Savage Prince by Alison Aimes

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Maxheim’s cock was as hard as stone. His wrists throbbed.

Mine.

She’d been positioned on a small platform inside a cage, arms stretched above her head. Her wrists were tied with a dark cord and latched to a hook in the enclosure’s ceiling while her stunning, shimmering, silver skin was showcased in a translucent red fabric that barely covered her lush tits and hips.

Mine.

He’d never seen anything more beautiful, more erotic, more wrong in his life—and he wanted to fuck her on that platform with every fiber of his dark, frozen soul.

Mine.

Thinking was difficult, his mind clouded. It didn’t matter. His body, his instincts, knew.

Her lips were lush and pink while her raven hair fell to her waist in long, wild curls streaked with cobalt blue. He needed both against his skin more than his next breath.

Mine.

He’d imprint himself so deep inside her no other male would dare covet what was his ever again.

The vortex of energy that crackled around her was intense. A kaleidoscope of sensations so vast and relentless it was easy to imagine drowning in it. A black hole determined to suck him under and strip away everything, especially the control he clung to so diligently.

Beautiful chaos. That’s what she was. What he’d always hated—and feared. But not right now. Right now, it was all he desired.

“You killed the guard.” Her voice was a lyrical, sultry song pulling him forward.

She didn’t sound sorry about what he’d done. That pleased him too.

Mine.

“Why are you here?” Her tits bounced as she spoke, her eyes flashing between gorgeous, unusual violet and enticing gold—proof she was as affected as he, falling into heat just as a good, obedient omega should.

“You.” He forced the word out. Speech was getting harder and harder.

Rut. Claim. Mark.

That was all that mattered.

Her full pink lips went slack, as if primed for cock and ready for anything.

Mine.

He’d put that sweet mouth to good use soon. Just as he would all her holes.

The comms on his wrist crackled.

Snarling, he slammed a finger down. “What?”

“Maxheim? Is that you? You sound strange.” Alexi’s voice echoed through the device. “I found Damien and dragged him out. We’re gathering the rest of the crew too. It’s a madhouse in there. Lots of dead, but no signs of our targets. Where are you? You need to get out.”

Maxheim’s finger lifted from the off button.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

Even the mask pressing on his nose and mouth was an impediment, blocking him from sensing all of her.

He knew there was a reason he was supposed to wear it, but . . .

He ripped the irritant from his face and hurled it to the ground.

Hells. The unfiltered scent of her almost sent him to his knees. Wild, unpredictable, she was the essence of sin and sex, of seething tumult and cresting need. It left him reeling. Drowning. Spinning out of control.

And wanting more.

With a roar, he wrapped his hands around the cage door and yanked. The flimsy lock broke easily. The door ripped from its hinges and sailed across the room.

Her breath came in frantic puffs as her tits heaved and she writhed in her bonds. Up close, the delicious, maddening scent of her filled his lungs.

“Mine.” He’d fuck her against the wall first. Then over one of the chairs. He wanted anyone left alive to see as he claimed her.

“Yours.” Her body softened beneath his command, her back arching toward him like a good omega should.

Ducking inside, he reached for her.

A flash of lucidity flickered in her stare. She flinched as if expecting pain. “Wait. You can’t touch—”

His palm closed around her bound wrists and drew her closer. “Mine.”

“Yes.” Shock flared in her gaze, followed by heat. She moaned, melting against him, her skin like silk. “So . . . good. Never been like this before.”

For him, either.

A spark of reason pierced his haze. “You.” He fought past the lust as some part of him recognized the source of the strange scent in the air. “You’re the reason for the mob . . . and the Brotherhood auction deaths . . . You’re the one . . . affecting me—and them.”

His gaze shifted to two dead Alphas on the ground, their eyes unblinking, crimson leaking from the slashes at their throats.

She was the source of the beautiful chaos. And the horrific death. She was the reason for his lack of control.

He forced himself to think. “Your gift is the cause.”

Regret flashed in her gaze. “Yes.”

Guilt slammed through him. But it wasn’t his emotion, it was hers. Followed by pain. Hers again.

“I-I can’t rein it in,” she whispered. “Or stop it. But with you . . .it’s different.”

Of course, it was.

She was his.

The only other living Alpha in the room grew more incensed, clawing at himself, lost to a maddened rage.

But not Maxheim. All he felt was the need to comfort. Claim. Rut. Knot. Breed.

To do whatever it took to obliterate the pain seething beneath his omega’s skin.

Rational thought slipped away as primal instinct took precedence. She was his, and he took care of what was his.

There was only one irritant left to cast aside.

With a snarl, he sliced a claw through the black slave collar at her neck and flung it aside.

The beast inside him howled with maddened pleasure. “Mine!”

She’d wear his band. No one else’s.

His palm wrapped around her throat.

His mouth crashed over hers.

* * *

Tess’s bodymelted beneath the Alpha’s onslaught. The dominant wrap of his hand around her throat while his tongue plundered her mouth was unspeakably erotic.

She never met anyone who could touch her and experience only the pleasure of her gift, without the violence and eventual madness.

It was shocking. But then she’d already realized this Alpha was like no other, his power limitless. Like a raging dust hurricane, his essence smashed into her blood and bones, snapping her resolve as if it had never existed.

She knew without a doubt she’d just discovered the reason for her gift’s erratic behavior.

Beyond that, lucid thought was difficult.

His tongue flicked in and out, claiming.

It drove her wild. Her usual numbness was nowhere to be found. The pain was absent too.

All that whispered through her now was a wild tempest of desire and, in the center of the storm, a shocking, beautiful peace and exquisite pleasure.

With him, she felt safe. Steady calm. Raw bliss.

A muscled thigh slid between her legs, the hard press of his thickness against her belly making her moan.

He captured the sound in her mouth, taking even that.

The taste of him left her reeling. Power, frost, command. It melted on her tongue and slid deep into her belly.

He was everything.

And she was his.

He growled low.

Hand tangling in her hair, he wrenched his mouth away. Only to scrap his fangs against her throat.

“Good omega.” He praised her show of submission. “Such a good female.”

Preening beneath his approval, she titled her throat back in deeper surrender.

She had never imagined such pleasure. The way her body tingled and burned. The sweet, agonizing pulse that beat between her thighs, desperate to be appeased.

The hand in her hair, released.

She mewled in protest—until she felt the whoosh of air and realized he’d sliced the tie that kept her restrained to the hook.

But not the binds around her wrists. He didn’t cut those.

Her bound arms dropped to rest against his corded forearm.

Palm still around her throat, he swallowed her small cry of pain with another savage kiss.

She felt his flare of excitement. How the mix of pleasure and pain thrilled him. As did his dominance.

She loved it too.

A howl sounded from behind. The heavy scent of blood filled the air. “Kill . . . Skolov.”

Lost to the shocking haze of need, she’d forgotten about the other male alive in the room.

But her Alpha had not.

Moving faster than she’d thought possible, he whirled around, putting his body between hers and the other male.

The attacker’s eyes were clouded with rage and violence, the wild chaos of her gift a dark, seething shadow in his stare. His body was a wreckage of bleeding wounds.

Clawing at his chest, the final bidder snarled and launched himself forward.

Skolov roared in return.

There was no time—or need—to try and summon her gift. Like two wild animals, the two Alphas clashed, fangs and claws flashing.

Mewling, she pressed her thighs together, her body quivering.

That faint, sane part of her noted she was no longer restrained. She could run.

But for the first time in her existence, freedom was not what she wanted most.

Hewas.

At that thought, the muffled rational part of herself shrieked in fury, disappointment, and shame.

But her omega instinct kept her bare feet right where they were. Planted to the dirty floor of her cage. Ready. Waiting. Needy.

Beneath Skolov’s claws, the attacking Alpha’s skin tore as easily as fabric. His body folded while his head rolled beneath a chair. Vanquished.

Her Alpha whirled to face her once more.

A splatter of blood streaked across his carved cheekbone. Unlike the others, his eyes were not cloudy or black. They were glittering red hot—and burning just for her.

Her gaze sunk to half-mast.

In the next heartbeat, she was yanked from her cage and into his arms.

Her spine hit the wall a moment later, his body pressed to hers, his hand around her throat.

The hard, massive heat of him was everywhere, blanketing her skin. The flimsy cloth at her hips no barrier against the massive bulge digging to her stomach.

Power and need slammed between them, ricocheting back and forth.

“Can’t . . . stop.” His mouth pressed to her ear. Nipped.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and ground against him. Needing the pressure. Craving the friction. “Need . . . you.”

With a roar, he grabbed her ass and hoisted her higher, fitting the thick bulge of his cock between her thighs. His hips pumped. Once. Twice.

They moaned in shared pleasure.

Her bound hands clawed at his chest. With a growl, he seized them and pinned them above her head, making it impossible for her to do anything but submit as he ground against her. “Mine.”

She didn’t know this male, but her body gave the only answer it could. “Yes.”

“Going to fuck you and knot you now, omega.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command, the force of his will crashing down on her once more. “Going to make you mine.”

Her hips jerked in response. “Yes.”

Whatever he wanted. Whenever he needed. She was so slippery and wet. Burning to be filled as no one ever had before.

Because Aldar had always said her gift was too precious to risk.

But he was her master no longer.

Only this male mattered. Only his need ruled her now.

This was all there was. His command. His cock. His control.

“Fuck me, Alpha. Please.”

“You will take all of me. How I want it. When I want it.”

She gasped as her feet hit the ground. In the next instant, she was whirled around, her cheek and body pinned to the wall.

The fabric around her hips tore. She heard the slice of trouser laces.

Rough hands closed around her. Her hips jerked back. Her bound wrists pressed to the wall for leverage as she bent at the waist.

That same small voice whispered in warning, but she was too far gone to care.

Desperate, she thrust her ass toward him. Urging him on, arching her back as she spread her legs wide.

“Higher.” He backed up his command with a firm tap to her backside.

She rose to her tiptoes.

“Good omega.” The head of his cock prodded her entrance. “Just like that. Spread and ready and waiting for my cock.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

He drove inside.

She screamed.

The ripping of her hymen was a shock of savage pain.