My Alpha Husband Refuses to Mark Me

In the bridal chamber, the rich scent of raw sandalwood and the crisp tang of sharp lime twisted together in an almost violent entanglement.

"Ah... Ryan... too deep..." I lay on my back on the wide bed draped in dark crimson silk sheets, my hands clutching the fabric beneath me so hard that veins stood out on the backs of my hands. My legs were folded roughly toward my chest by the man above me, spread wide in a completely exposed position as I endured his invasion.

Ryan Corian—the man I had looked up to from the audience since our university days, the man I had harbored a secret crush on for four long years—now loomed over me.

His face, usually stern and devoid of excess emotion, was flushed with a hint of wickedness and raw sexuality born of lust. His solid, powerful torso gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat, and with each contraction and thrust of his muscles came the relentless penetration of his intimidatingly large, flushed cock driving mercilessly into my body.

As an Omega, my body had never been quite like other men's. Beneath the surface of ordinary male anatomy, I carried a different architecture entirely—my rectum served as the entry point, but unlike Beta or Alpha males whose rectal passages ended in the usual biological terminus, mine extended deeper. At the furthest reach of that passage, separated by a membrane that remained tightly sealed except during heat, lay a hidden reproductive chamber. It was this secondary structure, this womb that existed where ordinary men had none, that marked me as Omega and made me capable of carrying a child.

That thick shaft—over twenty centimeters long—was covered in prominent, bulging veins. The head forced open my tight ring of muscle and plunged deep into the warm, slick depths of my rectum, driving toward that innermost boundary. The layered folds of soft tissue lining my passage were stretched flat and scraped raw by this brutal instrument, and each time the coronal ridge withdrew, it dragged out copious amounts of white fluid and clear lubricant that frothed into sticky foam around my swollen, reddened entrance.

I loved him so much.

From the moment I learned that my father intended to use me—his unloved bastard son—as a bargaining chip in a business deal and marry me off to Ryan, I had been secretly overjoyed. So on this wedding night, I offered no resistance. I had even willingly stripped away my clothes and softened myself to welcome him.

"Ryan..." I panted, my eyes brimming with tears wrung out by sheer sensation. I couldn't help but release my grip on the sheets, trembling as I raised my arms toward him, wanting to wrap them around his neck, wanting to kiss the bobbing curve of his throat, wanting to give him my whole heart along with this body, completely and utterly.

But the moment my fingertips brushed against his sweat-slicked shoulder, Ryan straightened abruptly and seized my wrist in a crushing grip that made my bones ache. Those amber eyes—so decisive and ruthless in the boardroom—burned with raw carnality but held not a trace of tenderness.

"Don't waste your energy playing these sentimental games, Perry," Ryan said, looking down at me with a mocking curve to his lips. "The Bain family sent you to my bed to plug a hole in their cash flow. Your life, your body—I bought them both with cold, hard cash."

Even as he spoke those cruel words, his hips never stopped moving. In fact, he thrust upward suddenly, as if in deliberate retaliation.

"Ah!"

I cried out as the swollen head of his cock ground mercilessly against the raised bump of my prostate deep inside.

"So sensitive? Just a little pressure and you're leaking everywhere." Ryan let out a low, raspy laugh. He released my wrist and instead brought his palm down hard on my left buttock, the slap leaving an immediate red handprint on the pale flesh.

"Listen carefully," Ryan said, his hips beginning to piston like a jackhammer, each thrust driving straight to the core and slamming brutally against the sealed entrance to my reproductive chamber beyond. "This is a one-year business transaction. We signed a prenup—assets stay separate, and we don't interfere with each other's lives."

His cock pounded in and out of my passage faster and faster, the rigid shaft scraping my tender inner walls until they burned with a mix of pain and a numbing pleasure that shot straight to the back of my skull. My body slid toward the headboard under the force of his assault, only to be dragged back by his hands clamped around my waist, forcing me to swallow that scalding length again.

I bit down on my lower lip until I tasted blood. My heart felt as though it were being crushed in an invisible fist, the pain so intense I could barely breathe.

Of course I remembered that harsh agreement—

Not to interfere with his life, not to claim any share of his wealth, and even...

"Don't forget the most important clause," Ryan murmured, leaning down so his hot breath ghosted over my ear, each word slicing through my nerves like a blade. "No going into heat, no asking for my mark, and absolutely no getting pregnant."

Tears finally spilled over and splashed onto the dark red pillow. A bitter ache roiled in my chest. I had thought that if I was obedient enough, if I showed him my softest, most vulnerable side, he might eventually soften toward me. But here he was, at the very moment my body craved him most, throwing those cold contractual terms in my face one by one.

My lime-scented pheromones, reflecting their owner's sorrow, turned sour and faint.

Ryan clearly noticed the shift in my emotions. He frowned, seemingly displeased by my unprofessional response as a bed partner.

"What are you sulking about? Isn't this what you aristocratic brats are used to—trading sex for profit?" Ryan sneered, then suddenly hooked his hands behind my knees and spread my legs even wider, nearly forcing me into a full split. The position left my entrance completely exposed and shortened the effective depth of my passage.

He pulled his cock—slick with fluids and sticky with secretions—almost all the way out, then slapped the swollen rim of my entrance with it a few times before snapping his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

"Ngh—ahhh! Too deep—Ryan—you're going to tear me apart—"

I screamed, thrashing wildly. That burning hot shaft drove straight to the deepest part of my rectum, the massive head pressing hard against the fragile membrane that sealed off the reproductive chamber beyond.

The sensation of my insides being forcibly compressed and battered, the mingling of terror and pleasure, blanked my mind completely.

"Your mouth says you're hurt, but this slutty hole of yours is honest enough—clamping down on my cock and gushing even more fluid." Ryan's breathing grew rough and labored. Verbally he continued to mock and suppress me, but his movements were anything but rational. Like an insatiable beast, he began a merciless onslaught.

—Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound of his balls smacking against my ass echoed through the bedroom.

Ryan's thrusts grew more savage. His cock, soaked and swollen from the slick fluids inside me, scraped every sensitive inch of my inner walls with its veins. Each time he drove in, he ground cruelly against my prostate, wringing from me a mess of tears and mucus as I convulsed beneath him.

"Does it feel good? Being fucked senseless by the poor bastard your father looks down on—does it feel good?" Ryan's gaze darkened further. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw, then did something extremely dangerous without warning.

A wave of sandalwood-scented Alpha pheromones—so concentrated they felt almost tangible—erupted from his glands like a tsunami.

I knew exactly what an Alpha's pheromones at this concentration meant—and I knew how defenseless I was against them. I had never been marked. No Alpha had ever bonded their scent to mine, which meant my body had built up none of the tolerance that a claimed Omega might carry. For an unmarked Omega caught this close to a releasing Alpha, there was no buffer, no resistance. The pheromones didn't ask permission. They simply entered.

"No... please... Ryan... don't release your pheromones..." I stared up at him in horror, my body instinctively sensing both the threat and the temptation.

The high concentration of Alpha pheromones invaded through my respiratory system and through the intimate connection where our bodies joined, flooding wildly into my bloodstream. The commanding, arousal-inducing sandalwood scent flooded the entire room in an instant, enveloping, devouring, and crushing my already faint lime scent beneath it.

"Didn't you want me to fuck you?" Ryan pinned me down, his thick cock wedged deep inside me as he continued to release pheromones in waves, assaulting my fragile nerves.

My body began to heat uncontrollably. My blood felt as though it were boiling, burning away every shred of rational thought. The gland at the back of my neck throbbed violently, as if it might burst open.

The most terrifying reaction occurred deep inside my body—

The sealed entrance to my reproductive chamber, lying just beyond the deepest reach of my rectum, began to soften and relax involuntarily under the relentless stimulation of the Alpha pheromones and the massive intrusion hammering against it from the other side. Thick, scalding slick poured out from within, instantly drenching the head of Ryan's cock.

"Ah—ahhhh—so hot... Ryan... I'm burning..."

My rationality shattered completely. Biological instinct seized full control. I writhed desperately, actively drawing his cock deeper into my swollen, soaked entrance, and even shamelessly ground my hips, trying to coax that thick, hard shaft through the barely parted seal and into the reproductive chamber beyond.

I had gone into heat.