Wild by Sara Fields

Chapter 14

Revna

Ivar’s arms surrounded me, and I sighed with contentment, trying to grapple with how much my life had changed in a single day. My core throbbed hard and with a soft cry, I realized that my ordeal wasn’t over.

There would be no rest for me tonight.

My heat was returning. Quickly.

I had thought it had faded away with the formation of the mate bond between Ivar and me, yet the familiar boiling heat beneath my skin was returning with intensive force. Perhaps the power of the goddess had held the rest of estrous at bay. Whatever the real reason was, I couldn’t be sure, but I guess it didn’t matter now.

I did know one thing though. My body was calling for my alpha and I wouldn’t be able to rest until I got what I needed.

I lifted my lips to his ear.

“I need you, alpha. Please,” I begged. Already my voice was beginning to quiver and a single droplet of slick was dripping down my inner thigh. I panted softly, closing my eyes as my legs trembled with my desire.

“Anything for you, epsilon,” he purred, the delectable sound forcing my wetness from my body as it reverberated through me. I gasped softly in pleasure.

He swept me off my feet, carrying me into the temple. No one stopped us as he carried me into its depths. I enjoyed the feeling of his arms as the tempting scent of his alpha surrounded me, embracing me in its protection once and for all.

When I finally opened my eyes again, I saw that we’d returned to the moon gardens. I bit my lip, humming with the memories of what had happened here not so very long ago.

This was the place where he’d first bared and punished me.

This was the place where he’d first proven to me that I was his.

“My beautiful epsilon, you need your alpha, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear. His voice tickled my skin and I panted with need.

“Yes, please,” I purred.

“Be specific. Tell me exactly what you need, epsilon,” he groaned.

“I need your cock, alpha,” I whispered.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped into the pool of water at the center of the gardens and gently placed me down. Without saying anything at all, he began to wash the dirt and ash from my skin. His hands were rough, but thorough, and before longing my pale skin glimmered clean once again. When he was finished, he lifted me and carried me out of the water, walking over to where the moonlight shone the brightest and the flowers bloomed in a shimmering display of timeless beauty.

He laid me down. Beneath me was a thick layer of moss and I couldn’t help exploring the silky feeling of it with my fingers. It was soft and plush, holding my body like a pillow as his massive form moved purposefully over mine.

I looked up into the shining moonlight. He stared down at me with open adoration, and I couldn’t help but notice the way the glittering flower petals sparkled in his eyes.

My alpha. My fate. My love.

“Please, alpha,” I begged as his hips just brushed against mine, teasing me in its lightness. I lifted my pelvis in hopes that he would grant me mercy and give me what I needed, but he made me wait. He moved backward and stood up, looking at me with promise and making me shake with anticipation. He slipped his shirt over his head and paused, staring at me as if he wanted to devour me in that single moment.

Seeing him look at me like that only made me hotter.

He purred so quietly I thought I was hearing things. Instinctually, my body heard every single rumble and it reacted in kind. My core constricted tight and the burning arousal of heat blazed hot with concentrated fury. I could feel myself growing wetter with every passing second and I soon became worried about how long he was going to make me wait.

I wanted to feel him slip inside me. I wanted him to fuck me.

I needed it.

Hard.

“I’m so proud of you, my little epsilon,” he murmured as he unbuckled his belt and slid it free from his pants. He tossed it to the side, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it, lost in the memory of the day he’d used it to mark my bare bottom to remind me of my place right here in this very room.

My pussy clenched down hard.

With another purr, he pushed his pants down his hips. I sucked in a breath as he slowly revealed his thick length. I whimpered as my fingers dug into the moss beneath me, trying to keep myself still when all I wanted was to feel his massive cock sinking between my thighs.

“I want you to know something, epsilon,” he said and hidden in its undercurrent, I sensed a warning.

“What is it, alpha?” I asked nervously.

“Most omegas are granted as much time as they need to go through the process of estrous, but we do not have that luxury, do we? Do you know what that means for you, my pretty little epsilon?” he asked, and I shook with anxious arousal at the implication in his words.

“No, alpha. I don’t know,” I answered carefully.

“It means that what comes next is going to be very rough for you because it has to be. I need to make sure your heat is sated by the time the sun rises and that means that you’re going to be very, very sore by the time I’m through with you.”

I could scarcely breathe. I should have been afraid, but the only thing I wanted was him.

I needed him.

I needed my alpha.

He reached for me, offering his hand and I took it.

“On your knees, sweet epsilon. I’m going to begin with your pretty mouth,” he demanded, and a shiver of anxiety raced down my spine.

He hadn’t used my mouth before. I licked my lips.

Was that going to hurt too?

He didn’t leave me much time to worry about it. Without preamble, he pulled me forward and I caught myself with my hand as he took a hold of my chin in his fingers.

“Open for me, my pretty one,” he purred, and my upper teeth just brushed against my lower lip. I looked up at him and met his eyes, slowly and obediently opening myself for him. He slipped his thumb onto my tongue, grazing over it with the roughened surface of it. He groaned and I couldn’t keep myself from whimpering with nervous arousal at what was to come.

When he was done, he removed his thumb and edged his cock forward, placing it on the tip of my tongue. I didn’t move, unsure of what to do next. He took charge and pushed himself deeper into my mouth and the taste of him was all I could focus on for what felt like forever.

It was strong at first and incredibly masculine. As my tongue began to explore him, the flavor lessened to a milder and more intoxicating sweetness that tasted of salt, vanilla, and the hint of a decadently creamy dessert. I found that I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

I swirled my tongue around his cock, wanting to enjoy even more of the taste of him. With a groan of encouragement, he thrust gently in and out of my mouth. At first, I struggled to take his massive length and when the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat, I gagged.

“Swallow my cock, my little epsilon,” he growled, and my core clamped down hard as a rush of slick poured down my thighs. His once gentle thrusts soon turned rougher, and I whimpered around his thick length. Without thinking, I pressed my hands against his thighs, trying to push back and escape him.

“You will take what I give you,” he said darkly.

I couldn’t stop struggling against him and he pulled free of my lips. His cock shone with the wetness from my mouth, and he roughly gripped my upper arm. Without ceremony, he sat down on a nearby bench and swiftly pulled my naked body over his thighs.

His palm settled on my backside. His cock pressed against my hip, throbbing with his own need. My pussy clenched hard, and I tried to climb off him so that I could mount him myself.

“Oh, you feisty little thing. You’ve forgotten that you’re not in control when you’re alone with me, haven’t you?”

I froze.

“Do you remember what happened on this very bench not long ago?”

I squeaked with aroused fright.

“Tell me, epsilon. What happened last time when you forgot your place?”

“You spanked me, alpha,” I whimpered.

“That’s right. I spanked you hard enough to make you cry, didn’t I?”

“Yes, alpha,” I whispered.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, and I swallowed hard.

“Please don’t,” I moaned.

“Is it your choice, Revna?”

“No, alpha,” I answered quietly, biting my lip as a surge of need rattled through me. My hips rolled and my inner walls fluttered with wild excitement. With a shaky breath, I did as he asked and opened my thighs for him.

“You need a red bottom and a well-spanked, bright pink little pussy, don’t you, my fiery little epsilon?”

A pitiful moan escaped my lips.

His fingers slid between my thighs. I wailed, knowing that he was going to find me soaking wet.

“Answer me, my sweet epsilon, or else I’m going to make sure that pretty little pussy is bright red by the time I’m through with you,” he warned.

I closed my eyes, wanting to close my legs and knowing that I shouldn’t. It felt as though it was a battle just to tell him what he wanted to know, but I knew I still had to obey him all the same.

“Yes, alpha,” I finally managed.

“What do I need to do, epsilon?” he pressed. He wasn’t allowing me to escape this and that only made my pussy dampen further.

“You need to spank my bare bottom,” I murmured.

“There’s another very naughty part of you that needs a spanking, isn’t there? Tell me, Revna,” he coaxed, and my clit throbbed hard with arousal at the thought of his hand punishing me there.

“You need to spank my naughty little pussy too, alpha,” I wailed, closing my eyes, and feeling myself flush hard at voicing what I wanted and needed so very much right now.

“That’s right, little one. I want you to think about something while I’m spanking you, though. Do you know what that will be?” he asked.

“I’m not sure, alpha,” I whispered hoarsely.

“You will think about getting back down on your knees and thanking me properly for giving you exactly what you need with that pretty little mouth of yours,” he murmured, and I cried out with anxious need.

“Yes, alpha.”

His palm cracked down on my backside, hard and fast and merciless from the very beginning. The intensity of the burning sting caught me off guard and I tried to close my thighs to protect the sensitive flesh between them. As if he knew what I was planning before I did it, he tipped me forward and slipped one knee between mine, forcing me to keep my legs open whether I wanted to or not.

He spanked me so hard that I couldn’t stay quiet even from the beginning, though I tried. I clamped my lips shut, but with each stinging spank, my cries emerged anyway. He punished the lower curve of his bottom and with my legs spread as they were, his fingers even struck the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Occasionally, his fingers smacked against the tender wet folds of my pussy and that stung more than all the rest.

His fingers curved around my hip, holding me in place against him while he punished me as firmly as he wanted. Before long, the entirety of my backside was burning. My thighs were no different. It became difficult to even focus on the arousal fluttering through my core and the only thing I could think about was where his hand would fall next.

Even though it hurt, I knew my pussy was growing wetter.

My breathing quickened as I grappled with the growing pain and just when I started to worry that I was going to cry over his knee once again, his palm slowed and slipped between my thighs.

“Such a naughty little pussy,” he scolded, and his fingers tapped gently against my soaked folds. “So very wet too. This next part is going to be especially painful for you.”

I cried out, nervous as the promise of his punishment caused my clit to pulse. My heartbeat pounded in my chest and he cleared his throat.

“Ask me for it. Ask me to spank the place where you need me the most,” he demanded and a desperate cry of heated arousal broke free from me. My mouth open and shut with the inability to put together words.

“The more you make me wait, the harder this is going to be,” he warned, and in a rush, the words finally fell off my lips.

“Please spank my pussy, alpha,” I whispered, my voice nothing but a rumbling quake of nervous anxiety and hesitant need.

His palm slapped hard between my thighs and the intense sting caught me off guard. I keened loudly at first, but the vicious strike of his hand continued to fall despite everything I did to avoid it. The savage agony blossomed across my sensitive folds, each smack reverberating against my clit and settling deep within my core.

The ones where his fingers struck my needy bud directly were the most brutal, but as he punished me there between my legs, my body started to come alive.

My core twisted and turned with unrestrained need. My blood practically boiled and the harsh stinging between my thighs only made everything that much more intense. The wet sound of his fingers slapping my flesh was embarrassingly loud and that was arousing too.

I wanted the spanking to end, but I knew it wasn’t up to me. I found myself yearning to please him and I knew that I was going to have to use my mouth to do it.

For a moment, he paused and slipped a single digit inside me, purring softly with his approval.

“So very wet for me. Such a good little epsilon,” he murmured.

“Please let me thank you, alpha,” I begged, spreading my legs wider and arching back to take his finger deeper inside me. It made me crave his cock that much more.

“Not yet, my pretty little thing. I want this little pussy much pinker,” he growled, and a flurry of hard spanks rattled against my soaking wet folds. There was no possible way I could count how many times he slapped between my legs, but it didn’t matter. I took what he gave me as best as I could, knowing that I had no other choice.

I burned even hotter knowing that.

When he finished, I was choking back sobs, fully on the edge of tears. As if he knew, his fingers gently grazed against my scalded flesh. One fingertip pressed more firmly over my clit, and I squeaked as an intoxicating sense of agony and arousal burst over me with frantic intensity.

He taunted me with that single finger, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm before he pulled away and left me with the blazing ache of his palm and my own arousal.

“Are you ready to swallow my cock now like a good little girl?” he asked softly.

“Please, alpha. Please let me thank you with my mouth,” I pleaded.

“Then get down on your knees, my pretty thing, and show me exactly how much you appreciate your alpha giving you everything you need,” he commanded, and I yearned to do just that. He helped me to climb off his lap and I was grateful for that security. My legs felt like jelly and my body felt weak, but as I situated myself on my knees before him, I soon found myself getting excited to take him between my lips.

He stood up tall before me and I never felt smaller in my life. I reached for his hips and drew closer to him.

I was ready for this.

The tentativeness I’d felt before was gone. I took his cock in my mouth without hesitation, circling my lips around the head and dragging my tongue up and down the slit at the top. He groaned and I suckled him more enthusiastically, giving him all that I had and more.

My pussy felt so scalded that it spurred me on to pleasure him all that he wanted.

“I’m going to mark every beautiful hole in your tight little body with my seed tonight, epsilon,” he growled, and my pussy practically convulsed in anticipation.

I bobbed back and forth, taking him deeper. His fingers curled around the back of my neck and he thrust slowly into my mouth. He was taking control now and it felt right. He pistoned in between my lips and I did everything in my power to take it, feeling his cock slide deeper down my throat with every thrust.

The muscles at the back of my mouth still fought him, but with every thrust it grew easier to take him. I swallowed around his thick girth and he groaned loudly before he really began to use my mouth as he saw fit.

I choked on his length again and again, fighting back tears at how difficult taking him like this was. He was so big, and my mouth felt so small, but there was a certain beauty in being used like this that I couldn’t ignore.

My nipples were unbearably hard, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to brush my fingers against them. A zing of arousal jolted straight down to my core and I moaned around his cock just as he increased the pace of my mouth-fucking.

He used my mouth more roughly than before, jerking back and forth hard enough so that my jaw started to feel sore. With trepidation, I placed my hands back on his thighs as his grip on the back of my head tightened.

A sense of panic billowed forth and I knew the hardest part was yet to come.

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

He fucked my mouth so hard it hurt and the tears I’d been fighting off for so long began to fall. I cried out, the sound shamefully muffled by his cock and he grunted loudly.

I felt his cock throb against my tongue, and I tried to prepare myself for what was to come, but when the first spurt of his seed hit the back of my throat, I gagged hard. For several moments, I struggled, trying to force myself to swallow. Eventually, I managed to get my reflex under control and did my best to take every drop of his seed down my throat.

There was so much of it. I swallowed over and over, enjoying the feel of his cock against my tongue and his seed settling in my belly. The taste of him was the most delectable thing I’d ever had in my mouth, and it was making me so aroused that I could hardly stay still.

Finally, he released his hold on the back of my neck and he pulled free from my mouth. I expected his erection to lessen, but it was still as rock hard as ever. He wasted no time in forcing me back down on my back and without any warning at all, he thrust into my pussy in one extremely rough motion.

He forced every inch of his cock into my pussy hard enough that I saw stars. My pussy burned as he stretched me, and my inner walls gripped desperately at him as my body tried to force him out.

“Please! It hurts!” I begged.

“I told you I wasn’t going to be gentle, didn’t I?”

“Yes, alpha,” I wailed, and he pulled out all the way only to slam back into my pussy with a hard thrust. I cried out, a fresh wave of pain edging ahead of the arousal that would ultimately follow such a rough claiming. I was so wet that his cock slid in smoothly despite how much it hurt. I pushed at his chest and he captured my wrists in his hands and slammed them down over my head.

“I’m going to take this tight little pussy, and it’s going to hurt,” he growled.

He wasn’t lying.

His hips slammed hard into mine, over and over again so that his pelvis slapped against my pussy hard enough to reawaken the fiery sting he’d painted all over my sensitive folds. I keened, still tasting his cum on my tongue. Now that my voice was no longer muffled by his cock, I could hear it bouncing off the walls around us.

Without thinking, I started to roll my hips to meet his thrusts. He fucked me so hard that my pussy never stopped hurting, but my pleasure flared along with it all the same. Pain and pleasure transformed into something greater, a transcendent sensation that defied all reason.

I couldn’t have stopped that first orgasm if I tried.

It tore through me like an explosion, ecstasy and agony coming together and twisting me open with wild abandon. A scream tore from my throat and I felt myself tensing all around him. He never stopped fucking me, and I couldn’t stop coming.

It was a beautiful dance that only a bonded alpha and omega could experience, a beautiful dance that was finally mine.

My inner walls clutched greedily at his cock. My orgasm deepened, approaching the overwhelming void of blissful agony far faster than I was ready for.

A second orgasm clutched at my core and I felt it in the depths of my soul.

He thrust into me hard, again and again, using me so roughly that I knew I would be able to feel it the next day. I cried out with a third orgasm, and his pelvis slapped so hard against mine that it almost felt like he was spanking my pussy all over again.

He used me until he groaned with his pleasure and for a second time, his seed surged into my body that night. Endless spurts of his cum marked my pussy as his. Each one felt like a blistering lash inside me, driving me higher into my release along with it.

“I love you, Revna,” he purred, and my body clutched around him like a vise.

“I love you too, Ivar,” I breathed, and he pulled out of me and I felt his seed leak down onto my thigh.

Without warning, he flipped me over onto my hands and knees. I cried out with alarm as he gripped my bottom cheeks and spread me open.

Oh, gods.

He could see the place that no one else was supposed to see.

“Such a pretty little bottom hole. It’s going to be that much prettier after it’s as pink and sore as the rest of you,” he murmured, and I squeaked nervously as his thumb gathered my wetness and spread it over my tight rim. He pushed that thick digit into me, and I keened.

That hurt. That hurt so much.

“Please, alpha,” I begged.

“I’m going to break your heat with this tight little hole, my sweet epsilon. What comes next is going to be rough, but you’re going to take my knot here in the end. Prepare yourself, my sweet. You’re going to feel this with every step you take tomorrow,” he warned and just when I was about to try to crawl away and escape what he had planned, he grabbed my hips and his slick-soaked cock pressed against my bottom hole.

With a slow and terribly steady sureness, he began to push into my bottom.

“You’re too big!” I wailed.

“Your body is made for me, Revna. It may hurt, but you can take it,” he purred, and I practically melted beneath him.

My bottom hole burned red hot and consuming pain rattled up and down my spine. My body revolted against the massive intrusion of his cock. For several incredibly long moments, the agony intensified, and the sound of my cries grew louder and more desperate before it finally faded into a gradual soreness that I soon realized wouldn’t go away.

One of his hands slipped up the length of my spine and gathered the hair at the back of my head. He fisted it hard, and I wailed as pain radiated across the back of my scalp while he gripped my hips hard enough that I knew it was going to leave a mark.

He’d warned me he wasn’t going to be gentle.

And he wasn’t.

Not even a little bit.

He began fucking my bottom hard and fast, and so roughly that I questioned if I was only going to feel it for tomorrow and not for the rest of the week. I cried out, but that didn’t make his thrusts into my aching bottom slow even a little bit.

My backside still burned from his palm and when he released my hip only to slap it hard, I moaned, trying to grapple with the confusing mixture of sensations racing through my veins.

“Come for me, my pretty epsilon. I want to hear you scream for me as I claim this virgin hole,” he coaxed.

He read my body like a book. He knew what I needed, and he gave it to me.

He growled.

Loudly.

Instinctually, my body answered his call. My core cramped hard with that forced orgasm.

My body popped like a firework and I arched back, taking him deeper in my bottom than ever. I could feel myself tensing around him, and he groaned.

“You’re so tight, sweet girl. Keep coming for me. I love how your tight little hole clenches my cock with every single orgasm,” he growled.

He never stopped growling and I never stopped coming.

I lost all sense of self-control. He controlled my body with the length of his cock and the sound of his voice. I floated somewhere in the void of pleasure and agony, balancing on the edge of a knife and not knowing if I was going to fall into the dark abyss of either one.

Every orgasm was painful.

Each one was ecstasy far more powerful than I had ever known.

Every release threatened to send me so far into the blissful oblivion that I’d been missing my whole life. Now that I’d found it, I was never going to let it go.

I shivered and moaned, facing the raw devastation as bravely as I could. My legs quaked, and my hips rolled beneath him. I couldn’t stop myself from writhing with ecstasy as he used me. His claiming of my final virgin hole was savage and rough, leaving me with no question that he was the alpha, and I was his omega epsilon.

I came again and again. Sometimes by force. Other times on my own, but I took every inch of his massive cock in my bottom all the same.

I hadn’t known I needed this.

He had.

I hadn’t known I’d needed him either.

A surge of heat flowed through my body and the base of his cock pulsed as he sank all the way inside me.

“It’s time for this pretty little bottom to take my knot,” he warned, and I did everything I could to prepare myself for that.

But I couldn’t.

White-hot agony blossomed at the base of my spine as his knot began to inflate inside my bottom hole. He held me still, forcing all of his length inside as it grew larger and larger.

I was so very full.

I struggled and then he purred for me.

I started to come once more.

My core collapsed in on itself and I suffered through that last orgasm until at long last, his knot inflated fully inside me. It locked us together as one and he gathered me in his arms, lifting me so that my back pressed against his chest. He held me as I shook against him and it wasn’t until my orgasm finally began to fade that I realized that I was crying.

He’d broken me so thoroughly with pleasure and pain that I knew I would never be the same. It was then that his seed marked my third and final hole. I fell into the black chasm of ultimate devastation. As that final orgasm took hold, I knew I wouldn’t be able to claw my way back out. I closed my eyes and simply felt all that there was to feel.

My alpha would be the one to put me back together again.