Psycho Beasts: Enemies to Lovers Romance (Cruel Shifterverse Book 3)
Psycho Beasts: Chapter 28

A few minutes earlier

I curled on the bed and heaved as my dick throbbed with agony.

An omega wasn’t supposed to go through heat until they’d fully bonded with their alphas.

Even then, it usually took months before an omega’s body was comfortable enough to want to procreate.

Punching my pillow, I gnawed on my lower lip, desperate for the wave of agony to stop clawing at my lower stomach.

Walter, who had served the family for years and was very knowledgeable on all ABO bodily afflictions, thought my unusual heat was because of the years I’d taken suppressants in the fae realm.

Even so, it shouldn’t have been this intense.

I screamed into my fluffy pillow as I rutted onto the covers and rode out the pain.

The worst part was while the bond between the men was growing stronger, I didn’t want to fuck them.

With my past…I refused to fuck someone just because.

I refused to use my body for pleasure while my mind screamed at me to stop.

I refused to come while my spirits sank and I broke.

I’d lived like that for years, and I promised myself I would rather die than do it again, because I knew there was only so much I could take before I shattered forever.

I punched the bed as my hips jerked, and I slammed my face harder into the pillow.

There was only one alpha I’d ever met that my omega wanted.

Only one scent that made me delirious with need, that I could imagine calling my own.

Sweet fucking cranberries.

I couldn’t go five seconds without thinking about her.

When she’d been spread on the bed beneath the alphas, nailed to the headboard with my knives, it had taken every ounce of self-control I possessed to not join them on the bed.

Sadie.

Fuck, she was perfect.

My hips jerked with need.

I’d flirted with Clarissa just to piss her off, even though the scent of lemons grated across my senses and my stomach churned with disgust.

It had been a big fucking mistake because Clarissa had recognized the signs of an omega going into heat and had become aggressive.

She had no clue that it was all for Sadie.

It had nothing to do with her.

I clawed at my dick, groaning as the sensitive skin burned hotter and as my touch did nothing to cool the overstimulated flesh.

Now, because I’d acted like a fool, Clarissa had made up some fucking lie, and Sadie had drifted further away from me.

Sadie had rejected me.

The only alpha I’d ever dreamed about calling my own, the only one I wanted to worship for my immortal life, had turned me down.

I hadn’t joined her and the alphas on the bed because I knew she was still mad at me. She’d known the alphas longer and had a different relationship with them.

I refused to make her uncomfortable.

I refused to hurt her because I was a mindless omega going into heat.

It was probably for the best; she had scoffed when I’d pinned her to the bathroom wall and slapped her soaking cunt.

She was an alpha, after all, and they always liked to be on top of an omega.

It wouldn’t have ever worked out between us.

The truth was agony.

I bit down on my pillow and screamed until my voice was hoarse as waves of fiery heat attacked my dick.

It didn’t matter; I wouldn’t survive this.

Everyone knew an omega’s body would stoke hotter until they’d found a suitable alpha to take during their heat. There was a reason omegas were treasured and protected by their pack.

If an omega didn’t have alphas to help them through the heat, they didn’t survive.

“Fuck.” My hips jerked harder, and the silk sheets did nothing to stop the inferno blazing across my delicate flesh.

“Xerxes, it’s Sadie. Open up!” my alpha’s voice yelled outside.

Great, I was fucking hallucinating.

The door rattled as someone kicked it aggressively. “XERXES!” The delicate scent of cranberries caressed my nose.

Fuck. I wasn’t hallucinating. She was really outside the door, and my hips pistoned faster as I imagined her taking my seed.

I punched the bed and moaned in despair.

No. This was wrong; she didn’t want me.

She needed to get away from me.

The tethers of control I’d prided myself on were ravaged at my feet, symbolic of what I wanted to do to her.

With all my might, I shouted with authority, “Go away, Sadie!”

Please, moon goddess, make her walk away. Protect her from me.

Sadie shouted back, and my balls tightened at the sound of her voice, the scent of cranberries growing stronger.

Mindlessly, I yelled back.

My dick was back in my palm, and I was tugging at it as hard as I could, barely conscious, until she yelled that she was going to kick the door and hurt herself.

FUCK. I banged my fist against my head. “No! Sadie, you aren’t coming in here!”

Sadie said she was going to hurt herself.

Before I could stop myself, I threw open the door, instinctually catching her leg midswing.

My brain short-circuited…I was touching her.

Staring down at my fingers, I marveled as her calf muscles bunched against my palm. So delicate yet so powerful.

My alpha looked like a princess but fought like a warrior.

Even now, dark bruises covered her skin, remnants of the beatings she’d taken. The beatings she’d survived.

It only made her hotter.

Intoxicating cranberries filled my senses, and my vision crystalized with hyperfocused clarity as my mouth watered.

My need to taste fucking cranberries or die battled with my respect for Sadie. She deserved a gentleman, not a rabid animal.

A wave of blinding pain, the worst yet, made my dick jerk against my stomach and sticky precum smear my abs.

Fucking cranberries.

Feminine arousal spiked like an aphrodisiac, and every thought fled my brain as my hand wrapped tighter around Sadie’s leg.

The choice was out of my hands. It was already made.

I yanked my alpha into my nest, and as I threw her onto the bed I’d been rutting against, I omega-whined with excitement.

Skin smoldering, I shredded my pants, desperate to show off my cock to my alpha.

Sadie’s white hair fanned around her, gold skin glowing in the firelight, as my warrior princess lay on the bed. In my nest.

She purred.

My balls tightened.

Her ridiculously lush lips, stained red like the cranberries that wafted off her, mouthed something.

“No,” I responded mindlessly.

My alpha warrior worried too much. As her omega, it was my job to calm her.

I needed to show her that I would take care of her. “Look, Sadie.” I grabbed my cock and pushed it down, precum weeping from the tip at the proximity to my alpha.

There was a reason male omegas were priceless treasures, and it wasn’t just because we calmed alphas and unified packs.

Females had locks inside their pussies that stroked alpha cocks.

But it was omega men who were called the masters of female flesh and the enslavers of pleasure and rumored to be blessed by the moon goddess herself.

Our cocks vibrated to a frequency that no enchanted sex toy had ever been able to match; our knots were attuned to a clitoris and instinctually ground against it.

We were sex gods.

Sadie snapped something about Clarissa, and rage unfurled through my chest. How dare she mention an inferior alpha in my nest.

A whine ripped from my throat.

I wanted to scream at Sadie, shove my teeth deep into her flesh, and ram my cock into her tight pussy.

It took every ounce of self-control to say, “No. Never. Only Sadie.”

Sadie didn’t say anything, and my stomach twisted.

She was going to reject me again because she recognized I wasn’t good enough for her.

She disapproved.

“Please, Sadie.” My heart was breaking.

Instead of her leaving like I expected, her purr rumbled louder, and the growing rage in my chest immediately extinguished.

I relaxed.

My alpha was pleased with me.

Sadie needed to see my cock. I had to show her that I was good enough for her, that I would only bring her pleasure.

I tried to show her, but my prideful alpha wouldn’t look down, and a chuckle rumbled through my chest.

Such a little brat.

Sadie licked her luscious lips, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I was barely cognizant that we were speaking.

Her golden skin flickered in the flames, catlike features mesmerizing me like no alpha had ever done before.

I saw her face in my daydreams and my nightmares.

I grabbed the silky skin of her sharp jaw—I couldn’t help myself—and I traced my fingers across those berry lips.

Sadie purred louder but wouldn’t look down.

I pressed my thumb into her sweet mouth and pushed on her warm tongue until her pretty head tilted, ruby eyes staring at my aching cock.

“Good girl,” I praised her.

The scent of cranberries and arousal grew stronger.

More precum wept from my shaft.

I praised her again, “Good girl,” and her pupils expanded until her eyes were black. My nose tingled, and I groaned at the scent of her wet pussy.

My knot vibrated.

Cranberries spiked sweeter. I licked my lips and shuddered. Her taste was an aphrodisiac.

But I didn’t move.

As waves of agonizing need rolled through me, I dug my heels into the carpet and stood still.

Sadie deserved to be treated right, and I would not rut her like a mindless beast.

Sweat rolled down my spine as she gaped at my vibrating dick.

Abruptly, she fell off the bed.

Sprawled on the carpet, white hair tangled around her golden skin, she smiled up at me like the perfect playful alpha she was.

Before I could stop myself, I growled, “You’re mine.”

She agreed.

Every cell inside my body stilled with shock, and my inner voice that had been screaming at me to be a gentleman went silent.

She agreed.

Sadie agreed.

My alpha agreed.

She was mine.

I lunged forward and pulled at the sweatshirt that was covering her flesh, hiding her away from me, and I ripped the offending material to shreds.

Golden skin gleamed, and dark-cherry nipples puckered on teardrop tits.

Each of her tits was a little less than a handful, small enough that I could suck the entire thing into my mouth and sink my teeth around it. They were perfect.

Sadie covered her chest, and a flush stained the tops of her cheeks.

“Don’t,” I whispered as I fought the urge to pin her hands above her head and rut her.

Sadie was delicate and inexperienced; her first time should be special.

My knees gave out, and I crawled atop her.

Her pulse leaped against the delicate skin of her neck, and the fluttering of her tawny skin mesmerized me.

If I bit into it, if I pierced the skin, others would know she was mine.

I’d have to bite it every day, so she always wore my mark, but that was no problem.

I leaned forward to claim her.

Sadie shivered in the dim light, and memories of overbearing alphas stalking me through dark rooms had my muscles seizing.

I stilled.

Memories of overwhelming fear, as the alphas lost themselves to their urges and rutted me like beasts, made my stomach cramp.

The worst part hadn’t been that I wasn’t sexually attracted to them, that I hadn’t wanted them to take me, that I’d begged them not to.

The worst part was that I’d liked the violence.

When they’d stalked me, my dick had always been hard. And when they’d roughed me up, bitten me as they took what wasn’t theirs to take, I’d come repeatedly.

It was part of why I’d fled.

Cruel faces had laughed as they’d dragged knives down my flesh, and I’d moaned with pleasure.

As a crazed alpha had rutted me, he’d slapped me with his impossible strength until my head snapped to the side.

At the force of his blow, I’d always come.

They’d spat in my face. “You’re the most twisted omega in this whole fucked-up realm. Omegas are supposed to be soft. You’re lucky we bought you, because you could never handle a woman. You’d break them.” He’d slapped me again, and my body had jerked with pleasure. “I’ve never even heard of an omega liking it rough. Such a waste. You’d scare any woman away.”

That night, I’d run.

The worst part: I liked my sex violent, and I’d never been in heat before.

In the present, arms trembling with Sadie splayed beneath me, I choked out desperately, “If you don’t want this. The heat is overwhelming. I’ll stop. Sadie. Tell me. Please.”

I hated myself.

Of course she didn’t want me; I was acting like a rabid beast.

Pulling away, I fought the urge to slam my fist against my head. I would lock myself in the bathroom. Pull the marble vanity off the wall and blockade the door so I couldn’t get to her.

Delicate fingers grabbed my shoulder. “Yes, I want this.”

I stopped breathing.

“Please, I want all of you. Don’t hold back,” she rasped.

All semblance of control snapped.