… I’ve… I’ve never done this before.”

Risking a glance over my shoulder, I peaked at him for a reaction. The sides of his mouth were pulled down, very faintly, but I could tell. He was displeased. A weight settled on my chest.

He seemed to consider something, lost in thought for less than a moment. Then he dropped to his knees.

His hands grasped my thighs, abruptly pulling them apart. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, stifling my gasp. His head bent, moving closer and closer to where I never thought I’d witness another man go.

“Davis-” The word ended with a hitch of my breath. His tongue swept through my folds, spearing the most sensitive part of me with the type of rough friction that made my toes curl. The feeling made me abandon all sense of reasoning. My hands gripped fistfuls of his hair.

His mouth moved over me, tongue dragging lazy circles over my sensitive c**t. I cried out, my moans of pleasure echoing in the otherwise quiet room. He groaned.

The sound sent ripples of current through my core, making my thighs stiffen at either side of his head. He dragged the sensitive bud into his mouth, pulling at it gently with his teeth, sucking it with a wet sound. My head thrashed over the comforter, fingers tightening in the locks at the top of his head.

I felt like I was about to combust.

“Davis!” I cried.

A finger teased my entrance, and this time, it gave way when he tried to slip it inside me. There was barely any leave, the fit was tight, a bit restrictive as I clamped around the thick digit, but the pleasure was almost unbearable. He slipped into another.

I inched away, whimpering at the fullness. He sucked at my c**t, keeping his entire attention on the sensitive little bundle till the sting of pain turned into a dull pleasurable ache. Goddess, it was too much.

His thick fingers curled upwards, hitting a spot inside me that made stars dance behind my eyelids. I orgasmed with a scream. My thighs locked around his head, fingers pulling hard at his hair as the sensation pulled me under. It felt like three shots of vodka poured straight into my veins. My body convulsed underneath him, as though I was being electrocuted.

Oh, that is unlike anything I had ever felt before.

His teeth sunk into the flesh of my inner thigh as I came down, and then he pulled away, rising to his feet. Through half-closed eyes, I watched as he grasped his erection at the base. It was rock hard now, all the more impressive, all the more scary. He knelt over me, guiding his c**k between my spread legs.

“I’ll go easy on you.” He said, “This time.”

I felt his broadhead spear through my folds, bumping over my c**t and coating himself in my wetness. He pressed himself against my entrance and my body locked up instantly. It hurt, gosh, it hurt. My face was pulled taut with a grimace, his eyes darted up briefly, taking in my expression.

“You’ll tell me if it gets too much. I’ll take it easy. Don’t be afraid to let me know.”

There was something about the way he spoke to me. Although he was cold as ice, he still made an effort to reassure me, to try for my comfort. I offered him a quiet nod, not saying anything back. Suddenly, I felt more at ease.

He inched in again, and I was unable to stifle my whimper.

His head dropped to my chest, capturing a n****e in his mouth.

“Oh,” I gasped, as the wet pressure pulled me in, dulling some of the heat burning between my legs.

It felt amazing. My fingers dug into the hard muscles of his biceps.

He pressed into me, pulling out slowly, gently, before going back in again, all the while switching between my breasts, giving each of them an equal amount of attention. There was a fire burning between my legs, igniting with every stroke. I had barely taken half of him, but it felt like I was seconds away from passing out. His hips rolled, hitting that same spot inside me that made me see stars earlier.

It felt good, so much better with the feel of him inside me. His hand reached between our bodies, his thumb tracing delicious circles over my c**t.

It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was too much, but it was too good. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him to stop.

He bottomed out, every inch of his c**k buried deep. The science of it was beyond me.

His hips rolled up again, and again, and again. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He wasn’t thrusting anymore, just teasing that sensitive spot. And although the fire still burned, I felt like I was about to have another orgasm. When he pulled back, pulling out almost halfway, then thrust back in, I lost it.

He groaned, burying his face in my neck as I convulsed around him, milking his thick length mere seconds before I felt the hot spurts of his release filling me up.

Reality hit me like a freight train.

I had truly become his breeder. The evidence was pooling in a sticky mess inside me.

Before I had time to collect myself, three rapid knocks sounded on the door. It was frantic and rushed.

“Apologies for the interruption, my King!” The male voice called from the other side of the wooden frame, “The Palace is under attack!”