Blurb:
He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first
Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence
while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.
Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.
Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and
culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation
chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules.
There is no freedom.
Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome
is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.
***
Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are
subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his
priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what
he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.
Publisher’s Note: The
Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes
and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not
purchase.
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Excerpt:
Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her
lips would sigh while her brain would scream.
He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small
Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.
Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.
She was possessed.
And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d
flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.
Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and
called her prize.
What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important,
nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She
knew better. It was a mind obliterator.
It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t
sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew
in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing,
Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up
and see what he’d done.
There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft
nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to
press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather
under her body.
He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even
with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm
away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It
stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.
Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.
A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device
inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to
mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place
before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you
would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these
moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this
way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”
Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward
at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to
nothing.
All by a single pulsating machine.
A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female's sex
organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.
The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled
her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the
sheets and fight against its intrusion.
Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced
it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her
struggles and redoubled its attack.
The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right
out of each nerve.
Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her
passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating
nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and
made her groan until drool hung from her lips.
An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning
her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and
her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.
He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around
the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.
Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his
weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the
damage and not some cold machine.
He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown
pupils.
The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and
twitching.
When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d
smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs.
Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex
was the sweetest cream.
“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What
exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her
juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you
to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”
As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her
up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her,
Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down
the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.
His cock.
She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.
The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his
fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in
euphoric pain.
Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back
from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.
The worst had yet to come.
He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false
knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right
size to be exploited.
Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and
twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening,
smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two
more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine
had made inside her.
His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed
surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over
until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.
He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her
parted lips.
When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in
her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.
Without question.
Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty
taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigor than he’d displayed between
her legs, Brenya submitted.
In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to
understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.
Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.
She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave,
and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his
whirring device.
That had been last night, all night.
Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he
was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.
Betas were never reassigned.
He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two,
you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”
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