The Dire Choice (Otherworld Series #7)

Chapter 26- Beth

We fucked the night away, and the next day too.

His cock was swollen from the overuse but I needed him to slake the internal thirst, and he gave me his all, no complaints.

I enveloped him in my warm heat, groaning out my relief when he immediately spurt out one hot volley of cum, bathing my insides with his seed. I squeezed my muscles around the knot that was huge, uncomfortably huge, but causing unthinkable pleasure at the same time.

Somewhere, along the night, he had managed to bring us to a secluded cave, taking me twice at the entrance and another time when we settled down.

The dark expanse of the hollow cave was alive with the sounds of sex and of purrs and growls. His hands moved me over his erection and his mouth sucked at one sore nipple.

I arched when he bit my tender breast again, peircing my flesh with his teeth. My body was littered with bites, some so deep that they would scar, they would never leave me.

And I was glad.

I would forever be reminded of this day, forever be reminded of the night I was finally made a female.

I placed my hands on his chest, bouncing on his lap, my mouth stretched in a smile. His big hands were on my hips, his own mouth dropped open in ecstasy, his eyes rolling up in his head.

"Ah!" He groaned.

I grinded my clit against him, my breasts moving obscenely. His eyes latched onto the moving globes and his hand spread over one.

"Bend." He commanded me. I obeyed, bending my body over his, letting his mouth touch my breasts again, he bit my nipple, sucking it, rolling it around his tongue.

I moaned as his cock bathed me with more of his seed. "Alpha!"

He grunted, turning us over, thrusting deep into me, holding me to his chest in a possessive grip.

"I wish you could have a proper nest. " He whispered. "I wish I could give you everything. "

I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist as I accept him deep into me again and again, gasping with each breath. Every nerve on my body was alight with the sensations, every thrust of his powerful body took me closer to orgasm, closer to salvation.

"Right now, the only thing I want, my Alpha, is your seed." I said, sucking on the side of his neck.

His rough hands held my hips as he pushed away. "Then take it!" He said and pounded me.

And then that night, we lay against each other.

When his cum leaked out of me, he collected it in his hand and rubbed it into the skin of my ass. I sighed, languid, satisfied.

"Purr." I demanded.

He obliged, his chest moving in a deep rhythm, soothing me, calming bunched muscles, filling the cave with that rich sound. I closed my eyes, thinking about how his purr could have soothed me in times I really needed it.

"Why couldn't you have found me first?" I murmur.

His hands run down my back, "Hmm?"

"I ran away from my Ben's home when the situation with my Alpha escalated. " I draw circles on his chest, remember the happy sound of my Ben's laughter when we used to play together and the sad shine in his eyes the day he left me behind.

"You speak of the humans?" He asked, turning us over gently, rising above me, caging me in his arms, his wet, semi erect cock lay on my lower belly, filling with blood slowly.

I got distracted by the sight, licking my lips, wishing I was tasting him in my mouth. My Alpha, my Soul Shredder, he placed his fingers under my chin, gently raising my head, turning my attention to his curious face.

"Talk to me." He whispered. "I want to know you."

"And I you." I tell him, because all this time, while we had been together, we hadn't truly spoken about our past, about who we really were. Or atleast, who we had been, who we've left behind.

His jaw locked, he thought about it for a while, he did not really want to speak about it, but I could see him making the effort.

"You tell me...some things about you, and I will tell you some about me."

I let my finger circle his dark nipple as I spoke. "My story is a sad one."

"So is mine." He kissed my forehead, his smell enveloped me, I revelled in it, I cherished it.

"Who is this 'My Ben'?"

"Benjamin. My Ben. My only salvation in that wretched pack." I slowly began telling him about my golden childhood with Ben, and the terrible nights with our father, about our house, our life.

Each detail I gave him, he matched, giving me one of his own, he told me about his childhood of how he'd been found floating on the water, how he'd been rescued, given a place in the pack, raised to be the scared consort of the Goddess.

"Since childhood?"

He nodded. "I'd been picked out since childhood. " He confirmed. "Children who float down the river, we've been known to be strong breeders."

I looked down at my belly. I was in heat, we had breeded, I could be having his child this very moment. He cupped my face, turning my head towards him again.

"How did you fall into the hands of the demons?"

I hugged into him, needing his support for this. "My father sensed my heat, one night, he was crazed. He tried to...to.."

His hands held me closer, sniffing into my hair, purring, offering comfort. He did not stop me from telling him what happened, he did not tell me that I shouldn't if I don't want to, like the keeper of the demons had, like Borya Igor had.

I told him everything, I told him how a young maid, not very older than me, had become the target of my father's ministrations when I had run off to hide, I told him about her empty eyes staring up at me in the morning. By, the end of it, I was crying, but I was proud of myself, I was proud, that the atrocities did not break me again, I did not feel like my insides were being torn apart.

"When I ran away, I was helped by a kind man named Falcon Bloodrunner. He had a funny name for a human, but he offered me money and food to last me a few days and told me the directions to a safe house."

"Is that how the demons found you?" He growled. "So they had lied then, about hurting you." 

I shook my head, sad and tired, I let my hand drift down, towards his cock against my hip, I squeezed.

"The demons did not hurt me, they questioned me, didn't hurt me."

"Then who did?" His breath was wheezed out, pleasure tightened his voice, but he was making the effort to know me, even as I tried my hardest to distract.

I was afraid to tell him.

I was afraid to open old scars.

I had essentially already told him what I was afraid of, but he needed to know no more, not now atleast, I didn't want to break down, I had managed to stay strong tonight, I could take no more.

I straddled him, taking him into my body, squeezing him with my sore muscles. Slick gushed out to coat his manhood, my scent spread in the air, he groaned, his hands holding my hips, moving me above him.

I dug my nails into his back, gasping with the pressure at my core, satisfaction filling me when blood welled under my nails.

His teeth appeared at my breast, his bite was deep, caused me alot of pain, but the pain, combined with the pleasurable pressure down there...My cunt clenched, his cock spasmed. I moaned as I came.

"Tell me." I whispered in his ear, panting.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, lying back down. And then he begun.