And she continued to yell in frustration—and not a small amount of pain—at her impotence as he simply lay there, buried deep within her, overwhelming her in every possible way he could, reducing her once rather exalted status—especially for a female—to nothing more than her ability to provide him with the children he got on her in one swift stroke.

"You were a virgin," he said, almost conversationally. There had been but the slightest hesitation from a body that was primed to receive him, but he noticed it.

She clamped her mouth shut at that, but not before she bared her teeth at him, snapping them shut loudly, as if biting down on the part of him with which he was currently impaling her. But those long arms of his were wisely holding him—all of him—well away from her mouth, unfortunately.

She was a smart woman, so as he engaged in his own battle to retain the famous control he prided himself in having, he tried to appeal to her intelligence. "If you would try to relax, it'll be much easier for you—you'll enjoy it." He was cursing his men for the need to take her now, when he didn't have the time he really needed to create the response he would want from her. Zerk knew that even if it would have been much better—much more likely to bond her to him if she could enjoy it, even be forced to enjoy it—it had to be done now if she was to have any measure of safety from being claimed as his and bonded to him. Granted, it wouldn't be much, but some men—probably most of those under his command, he hoped—would respect his prior claim on her.

And anyone who challenged that would be dealt with personally, by him, and in the harshest of ways.

"Fuck you! Get your motherfucking cock out of me!" Although she had resolved not to yell again, she was so incensed at the position in which she found herself that she descended to it almost immediately. She hadn't felt so out of control since she was the little girl he kept calling her.

"What's your name?"

The question threw her off, as he had intended it would.

For the first time—ever—he thought, she looked him directly in the eye. "Fuck. Off."

His patience, which had never been particularly plentiful or even present within him at all, some would undoubtedly say, was growing thin. Zerk drew her arms further above her head. "Tell me your name." He wasn't quite sure why he wanted to know it so much, but he did.

Her mouth remained tightly closed.

In response, he moved just enough to position himself very particularly within her, settling the tip of his cock a bit further back than it had been, up against a part of her that made her squirm once, then stop, but he caught the small movement—and her slight intake of breath—anyway, of course.

He knew he was right where he needed to be, and what her name was became a matter of much less concern to him.

Then, as his body egged him on, he pierced himself into her in that particular Alpha way, being deliberately cruel as he did so without warning, and pretty much knowing that she had no idea what he was going to do. He took perverse delight in being able to drive her past her stubborn resistance, even if it was into another blood curdling scream, this time, of pure, unadulterated pain.

Her body tensed beneath him as much as it could, fighting to alleviate the pain by changing positions. But not only was there no way to do that from beneath his considerable bulk, but there was not going to be any respite for her until he decided to release her from that peculiar form of bondage. She tried to come to grips with what he'd done to her—how he'd hooked her internally—she really did. But it was agonizing to the point that it took her breath and her prized intelligence clean away. There was no marshalling her faculties enough to get her mind past what he'd done to her.

She couldn't stop herself from continuing to scream, until what he did to her next caused her to want—no, need—to clamp her mouth shut again, against an entirely different kind of sound.

When she began to holler, he first looked around for something with which to muzzle her. But, it had been too long for him to still have such things quick to hand. Lacking that option, Zerk grimaced, taking her wrists into one big paw while sighing impatiently and reaching down between them—which wasn't easy, due to the disparity in their sizes—to find her thigh first, then past that and beneath himself, to claim her most intimate places even further than he already was.

She started a bit at his touch there, but there was nothing she could do to stop him, so she continued caterwauling.

She was deliciously wet, having been leaking onto the bed since he'd put her there, even while she was knocked out. And even though he knew he was hurting her terribly, her body knew that this was just one somewhat unpleasant part of a larger incredibleness, and it was doing its best to render her even sloppier than she already was. Experimentally, he tested the spot where he had joined them together, and she was seeping sluggishly out around him, too, although he couldn't imagine that he had ever been more tightly sealed to any woman.

Even Moia.

Zerk violently divorced himself from that thought as soon as it entered his head, forcing himself, instead, to concentrate on the woman beneath him, who seemed determined to relieve him of the ability to hear.

He wet two fingers generously in her honey, then began to run them up between lips that were already forced apart because of how widely he was stretching her, easily finding by feel exactly what he wanted as he began to move slowly within her.

Very suddenly, silence rained as he heard her teeth click together loudly again.

She found her voice again, though, a few short seconds later, and he wasn't quite sure if it was him moving that barb within her that she was protesting or the way he was gently brushing and occasionally pinching a clit that he could literally feel growing and swelling beneath his fingertips.

"Don't! No! Stop!" She must've been very innocent—a thought that he found bizarrely tantalizing in this day and age—not realizing that her incessant wiggling and squirming was only making him want to abandon his attempts to ease her way a bit and simply take her for himself alone.

He wished he had more time with her, especially this first time—wished it more than he wanted to think about. But he knew that the remnants of whatever was left of the pseudo-army he had cobbled together would be gathering in the command room, and that they were expecting him to be there, on time. He'd kept them together by the skin of his teeth over the past ten or so years, and he wasn't about to lose control because he'd decided to unexpectedly bring an omega in Alpha's clothing into his inner circle.

No, he couldn't bother with the niceties. She'd be here when he returned—if his men hadn't killed him by then—and he hoped, for her sake, that they hadn't—and he would force himself to spend more time doing all of the things he knew were more likely to result in her conceiving.

His body would make certain that was what he wanted to do, as hers would make her want him to do exactly that.

His mind, on the other hand, was already reluctant—as he was sure hers would be, too. But not enough to stop him from taking advantage of the rather unique situation that had presented itself to him.

Still, he left his fingers where they were as he began to drive into her more purposefully than before, garnering a few more groans from her at the strength and power with which he was claiming her.

And he was surprised as hell when he heard them turn into distinct moans. She was panting beneath him, head thrashing, chanting "No!" as her body—and his fingers—forced her to join the fray.

Zerk would swear that she went so far as to lift herself up to him, to offer herself to him—at least, that was, until his knot began to form just barely within her entrance, and her little cunt was forced to accommodate more of him than she probably imagined there was.

"Ow! You're hurting me! Stop!"

"No, little one. That pain, too, is yours to bear every time I breed you. But there are other compensations." He wiggled his fingers just slightly, and her hips slammed mindlessly up to greet his.

"No! No, stop! Don't do that to me!

He was astonished to realize that she protested much more loudly at the pleasure he was giving her. He half expected her to beg him for the pain, instead!

But he couldn't puzzle that out for long, nor did he bother to continue fondling her as the driving need overtook him, and he gave a low, growling groan as he began to release himself into her in big, splashy waves of come that slowly—very slowly—drained the swelling at the base of him.

It had been a while, granted, since he'd indulged himself, but Zerk was amazed at just how satisfying it felt to have an omega beneath him again. He remained stretched out on top of her longer than he should have, actually having to force himself to get up—although not before he secured her to the bed, tying her hands first, then her ankles, once he'd levered himself out of her.

She fought him, of course, and she was in superb physical condition. But she'd expended a lot of energy trying not to let him rape her, and her body wanted her to try to entice him into staying, so she was fighting the both of them as she tried to retain some semblance of freedom.

But she'd lost. She'd known it was a losing battle the moment she'd begun it, but she couldn't just lie there and let him bind her to the bed. She didn't dwell on the fact that he apparently did this often enough that he kept leather ties at the four points of his bed. That was a piece of information she could have lived without knowing about him.

He armored up before he left, pausing at the door to look back at her and teasing her cruelly at the same time by saying, "Be good, little girl."

As she frowned fiercely at that horrendous nickname he insisted on calling her, she heard him lock the door from the outside in several different manners, which was another discovery she hadn't wanted to make about him. She'd never been to his room, and she could understand an abundance of locks on the inside—which there didn't seem to be—but the outside?

She shivered. That did not bode well for her.

It smacked of the idea that there had likely been others like her.

And as far as she understood, and she'd at least known of him for quite a few years, he'd never had a mate.

For a long moment, she wrestled with herself, which seemed to be something that she was doing a lot of lately when she never had before. This time, she had to keep herself from dissolving into tears, which was the last thing she wanted to do. She had cried as little as possible in her life, having discovered the hard way that some people enjoyed making little girls—or women—cry, and she didn't intend to start now.

Unfortunately, her newly rebellious body seemed to have other ideas, and over the past forty-eight hours, she'd come close to dissolving into tears more times than she ever had in her entire lifespan, prior. But she did not intend to allow herself to fall into that weak-willed habit.

So, instead, she forced herself to concentrate on taking inventory. No broken bones, no cuts, probably some bruises, mostly between her legs, an area that was still both incredibly tender and, at the same time, incredibly sensitive and inflamed, as if it had been denied something that she couldn't even name.

She shrugged it off, though, as best she could, and began to look around the room for anything within reach that would cut through the leather that kept her there, but, of course, nothing presented itself. What she did notice was that, for the man who ran this whole place as well as its army and who had to be quite wealthy, he apparently had very simple tastes. There was the big bed she was in—the largest one she'd ever seen, not that she'd seen a lot of them—and there were several floor-to-ceiling bookcases crammed with more books than she'd ever seen before in one place against two of the walls. She noticed only one other door, which she assumed led to a lavatory of some sort. There was a small, basic table and two chairs, as well as a bureau, but no more than that. There were no decorations on the walls, no banners, no reminders from all of his triumphs.

Well, there was the fact that he wore a necklace of what was rumored to be the eyeteeth of his enemies beneath his armor, but she had been too busy being unconscious and then fighting to preserve the sanctity of her body once she awoke to try to substantiate that.

She'd lost—badly—and her body reminded her of that fact with every attempt she made at moving.

He hadn't had it on when he'd raped her, but then he'd been naked and busily subduing her—which he'd really accomplished merely by his enormous presence above her, much to her great shame.

But she couldn't allow herself to dwell on that. She had to get the fuck out of here, one way or the other!

So. No weapon on her, no weapon available nearby. She'd have to do it the hard way. No one except the enemies she had then dispatched had gotten close enough to her—in a very long time—to notice that she kept one fingernail on each hand that was longer than the others, which were kept trimmed. She certainly hoped that she'd be able to free herself before he returned, although she had no idea when that would be, but regardless of how long it took, she would work on it diligently whenever she had the chance to without giving herself away.

She was both delighted and disturbed to realize that someone else had gotten there before her and had done a lot of the work for her already. Within minutes, she had her right hand free—as that was her dominant hand—and seconds later, she was free.

Naked, but free. She hadn't noticed till then that the mo-fo had left with her clothes. Ah well. If she had to bust out of there naked, then so be it—that simply made it even more likely that she would die in the attempt, but that was a better fate than being held here, held captive to him, as well as her own needs and desires, raped at his whim and forced to give birth to his children, with no hope of retaining any of the autonomy she valued above all else.

She ignored her clamoring loins that claimed that, if he'd just been at it a bit longer, there was something more in it for her, at least within the act itself, anyway. She didn't want to know what might be in it for her. Every bit of her either hurt outright or ached in ways and places—inside and out—that she never expected to, which only seemed to make her even angrier. The entire disgusting experience had been a terribly painful pursuit—as she'd always thought it probably would be even before her body went crazy on her, lying to her and tantalizing her with the possibility of something ephemeral but ecstatic that had been proven to be a lie.

He'd certainly enjoyed it—there was no denying that. But there was only more agony and anguish waiting for her as long she remained here, under his thumb. Every step she took away from him—away from his scent that was entirely too comforting and alluring to her already—was painful in a new and different way that she was eager to put aside, although it became harder and harder to do.

She forced herself to concentrate on small goals—getting herself out of the room, out of the secret passageways, out of the headquarters, out of the city, eventually, she hoped, although she was a realist about her chances of accomplishing any of those things.

At least, in doing this, she would die with honor—fighting for her life. It was no more than she had expected for the majority of her existence. She wouldn't—couldn't—be reduced to some sort of mindless animal who only wanted to fuck, and because of that weakness, allowed her Alpha to control her life.

She couldn't be that way—she wouldn't!