break this bond

Syverson wouldn't admit it to Rowen but he was surprised when she leaned up on her knees, doing as she was told. He'd expected her to try and reason with him, to tell him no and yet she had done exactly as she was told. His touch was gentle despite his actions as he pushed her hands above her head. His grip remained on the belt, keeping her hands out of his way even if she tried to move. His free hand teased down her side until his fingers brushed against her panties. Sy's thumb dipped beneath the fabric before he tore them from her body.

Cupping her pussy, Sy's fingers pressed between them. "Already so slick for me, omega. You sure you haven't been with an alpha before? Hm?" He teased. Being locked in the room with her, her scent was becoming even more intoxicating. His gaze darkened, his cock twitching in his pants. Pressing his thumb against her clit, Syverson started teasing the sensitive nub with the lightest touch he could. Rowen was innocent, she'd never been touched by an alpha before. He wasn't going to let her forget this ever, even if Sy never saw her again.

"Want my knot, don't you, 'mega?" Syverson murmured against her skin. He nipped at her neck, only pulling his hand away from her when her hips began to rock against his. "Want me to fill you up?" He breathed before he pulled away from her. "Don't move your hand,s" Sy ordered before beginning to trail a line of kisses down her torso, moving his attention to her nipple. His tongue wrapped around it, tugging her nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed against it, dragging a moan from her lips.

Rowen trembled, flinching with each kiss he placed down her body. Her back arched as his hands left the belt, gently roaming down her skin. She made sure to keep her hands above her head, not wanting to upset him. For the moment, his touches were soft, the kisses he placed on her skin were gentle, every touch was bearable even as his teeth grazed her nipple. The moan that escaped her lips was involuntary, her whole body betraying her. She wanted to reach out and touch him badly, but she didn't dare.

"P-Please, Alpha..." She moaned, rubbing her thighs together, unable to ignore just how hot she felt. Rowen couldn't believe she was almost in a puddle for this man, begging for him. Bucking her hips a bit more, she whined, feeling the urge to completely submit to him. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She wanted to please him, to hear him call her a good girl again. Wanted to feel his strong hands all over her body. "I-I want your knot," she moaned, completely embarrassed by what she was saying. She felt humiliated, completely subservient to him. The more aroused she became the more pheromones she put off. Honey and lavender filled the room, mixing with his burnt firewood and petrichor. It was fresh and sweet, like a warm rainy summer night. The Young girl felt intoxicated by his musk. All she could do was beg and try to please him. Hopefully that was enough to keep him calm and gentle with her.

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"Where do you want it?" Syverson prompted her in a low voice, his eyes locked on hers as he watched her twist and shiver beneath him. He hadn't expected her to ask for more, he'd expected her to be silent as he buried himself inside her. Here she was, begging him like a good little omega. Syverson chuckled at the thought, moved to push his pants down his thighs, leaving them at his hips. He didn't care to undress completely as he straightened. Sy tugged his shirt up over his head, dropping it off the side of the bed as he settled between her thighs.

"What a sweet little omega, all ready for an alpha's knot," Syverson's voice was rough as he rocked against her. She was sure to feel his hardened cock, aching to be inside her. "This what you imagined it would be? Want a true alpha to fuck you senseless, do you?" He demanded, wondering just how far he could push Rowen. She seemed willing to do just about anything and he wanted to play a game. Was there anything she wouldn't do?

"Want to submit? Wanna give it to everything, so you don't have to worry about anything except carrying pups, huh?" Syverson's mind was focused solely on putting a pup inside her. He knew his rust was coming and he was almost sure it was only going to sneak up on him with an unclaimed omega beneath his, begging for him.

Rowen felt her stomach tie up in knots the more he spoke. His voice dipped, getting lower and lower as he barked at her. She could only whine in answer, feeling her hips buck up against him again, feeling his hard cock rubbing against her. "I-Inside me, n-now," she moaned, exasperated as she waited on him. His tone sent shivers all the way down to her toes, her legs gently wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him closer. Her whole life she had been raised to think for herself and be an independent person, despite being an omega, but in this moment, all of that seemed pointless. Her mind was foggy and she was blinded by lust, but in this moment, all she felt she needed to do was serve this alpha.

Even when he spoke of pups, the fear that settled in her gut wasn't enough to get her to stop. She hesitated for a moment, before remembering she was on supressants... She was safe from this man breeding her. Even if she wasn't...she doubted she would try to stop him. Her omega wanted him inside of her, fucking her hard into the mattress until he would knot her, filling her completely. Her hands gripped at the sheets below her hands, her body writhing and wiggling underneath of him. "Take me, alpha, pl-please," she begged, whining for him. "I n-need you," she arched her back more, wanting to sit up so she could kiss him again, feel his beard scratching and tickling her lips, but she didn't dare. She wouldn't move without his command.

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Syverson assumed that his pull toward Rowen was based solely on the fact that she was an omega. He had never laid with one before, only because he hadn’t thought one could handle him being away for months on end at times. The thought of leaving an omega without being able to tend to her when she was in her heats, the thought alone was enough to send a deep rubble through his body. No, Syverson couldn’t do that and he damn well knew it.

Pressing into her, Sy couldn’t help the groan that slid past his lips. His breath caught and he didn’t release it until he was buried inside her. “Such a good little omega,” he praised, his head dropping forward so he could watch the way their bodies met. Even from here, Sy could see a slight bulge - Rowen was so tiny compared to him that what little self control he had wanted to use was dwindling to nothing at all. “Taking my cock like a good girl, aren’t you? Doin’ do good. You feel so tight,” he grunted against her skin.

Without waiting for the word from her, Sy started to pull out of her. Her slick made it easy, he was sure he wasn’t going to make her bleed because she wasn’t ready for him. He couldn’t contain himself as he began to fuck her, placing haphazard kisses along her collarbone.

Her breath was forced from her throat when Syverson pushed into her, feeling her stretching around his girth, trying to accommodate him. He was so big, all she could do was melt into the mattress, forcing her body to fully relax to take him in. "S-so big," she gasped, her core tightening around him as he tried to slip out. Her body rocked against his, and she squirmed underneath of him, her body begging for him to return.

She got her wish in the next second, when Syverson pressed his body against hers and began fucking her wildly. His lips trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone, wild moans leaving her lips as she enjoyed how he handled her. It was rough and feral, the way he slammed into her, but her slick was running down her thighs she was so eager for him. Oh, how she had changed from just an hour ago. From wanting to run away from him, to wanting to bury herself into his arms.

The leather from the belt rubbed against her wrists, leaving marks as her skin burned. Her fingers continued to tangle into the sheets underneath of her as she pressed her body up against Syverson's. As much as she wanted to deny it, she felt consumed by him. Almost to a point where she didnt want him to leave her, even if he was hurting her sweetly. "A-Alpha," she moaned, whining against his body, "it hurts," she breathed against his skin, her eyes slowly closing. It wasn't a request from him to stop, her bated breaths were only begging him to continue.

"But you're goin' to be a good omega, aren't you? You wanna make me happy," Syverson reminded her in his deep voice, his fingers digging into her hips. He didn't bother to reach up and pin her hands above her, sure that at this point that she was going to do whatever she was told to. She was begging him for more and even half an hour ago, she was nervous and unsure of how to handle herself. "Gonna bury my knot in you. Gonna fill you up," he grunted, pinning her in place.

Syverson's words turned to grunts, his attention focused on fucking her into the mattress beneath her. His little kisses became harsher, his teeth leaving marks in their wake as he moved from one side of her collarbone to the other. Everyone was going to know that Rowen was claimed. She was his. The thought should have scared him but it felt natural, more than he was ready to admit to anyone. Including himself.

In the back of his mind, Syverson knew what he was about to do. He may have had a beta at home but having an omega? That was an entirely different situation that he hadn't been ready for. His lips found their way to Rowen's neck, his teeth clamping down on her skin before he could stop to think about what he'd done. Syverson grunted, giving a sharp thrust of his hips before his knot began to swell. Sy's breath became ragged as his thrusts became gentler, his grip on her hips contrasting with how tight it was as he filled her.

Rowen almost couldnt fight the urge to bring her hands down from above her head, wanting to cover her mouth as she moaned, feeling her orgasm rip through her. Her body convulsed and shook, her legs trembling underneath Syverson as they stiffened. Instead, she pressed her face into his shoulder, feeling how hot and sweaty he had become. "G-Give me your knot," Rowen cried out, still feeling so eager to please him even if she had already felt herself on cloud nine.

His teeth nipped at her collarbones, and as he began to thrust harder, she knew he was right on edge. His gruff voice declaring he was going to knot her, that he was going to completely release inside of her. Rowen wanted it all, wanted all of him, until she felt his teeth completely sink into the space between her neck and shoulder. Her eyes widened as she froze against the bed, feeling his knot swell as his thrusts grow slower, softer as he filled her.

He had... Marked her. She was... His.

Worries filled her mind. How she was going to tell her parents? She could already see her father, the disappointing look on his face. Was this just a joke to Syverson? Was he just going to leave her? She whimpered and whined, her body bucking up against his as she closed her eyes tightly, feeling him locked inside of her. "W-Why...why'd you do that..." She whined.

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Syverson slumped against Rowen, forcing the air from her lungs in a harsh gasp. He laid there for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He rolled over, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her pinned to his chest. He was silent, his face buried into her neck. His fingers danced up and down her side, his touch just about the only comfort that he was going to offer her willingly. He knew what he'd just done but he'd already done it. There was no point in regretting it.

"You're mine," Syverson grunted, his voice low in response to her question. He smirked at her concerned, shrugging his shoulders. "That's all that matters, isn't it, omega?" He murmured lowly, tilting his head to the side. Sy's eyes cracked open, eyeing her warily. "You have an alpha. To keep you safe, to care for you... everything that an omega could ever want," Syverson added with another shrug. He didn't consider the reality of omegas who wanted independence because the thought was completely ridiculous to him.

"And now you don't have to worry about other alphas. Only me," Syverson pointed out, reaching up to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. Realizing her wrists were still secured with the belt, he reached forward to undo the belt around her. "To make sure you don't get into any trouble either."

Rowen's inner omega forced her to nuzzle against his neck, finally bringing her hands down when he untied the belt from around her wrists. She stroked her hands down his torso, her fingers tangling in the bit of hair that covered his chest. She raised her leg to lay over his hip, pressing herself as close into him as she could. Did she like the idea of having an Alpha? Of being bonded? Her inner omega certainly did, pressing soft kisses against his neck.

She still couldn't help but be upset. She had always been told alphas always ask before they bond with an omega, that some sort of courtship usually occurs, but... Did it surprise her that a man like Syverson wouldn't bother with such pleasantries? Still, she nuzzled into his neck, enjoying his scent. "My alpha," she whispered, her hands hanging onto him wherever she could. Rowen didn't quite understand the magnitude of the situation. What this would lead to. How territorial she would grow over him. What he was capable of.

All she cared about right now was how all she wanted was to snuggle against him in these sheets, feeling drunk off of his scent and how she ached between her thighs. And yet, she still craved him again. She supposed it didn't matter if she was okay with it or not. He had made the decision for her.

@ castle.

The little omega continued to surprise him as she pressed closer to him. Syverson hadn't expected her to warm up quite that much but then he remembered too quickly that Rowen was an omega. He had never bedded an omega before. While he had heard tales of how they could be, what to expect from omegas, Syverson had never experienced it firsthand. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, tilting his head to the side. "Your alpha?" Sy tested his voice light and teasing.

"Sweet little omega gonna have to learn about whole lotta things together," Syverson muttered. It was the closest he would ever get to admitting the truth to Rowen. Having never been with an omega before, would he be able to do everything that was required of an alpha? He had a beta at home that needed him, albeit less than an omega would. Thinking about how to even navigate that situation made his stomach churn and he decided that he was going to worry about that later.

Syverson's fingers twirled in her hair, the motion enough to make him wonder about himself. Had he ever been so gentle with another? No, he knew he hadn't been. "No more suppressants. Understand me?" He muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You understand, right?" Syverson's world would be law in Rowen's world as far as he was concerned.

Rowen didn't like how he teased her, nuzzling her jaw against his shoulder, effectively marking him with her own scent. She wasn't going to be walking around smelling like his musk unless there was a tinge of sweet honey stuck on him. She already felt protective, even if she felt slightly sick to her stomach thinking about being bonded. It didn't matter, she felt a strong urge to take care of him now, to make him happy, to completely submit to him. Like that was her purpose.

It was hard to ignore it. She raised an eyebrow when he demanded she stopped taking her suppressants. Pulling away from him, she propped herself up on her elbow, steadying her breathing. No matter how strong the urge to submit to him was, or how her inner omega craved to carry pups, she wasn't ready. "Excuse me?" She panted, gently pulling away so her hair fell from his fingers. "I'm not ready to-" her words caught in the back of her throat as she watched how his eyes narrowed. The look on his face terrified her, he looked so stern.

The risk of getting pregnant... "I'm not ready to carry anyone's pups," she forced herself to speak, trying to stand firm in her decision. She knew if she stopped taking her suppressants and went into heat...and he was around... He would no doubt breed her. Whether they were bonded or not, she wasn't ready for that.

@ castle.

Syverson's mood had been relatively pleasant. A rare occurrence for him but he was sure that it had something to do with the fact that there was currently an omega curled up beside her. He hadn't been expecting her to respond as she pulled away from him. His hand went stiff as his body tensed, his eyes narrowing on the empty fingers. His eyes slid to hers, his eyes narrowed as he all but dared her to continued speaking. He was sure where this was going and already, his scent started to turn charred - angry, bitter tones unable to be ignored.

"I'm sorry, 'mega. I think I just heard you say you're not ready to carry anyone's pups," Syverson repeated her words, a lower growl forming in the back of his throat. "Is there anyone else who has laid claim to you?" His brow rose at that, moving to sit up completely. "No? Then the only person you need to worry about is me. Is it not?"

"Then I don't want to hear another word about you not being ready. You're mine," Sy barked, his face a mask of absolute anger. He glared at her form, turning to face her completely. "Say it. Say it again, little omega. I dare you."

Rowen's gaze stayed trained on his as he sat up, his voice growing louder with each word. His scent turned bitter and pungent, causing her nose to wrinkle. Her heart fell to her stomach as she shrunk down in the sheets, slowly putting more distance between them. When he declared that she was his again, it didn't make her feel the same as it had the first time. He said it as if he had dominion over her as if she was just an object he had bought. Her stomach twisted in knots, fear ate at her insides, realizing there would be no compromising with this man. She would never be able to dispute him, he would never listen to any problems she had with anything he did. Nothing she said would matter to him if it differed from what he wanted.

Dropping her eyes to the bed, she whimpered, swallowing around the lump in her throat. Not only did she felt scolded by Syverson, but her inner wolf was angry at her, too. She had upset her alpha, gone against her internal instinct to please him, against her urge to mate. "T-That's not what I meant," Rowen glanced back up at him, her voice trembling as she tried to speak to him. "I-I'm just so young, I-I don't want to get pregnant yet," she felt her voice crack, a sob coming up in the back of her throat. She knew to argue with him was the wrong decision, that talking back, especially when he had practically dared her to... was dangerous.

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Syverson exhaled slowly and deliberately, making sure that Rowen would understand just how badly she had messed up just now. There was no room for negotiation as far as he was concerned. It was almost tragic that he hadn't given her the option to mate with him, her choice made for her before she even realized what was going on. He shook his head as his hand shot forward, gripping her chin in a tight embrace. Sy sneered as he leaned forward, daring her to so much as speak as his free hand balled into a tight fist. "You're young. And you're an omega. That's all that matters. There's no future for you other than being a good mate, of taking care of your alpha," he explained in a low voice before an idea hit him. Oh, he had bedded one of those omegas. Syverson could have laughed at the thought.

"Sweet little omega, it might be scary but you need to understand this is the natural order of things. You need an alpha to take care of you and to show you how to be safe. Do you really want to risk finding someone worse than me?" He countered. Sy smirked as he leaned forward, nipping at her bottom lip. "Because if you think I'm bad, sweetheart. I'm nothing compared to some of the men out there," he said. Syverson was one of those men - he knew that but he was going to see whether she would trust his words alone or if he would have show her who was in charge.

Syverson had done enough with his words to scare her for the time being. Her eyes glanced down towards his fist, tears burning her eyes from how his fingers dug into the sides of her face. All she dared to do was whimper, imagining that if she dared to speak again, she wouldn't just be looking at his fist. It was made more than clear to her that she didn't get a say in anything that happened to her anymore. If he demanded that she stopped taking her suppressants, then it seemed like she would have to listen. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, her hands pushing against his chest, forcing her face out of his grip. Not wanting to upset him further, afraid she would find out just what he was capable of, Rowen pressed herself up against his chest. Her hands nervously slid around his waist, trying to calm him down. His voice might've lowered, sounded sickeningly sweet, but the scent of him that still hung around the room was sour. She was in danger.

It was almost impossible for Rowen to imagine someone scarier than Syverson, someone who could come off more dominant, more intimidating... Still, if he said he wasn't the worst, she told herself she ought to believe him. "I-I'm sorry," she squeaked, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Rowen felt sick to her stomach, being told all that mattered about her was that she was an omega. Syverson's scent was intoxicating to her, even now when it was tainted with rage. Her omega cried for him, and it upset her that it could've been any omega that found their way into his bed tonight when she felt so drawn to him. Her eyes dropped the bed, broken, feeling like she could never be special to him. It was clear he could never really love her and that scared her even more.

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There was no way for Syverson to ignore the pheromones that floated in the air, the calming hormones that Rowen secreted were enough to force the tension in his shoulders to calm. He was still beyond annoyed but the more that Rowen pressed against him and tried to calm him further, it was beginning to work on him. "You can be happy, even leading a proper omega life," he explained. "You will be happy when I put a pup in you. When you get to see our little ones running around. It is your purpose, just as it is mine to take care of you and ensure you are happy and healthy," he explained. The thought of leaving the military churned his stomach but it was a very real possibility since he wouldn't be able to leave Rowen for months without her going into heat. The thought of her going into heat without him around? He couldn't bare to think about it.

"What's so scary about that, 'mega? You will be provided for. I won't let anything happen to you," Syverson whispered, reaching up to push Rowen's hair out of the way. He smiled slightly at the thought, wondering just how wonderful it would be to wake up with an omega beside him. Heats, the promise of pups, the utter submission and an omega to care for his every whim. His beta was wonderful in caring for him but there wasn't a need to care for him in the way an omega would.

"You'll have everything you could ever want," Syverson explained softly. It was gentle, it was his way of providing for her because it was the utter truth. He would not allow his omega to want for anything at all. As far as he was concerned, that was everything she could have ever wanted.

Being told she would be happy when he put a pup in her made a wave of nausea fall over her. She tried to tell herself she could submit, at least at the moment. While she believed he was wholeheartedly hers. While her scent hung around him. Hiding against his chest, Rowen whimpered, barely nodding as she listened to him. His words grew sweeter, promising that he would watch over her and protect her. There was a grim undertone to them, and even though it sounded nice, Rowen knew it was really only a prison sentence.

Still, she noticed how her pheromones calmed him. His shoulders relaxed, his voice lowered, he spoke slower, touched her softly. Rowen did like the effect she had over him, and it was impossible to fight the urge to want to care for him. Her hand stroked up and down his chest and she leaned up to kiss along his jaw again, still trying to subdue him. "Do you promise you'll make me happy," Rowen teased, her voice quiet, being carried by her breath. "That you'll take care of me?" She whined, her lips trailing down his neck as she nuzzled against him.

@ castle.

Syverson could feel his anger just beneath the surface, just waiting for Rowen to give him a reason to be angry all over again. She was naive, she could only rely on her instincts so much before she undeniably did something to upset him. she was young, inexperienced as far as pleasing an alpha. Particularly an alpha like Syverson. It was almost cruel to consider that Rowen had never been with someone other than him because she was sure to continue to make silly mistakes. Syverson scoffed at the thought, his eyes trailing down to watch her hand massage his chest. It was enough to continue calming him.

"Always. My omega will never have to worry about anything, ever again," Syverson promised her in a low voice. He meant it but his love and support would come with stipulations that weren't debatable. "I will always protect you," he added. She would be safe from everyone, as far as he was concerned. Everyone who wasn't him. "I will get your number before we leave in the morning and then we can go from there," he'd already decided, it was just a matter of telling her. Glancing around the room, he spotted a binder on the table in the corner of the room. "If you're hungry, I'm sure there's a menu over there for room service."

Nudging against his neck just a bit more, she sighed, deciding he was as calm as she would be able to make him. His hand wasn't tightened into a fist anymore, that was something. Slipping away from his chest, she crawled out of bed and sauntered over to the table by the door. The menu laid next to the phone and she picked it up slowly, eyeing it over as she leaned against the wall.

"Are you hungry?" She asked him, not sure if she would be able to bring herself to eat. Still, some fruit sounded good and after Syverson answered her, she called for room service, before disappearing into the bathroom.

She wasn't sure if he would want to take her again tonight, but she washed her face anyway, brushed her teeth and pulled on the silk robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door. Rowen stared at herself in the reflection for a bit longer, worried over the predicament she had found herself in. Would anyone be able to help her, if she asked for it? Could her father get her away from this alpha? Did she want to be saved from him?

Stepping out of the bathroom, Rowen heard a knock at the door. She barely glanced at Syverson who was still propped up on the bed before she tiptoed across the room and opened the door, allowing entrance to the wait staff who brought their food.

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