Corrupted (Alpha's Claim Book 5) by Addison Cain (read more books txt) 📕

tell by the fact that you stand this close to the glass that you truly have no idea of who I am or what I am capable of. The Omega is uncomfortable, because your botched attempts to poison me have failed, yet she eats. She sleeps. You are whining over an inconvenience to a woman who will hate you either way. And you are coming to terms with the fact that this situation did not unfold as you expected. The greatest mistake you have ever made was tempting me with a taste of her. And I will see that you pay for it.”

Something about the trapped Beta’s threat unsettled Jacques deeply—the honesty that rang through the tiny sliver of the man he could feel. The dead-eyed stare. “I could make your life here one of luxury. It is in Brenya’s best interest that I do so. As an act of good faith, I have let you watch me fuck her. What if I were also to have her used clothing sent to your cell so you can smell sweet slick? I will even send you a skilled Beta female to mount. She can simulate the experience. I am only asking that you eat and end this charade. I cannot let you starve to death any more than I can let you walk free as you are.”

“To be clear—” Jules smirked, languidly rolling a shoulder as if he were already amidst a flawless carnal experience. “—when I fuck Brenya Perin, I will show her heights your fumbling ineptitude will never approach. And after I have ruined her for all men, it will be my name she screams when you force your way into her nest.”

A very Alpha growl filled the air at such slander. It left Jacques swelling in stature, a snarl on his face. “You forget that I bore witness to how little finesse you showed when you rammed your Beta cock up my sweet Omega’s ass. I have tasted the pleasures of that hole since, so I understand why you roared and tore at her throat. We fucked her together, but you were something else entirely. Inhuman in your slathering cult language. It took five of my best Alphas to tear you from her after she had passed out. So many tranquilizers I am amazed you still breathe.”

And Jacques now understood why the pair of them had awoken in unison the following day. Their Omega-Beta connection ran on a very physical level. And that would be handled. Now that he grasped what he was dealing with, it would be handled immediately.

So he feigned, “Perhaps another day or two of starvation will make you more reasonable. Consider my offer. There could be a life for you here, once you fall in line. A new Beta every day to satiate your urges, as many males or females as you wish. Projections of Brenya to remind you of the gift I bestowed upon you.”

An image alighted on the glass between them, sparked into false reality by the translucent life-size three dimensions.

Brenya bloomed into clarity—shy, reserved, delicate.

Smiling at the projection of his mate, knowing the exact moment he had captured her perfection, Jacques reached out as if to touch Brenya, standing in the breeze of his balcony right as the perfect gust of wind softly led the hair about her face to dance. Her dress shaping to her form and highlighting exceptional breasts. It was the same projection that played over and over on his desk when he attended to his duties and could not be with her.

And he was sharing this to tame the rabid dog whose violence almost unseated Jacques’ knot as the link was forged.

“Isn't she beautiful?”

The Beta had yet to glance toward the gift. So Jacques sweetened the offering.

Brenya resting, alone, in his bath. Milky water lapped at pert nipples, the Omega fingering her scabbed bite marks on her shoulder and neck, staring off into space.

Just as he suspected, the Beta could not resist a quick glance. Those unnerving blue eyes focused solely on the claiming mark that had almost ripped Brenya’s neck in half.

This monumental moment, the reason this projection has been chosen, offered Ambassador Jules Havel an opportunity to view his work outside of the rut. Physical proof that these games would end and he would learn his place. That vicious mark had purchased the Beta a life of unending pleasures… if only he would adapt to new circumstances.

“I will not be unkind to your position, Jules Havel. In fact, I am eager to indulge your cravings.”

The image of Brenya soaking in the tub melted away into a new scene. Gloriously naked, Jacques’ Omega straddled his lap, taking his girth, her pupils blown despite her ability to fully seat him in her cunt. Yet her body was dragged down, impaling her deeper still as Jacques maneuvered her at his whim. Though her hands tried to brace against his chest, all of her was bounced with his strength and her resistance—small breasts bobbing, hair flying, her mouth open as an unexpected orgasm arrived before he might knot. He drove forward and locked them together, her head lolling back to feel her Alpha bloom in the sweetest cunt. Eyes went wide, the Omega rolling her hips as if she might glean more as her belly expanded from his come as if her tiny body had not tried to unseat and deny an organ so large.

Jacques had been so proud.

Watching it, though he had viewed this moment dozens of times, made his cock pulse to life. Proud and throbbing against his trousers, his erection leaked, waiting to be choked and drained. Always ready for her, and Jacques had nothing but pleasure in knowing the Beta could see but not touch.

“You can feel when she climaxes, so you’ll know that once I return to the nest, I will take her in this exact way and prepare a new projection for you. There is no shame in pleasuring yourself, knowing such a generous