Prologue
POV: Tara
Cold, brutal stone pressed into my belly through the thin silk of my ruined tunic.
Outside, the blizzard roared like an executioner, battering the arched windows of the High Citadel’s hidden armory.
Inside, there was only heat. Thick, suffocating, blinding heat.
“Keep your hands on the weapon rack, Tara,” Varan’s voice vibrated through my shoulder blades, deep enough to rattle my ribcage. “Move them an inch, and I stop.”
I gripped the cold iron rack, my knuckles turning white. My chest heaved against the heavy wooden frame, my bare breasts dragging across the rough timber with every desperate breath I took.
“You’re... a bastard, Graves,” I gasped, my voice catching on a sharp sob as he dragged his thumb hard across my swollen, dripping slit from behind.
“I’m your Alpha,” he corrected ruthlessly, his heavy, scarred palm slamming against the curve of my hip, pinning my 158-centimeter frame against the wall. “And right now, you’re soaking my trousers through because you like the monster you pretend to hate.”
“I hate you,” I spat, trying to arch my spine, trying to twist away from the colossal wall of muscle burying me into the stone. “I hate the way you smell. I hate your fucking pack.”
A low, vibrating laugh hummed out of his chest, hitting the back of my neck like warm velvet before his teeth sank directly into the sensitive curve where my shoulder met my neck.
Not hard enough to draw blood. Just hard enough to mark. Just hard enough to make my thighs violently tremble.
“Liar,” he growled low into my ear, his thick, bearded cheek rough against my flush porcelain skin. “Your mouth utters venom, little half-breed, but your sweet, wet cunt is weeping for my dick.”
He didn’t wait for my rebuttal. He never did.
With one brutal, agonizingly slow thrust, Varan buried his massive, burning length all the way to my cervix.
My eyes rolled back. The sarcastic insult dying on my lips turned into an embarrassing, high-pitched screech that echoed off the racks of steel blades around us.
He was too big. He had always been too big for me. Nearly two meters of hardened northern wolf, heavy and relentless, stretching my narrow walls until I felt like I was splitting down the middle.
“Look at you,” Varan coaxed, his huge hand reaching around my front to cup my heavy, wild-strawberry-scented breast, squeezing until my nipple hardened into a tight knot between his calloused fingers. “Fighting me with every word, yet squeezing my shaft like you want to drain me dry before the Southern armies breach the lower gates.”
He pulled back until only the broad, leaking head stayed trapped inside my entrance, holding me right on the excruciating edge of empty.
“Please,” the word tore out of my throat before my pride could filter it.
“Please what, Tara?” He gave a short, mean twitch of his hips, thrusting back in just two inches—just enough to strike that sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves inside me that made my vision flash red. “Say it properly. Tell me what this stubborn, smart-mouthed little omega wants from her ruler.”
“Fuck me,” I whimpered, my knees giving out.
If he hadn’t been holding my waist in a grip of solid iron, I would have collapsed onto the stone floor.
“Fuck me, Varan. Stop teasing, you arrogant brute!”
“That’s my girl,” he rumbled with dark satisfaction. “Demanding, even on your knees.”
He began to drive into me with punishing, rhythmic force.
Thud.
The sound of his hips slamming against my lush, shaking buttocks echoed through the dark chamber, mixing with the metallic clatter of the iron weapons shifting under my desperate grip.
Thud.
He didn’t give me room to breathe. He didn’t give me room to think. Every time I tried to gather my wits, to remember that I was an outcast who owed him nothing, his thick shaft slammed home, obliterating my sanity piece by piece.
He reached down between our tangled bodies, his thick thumb finding my swollen, slick clitoris and pressing down hard, rubbing in tight, relentless circles right at the angle where his thick pubic bone collided with my rear.
“Look at how tight you get when I talk down to you,” Varan mocked gently, his voice thick with his own rising fever as his breath hitched against my wet skin. “You wanted to run away, didn’t you? You wanted to trade yourself to Alpha Wulf’s scouts to save your pathetic pride.”
“I was trying... to save... the clan...” I choked out, my hips involuntarily rolling backward, searching for deeper impact, meeting every heavy strike of his body with shameless eagerness.
“You don’t save shit, little girl,” he snarled, grinding his pelvis flat against my ass, trapping me completely. “I save you. I own you. Every inch of this soft, freckled skin belongs to the Northern Alpha. Your heat belongs to me. Your tears belong to me. And this sweet, dripping friction...”
He hit my sweet spot with a ferocious, angled tilt of his hips.
“...is mine.”
My internal muscles clamped down on him like a vice. A violent, electric shock wave exploded behind my kneecaps, rushing up my spine and tearing through my brain.
“Varan!” I screamed his name, my fingers slipping off the iron weapon rack as the first wave of a brutal, soul-shattering orgasm ripped through my body.
I was flying, disintegrating, drowning in pure, unadulterated pleasure that felt like liquid fire in my veins. My walls pulsed around his massive size in helpless, rhythmic spasms, wringing a harsh, gutteral groan from deep within his chest.
He didn’t stop. He rode me right through the peak, his heavy hand pressing my head down against the cold wood while his hips kept up a brutal, relentless tempo, driving me into a second, immediate climax before I could even catch my breath from the first.
“Take it all,” he demanded, his voice cracking with raw, unrefined instinct as I felt the thick, terrifying swelling at the base of his shaft begin to expand. “Accept the knot, Tara. Let your body admit what your stubborn tongue never will.”
The sheer sensation of his expanding knot stretching my entrance to its absolute physical limit pushed me over the precipice into complete, blinding oblivion.
As my vision went white and my trembling body gave out entirely under his weight, I hated that his scent still carried the exact same bitter cedar and wild pine that had ruined my life the night his scouts dragged me through the snow and threw me at his feet in the grand hall.
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