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Tabitha heard the sirens first.
She stood motionless in her thin white slip, having just pulled her dress off with the intention to get ready for bed, when the blaring reached her ears. Tilting her head, she tried to identify what was going on outside, but it was just a steady vibration of a whirring town alarm and now shouting. Curious, and a little afraid, her bare feet brushed against worn rugs as she rushed to her bedroom windows.
Nothing ever went on in this wasteland town, landlocked with miles of desert scrub. If something were happening this late at night, it would be the town gossip for weeks.
Shameless, she rolled the blinds up and looked outside-
Only to find people running down the street. It was chaos.
“I wouldn’t stand at the windows dressed like that.”
Tabitha spun, knocking an arm into her dresser. Pain shot up to her shoulder, but it just helped her focus. She grabbed her hairbrush off the dresser and wielded it in front of her, looking for whoever had spoken.
"Over here, lovely,” he helped.
Then she saw him. The stranger leaned in the shadows behind the bedroom door. He nudged it shut with an elbow, the soft thud knotting her stomach. She stared at the closed exit … not that she had much of a chance to escape when he blocked her only way out.
“Why are you here?” She tried to sound furious rather than terrified. She squared her shoulders, hating how his eyes trailed down her neck to her breasts. The silk clinging to her body did little to cover anything. The attention, even unwanted, did something to her. She felt her nipples harden under his eyes and he hummed in appreciation. She swung the hairbrush to draw his attention back to her face. He smirked like he thought it was funny. “What do you want?”
“Is there a mob outside yet?” He ventured closer, and Tabitha realized just how big he was – easily over six feet. “Have they figured out where I’ve gone?” The sweat soaking his white t-shirt made it sheer, showing carved muscles that looked tense, like he was ready for a fight.
Though, he may have already been in one.
She caught the smear of blood along the left side of his shirt and wondered if he had only just escaped the people screaming on the street.
Tabitha stuck her hairbrush farther in front of her, as if that could keep him away, and he paused near the bed. The curve of his mouth said he was amused, but then his eyes lit like light catching in a mirror. They burned silver just for a moment before cooling, shadows hiding his face again. The single lamp on the bedside table didn’t illuminate much of his expression except the flick of his tongue across his lips.
She pushed herself against the window.
“Well?” He took another step closer. “How many people are outside wanting to catch me?”
“Why … what have you done?” she asked, hating that her voice shook.
He studied her, serious now. His disheveled hair was dusty, and some strands tumbled forward as he drew near. She could see him now and even road-weary, he was beautiful. His face was almost angelic, and the way muscles bunched as he moved made her uncomfortably aroused. She ignored that though, pressing her thighs together.
“What have I done?” He was gentle as he pushed her hand gripping the hairbrush aside, moving into her space. Up close, he radiated heat and … something else. Tabitha didn’t understand the chills that broke out on her arms. “I’m just guilty of looking for you.”
“What?” She leaned harder against the glass as he slid a hand under her jaw, rough fingers tracing along her throat. Her heart skipped and she wondered if she could break the window behind her and just fall out. She was only on the third floor. The drop would likely not kill her, though she’d probably break something.
His other hand gripped her hip and his touch burned her through the thin silk of her slip. She hissed and tried pushing him away. He laughed at her again.
“You’re not even trying,” he said.
Was he teasing her?
If he was, it didn’t feel playful. Terror froze her. She stared into his chest, urging her body to fight back, but knew she couldn’t escape or stand a chance against him in a tussle. What more was there to do?
He gripped her by both elbows, his mood shifting to … pleased?
“You don’t know?” His voice was soft, but the way he pushed his hips against her was both aggressive and a little arousing. Yes, she was petrified, but something about him was warm like the sand outside. His movements were liquid and the way he caged her against the window, pressing his body to hers, had her rubbing her thighs together now.
“So others haven’t come for you yet?” he asked, hot breath brushing across her cheek.
“I don’t know what you mean.” She braved a glance at his face to glare, but it quickly became an unabashed stare. He was stunning, even covered in red dust and days-old scruff.
“You’re an omega, love.” His rumbling voice was soft, almost gentle.
Tabitha found enough of herself to snort at him.
“Omegas are all dead,” she said.
He raised one brow and laughed at her again. His hands traced up her arms, across her collarbones, and rough fingers touched the sides of her neck. It sent a jolt through her body, and she gasped. The sudden intake of air shocked her, not because his touch felt so good when she should just be afraid, but because he smelled … delicious? He smelled like sunbaked stones, and it made her feel almost safe. Entranced, she ran a hand up his chest, barely touching him, not wanting to hurt him since she could already see blood. She wondered if she should ask him to take this shirt off so she could tend to him.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he purred, hips grinding against her again. Her heart was racing. “Surrender to your alpha.”
That caught her.
“Alphas are rare….” She watched his eyes light up silver again, just for an instant. “They’re hunted.”
And suddenly the sirens and the running outside made sense. The church had held crusades decades ago to wipe out both omegas and alphas, calling them sinful and dangerous. Betas were purported as the only ones strong enough to rise above the temptation of sinful acts. She largely didn’t care for how domineering church was in the nation, let alone this tiny town, but never had she met an alpha before, and it hadn’t broken her heart. Alphas were supposed to be dangerous, would rape beta women to death looking for the release that only omegas could give them. Alphas were supposed to be inhumanly strong, more attractive….
Tabitha jerked her hand away from his chest and tried to press against the window to put space between them. He ran his hands down her sides, finding the edge of her slip and pushing it up, exposing her thong. She trembled in both terror and arousal, not understanding why her body was almost excited, preening under his attention. She should be screaming for help.
He leaned in and kissed her ear. She felt the sand on his lips.
“There are alphas racing here to take you,” he whispered. “You’ve been hidden so well. But your heat is coming soon. It’s calling for us. For an alpha. No amount of suppressants can hide you anymore, omega.”
“Suppressants aren’t manufactured anymore,” she argued. “I’m a beta. I don’t have need of suppressants anyway.”
“Was it your parents who hid you?” he asked. “But that would mean they are omega and alpha too, to give life to someone as precious as you.”
She studied his curious frown, not wanting to tell him that she was an orphan of the church and living in a foster home – the one he broke into. If she really was an omega, the church would have burned her at the stake when she was still a child. Never would they have allowed her to reach an age where she could be mated and bred. The thought choked her.
“It doesn’t matter,” he decided. “I’m going to get you out of here. This town isn’t safe for you. And do you know why?”
Tabitha pushed against him again as he traced the edge of her thong, making her shiver.
“You’re the first mate I’ve smelled,” he said. “Other alphas are coming for you, I guarantee it. It will be a bloodbath to mate you, to bond you, and to keep you.”
He was crazy. It was the only thing that made sense. She was 20 years old. If, by some nightmare, she was one, her heat would have arrived when she was 16 years old. At least, that is if the history books were right.
She watched the burning in his eyes. The silver melted through the iris like ichor from the gods. It was mesmerizing and inhuman. He held her face and leaned down. At first, she felt his breath on her lips and smelled that intoxicating scent again. It brought a whine from the back of her throat.
Then his mouth was on hers. His lips were soft, but his tongue demanding. She gasped as he entered her mouth, filling the space and slipping back out. Her fear mixed with arousal again and she melted against him. His hips moved and she felt his erection straining in his jeans.
The moment she relaxed, she felt him smile
He pulled her away from the window, one large hand reaching down to grab her ass under the slip. He dug his fingers deep, stroking the thong, following it into the wetness clinging to her thighs. She groaned as his fingers sank into her smooth folds.
The pressure had her dizzy. It surprised her when she felt him push her onto the bed, not sure when they had crossed the room. She bounced and looked up at him, her legs spread wide and trembling with want and fear. She watched this beautiful man pull off his shirt, exposing a chiseled chest and abs. There was a wound on his side, but it didn’t look terrible. At least, not enough to stop him as he undid his pants with a growl, gaze raking over her body like a starving man about to finally eat. Something in her loved his neediness, the animalistic way he threw his pants aside and knelt between her knees panting.
Then she saw his penis.
It was easily bigger than any man’s she had seen before. It looked almost inhuman by its size, and she suddenly understood the stories of how alphas could rape women to death.
Mesmerized, she reached out and ran her fingers under it, lifting the heavy erection. Veins pulsed along the shaft, the head swollen and dark with the need to release. An ache between her legs had her bringing it to her cunt, wiping the tip across the juices soaking her thong. What was she doing? She didn’t even know this man. He was probably going to rape her to death just like all the other betas that were unlucky enough to be in this situation.
The man gripped her legs to steady himself and his eyelids fluttered.
He opened his eyes, which looked like pools of silver in the shadows, and pushed her down by her neck.
“Greedy omega,” he purred. “So eager to be fucked by her first alpha.”
She gasped when he slipped a hand between her legs. Everything told her to scream, to fight back, but the pressure was too intoxicating. He moved slowly. First, he dragged one finger along her slit, then massaged his palm against her.
Her breathing stuttered and she had to grip the sheets to stay focused.
“Sex with me won’t be anything like you’ve experienced before,” he whispered, rubbing so tenderly it hurt. She needed him… She couldn’t believe that she was trying to decide if she should make him put on a condom… No. She wanted his sperm. Something in her needed it. She took a deep breath, but all she smelled was him. It made the ache worse.
“You need a mate,” he said. “You need to be mated. To be filled. To be protected. Everything inside of you is screaming for it. I can smell it.”
She looked at him and his eyes were on fire. He pushed her thong aside and she heard lewd wetness when he touched her.
“I can help you feel better,” he offered. “I’ll take you, make you safe.”
He sank a single finger into her folds. Feeling his skin on hers, feeling him circle her entrance but not penetrate it … it all felt like she was losing her mind.
Then she heard a crash downstairs at the front door. It startled her, but he pushed her back down and lined the head of his penis with her entrance. It was sinfully smooth and the tip so big she knew she would feel him for days after this, if this didn’t kill her. She sighed in satisfaction, in defeat, as he pressed into her.
He only penetrated her with the tip, but she saw stars. Its thickness gored her entrance like a horn, so hot that she struggled to pull off and make sure she wasn’t burned.
But he held onto her, forcing her to spread wider. She clung to his chest and looked up at him, feeling like a deer in the jaws of a wolf. He held her gaze and thrust slowly into her, pushing deeper. She arched her back at the sensation and the pain. He was too big and, amazingly, she wasn’t wet enough. Even though she could hear herself sloshing around him, his penis was so thick it made her hips ache.
She moaned, surprised by how good he felt.
“That’s it,” he whispered against her ear, mouth dropping to a spot on her neck that made her moan again. He licked that spot with a growl and pulled what he had shoved into her back out, only to thrust in again.
She reached down and felt the lower half of his penis, gasping. He wasn’t even all the way in. Not even close. It terrified her, but she realized that she didn’t want him to stop.
There was shouting somewhere in the house. A rational part of her mind knew she should call out for help, but instead she clenched around his dick.
“More,” she growled.
The burning in his eyes lit brighter and his lips curled.
“I will pound into your womb over and over again until you can’t hold any more of my semen,” he said against jaw. “Is that what you want?”
Womb fucking? She realized that he might be big enough for that and she had heard it wasn’t pleasant. But a part of her wanted to feel him that deep, to feel his sperm cling to every inch of her insides.
Rather than answer him, a whine escaped her throat and she bucked her hips, sliding him farther into her vagina. His whole body trembled.
“I said, more,” she ordered.
His canines glistened in the dim light as he smiled wider, his hands adjusting to hold her ass steady, lifting her for a better angle. And then he thrust hard enough to drive more of his member inside.
She felt him in a place she had never felt anyone. The tip of his penis touched it and she shuddered, not able to tell if it hurt or was so pleasurable that she was about to pass out.
“You like your cervix touched, then,” Evander said, pulling back and thrusting again.
He hit the cervix this time and Tabitha just saw light.
He had thrust past it. She was so full of his penis that she knew no other would ever be enough. With him still that deep, she rolled her hips, needing more stimulation.
He kept his thrusts shallow, not leaving her womb, but giving her body delicious friction. She appreciated that he didn’t want to break her, not totally. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris.
“This won’t be enough for me, to have you just once,” Evander said and it sounded like a warning again.
Tabitha held his gaze as she touched herself and he humped her womb. It didn’t take much before she came and her muscles clenched around him so tightly that they both bit back screams. She watched the sweat roll down his straining neck and relished the fullness of his huge cock, the beauty of him humping away, losing all control. His thrusts jarred her now and almost hurt.
He thrust faster and his testicles slammed against her ass. She could feel his erection was straining, about to release everything, and clenched around him, strangling him until he let out a delicious moan.
Her bedroom door burst open, crashing against the wall. She jumped as deputies from the county sheriff’s office stormed in with guns drawn, along with men from town who had no business being there. She glared at their store-bought guns as they pointed them at the man who was womb-deep inside of her.
The alpha growled, but was too focused, too close to his orgasm. The rational part of her watched the deputies, all of whom she knew because the town was too fucking small, but the part of her that spread her legs for his stranger clenched around him again, wanting his seed spilled, wanting to give him babies.
A loop of plastic fell around his neck, a tool used to catch loose dogs. The man growled and reached up, ripping it in half, eyes glowing silver.
The display of strength shocked her. There was a second of silence in the room, except the wet thrusting as he chased his release with her body.
But then something hit him in the sides of his neck and his thrusts slowed. His eyes slid shut and he would have dropped on top of her if it hadn’t been for gloved hands reaching out to pull him backwards.
“Tabitha.” One of the men who had barged into her room leaned over her as if to block her view of the alpha still deep between her legs. She studied this new face and recognized it after a moment. It was William, her on and off again ex. They were currently off.
She knew she should be embarrassed, and a part of her was, but another part of her wanted the unconscious man to continue fucking her. She squeezed herself around his still hard member, wishing she could coax him back to his desperate thrusting. Her womb ached for his seed.
But then there was pulling as the deputies hefted him off the bed. The sliding sensation of his erection leaving made her gasp. It hurt leaving her womb and passing her cervix, making a lewd popping as it exited her vagina entirely.
“He is a monster,” one man said as he watched. “Get her to the hospital. She might have internal bleeding.”
She wanted to laugh, but then she felt William touch something on her thigh. When his hand came back, she saw blood.
“Put Evander in a cell below the church,” William said. “The alpha can’t be allowed another chance to rape someone else.”
Tabitha shook her head. It hadn’t been rape.
Had it?
It had felt so good. She wanted it. She still wanted it. With his penis gone, her womb absent of his sperm, she wanted to cry. Her emotions were scaring her.
Then William was there again, rubbing circles on her cheeks. She recoiled from his smell. He wasn’t an alpha.
That made her freeze.
Since when could she smell alphas versus betas? She was a beta. She shouldn’t care about those things.
“You’re safe,” William said softly. “EMTs are on their way, okay?”
She pushed him away, sitting up. She felt fine. When she looked around the room, everyone was gone. She heard deputies in the hallway still, but her alpha was gone.
“His name was Evander?” she asked.
William sat next to her, rubbing a hand up and down her back. She didn’t like it.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “The priest will burn him.”
Tabitha stood and felt the path his penis had opened up inside of her with each step. It felt good. The idea of him burning stopped the pleasure though.
“I don’t want to press charges,” she said. “It wasn’t rape. And I’m fine. Cancel the ambulance, William.”
“But he set off the town’s alarms.” William still spoke to her like she needed him to be calm and gentle, like she had just endured some kind of trauma. Maybe she had, but right now her skin was burning and she felt empty and she wanted Evander deep inside of her again. “He’s an alpha, Tabi. He was going to rape you to death. Let the priest handle this.”
She rounded on him, not caring that her nipples were still hard and her juices ran down her bare legs. She’d figure out how to get Evander, but she needed everyone else to leave her alone.
William must have seen her about to shout at him, because he raised his hands to hold it off.
“At least let us put you in a hotel,” he reasoned.