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Enigma by Sara Fields – Extended Preview

The ensuing silence after I hit him was deafening. The only thing I could focus on was the hammering of my own heart in my chest, fast and furious and livid. My stomach twisted with vicious anxiety as he stared down at me.

He emanated raw power, and I struggled to contend with the force of it. His jawline tensed and I moved to take a step back, but his fingers closed around my wrist as he pulled me back toward him. He was at least three times my size, and with just a cursory glance, I knew he was nothing but solid muscle.

“Don’t,” I warned, but my voice was feeble and far weaker than I had intended it to be.

“Omega, have you forgotten your place?” he murmured in warning, and I tried to jerk free of his grasp. My body pulsed hard, my core throbbing with unwelcome desire and I tried to push it away. My inner omega was screaming to be let free and I didn’t want to let her.

“Alphas are all the same. You all want the same thing, and you’ll do anything to get it,” I spat.

“And what’s that, Warrior Queen?”

I sneered in his direction, unwilling to give a voice to the sordid thoughts in my head. He reached out to touch me and I flinched as his fingertips brushed against my cheek.

“You’ve been hurt by an alpha before,” he observed. His grasp grew stronger, more protective around the back of my neck and for a fraction of a second, I allowed myself to enjoy the security of that simple touch before I growled viciously at him.

“Yes,” I answered.

“You’re not fit for the likes of a simple human,” he mused, and I looked up at him in confusion.

“King Eric doesn’t deserve a woman like you,” he continued.

“What does that mean?” I asked carefully.

“A woman like you is meant for the gods,” he answered and there was a powerful edge to his voice that made me still against him. The way his voice rumbled was potently tinged with a magical edge. It reverberated deep into the marrow of my bones, and I couldn’t ignore the way it made my heart throb with both danger and raw excitement.

“Who are you?” I questioned and he grabbed my chin forcefully, making me look at him. He stared down at me, and a real sense of fear began to brew inside of me.

“Ghost,” he replied.

“That’s not your real name. That’s just what people call you,” I said, trembling before him.

“You’re right, my pretty warrior queen,” he answered.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

He quieted my protests with another bruising possessive kiss and something inside my body flared to life. My core twitched and a swirling fire spun outward from the pit of my belly, consuming me from within. At once, I felt too hot. His kiss was rough, my lips already sore from the one he’d already forced on me earlier. I struggled in his arms, but my body continued to rise, simmering from within whether I wanted it or not.

I hated myself for kissing him back and when it ended, I was left with nothing but tingling sensation and a vicious sense of self-loathing.

“You fight me, but the omega inside of you is answering my call,” he whispered. “I am no human, and I am no simple alpha either. I’m something much rarer than all of that.”

“What do you mean?” I trembled.

“My beautiful Fenra, I’m an enigma,” he purred, and my thighs pressed together instinctually.

I swallowed hard. An enigma was a very rare breed of alpha. They were said to be more aggressive and even stronger than the typical alpha. Enigmas were so rare throughout history that much of the knowledge surrounding them consisted of rumor and gossip, but it was said that the women that went to an enigma’s bed would be forever changed. It was said that a few of the leaders of old might have been enigmas because they could take out an improper alpha leader with ease. Those were just stories though, fairy tales of a time long ago.

Most people believed that enigmas never really existed at all.

“Enigmas are nothing but a myth,” I answered, and the dangerous glint of his smile followed.

“They are real, Warrior Queen, but I want to tell you a secret,” he continued.

“What’s that?”

“There has only been one enigma that has ever walked this Earth and that’s me,” he added, and he pulled me tight against him so that my breasts were flush against his chest. I trembled just the slightest bit, trying not to show how much he was getting to me.

“What is your name?” I pressed. With as much strength as I could, I pushed the flats of my hands against his massive form and tried to break his hold. His grip only strengthened around me, and my core flared with unwanted heat at the power beneath those fingers.

His mouth grazed along the cusp of my chin, kissing me gently as he journeyed along my skin with those far too sinful lips. I shivered against him, trying to grapple with the need to run far away and the intense yearning to kiss him once again.

My core simmered.

Instincts flared to life inside of me, glowering with ruthless ire and building the more I felt this man against me. My heartbeat was pounding like a drum and the air rushing in and out of my lungs was far too loud. Every time his fingers grazed my skin, it felt like I was going to explode from the inside out.

My body hadn’t been ready for the monster that had taken my innocence long ago. There had been no heat, only forced wetness and the taking of something that wasn’t his.

“I need to know,” I insisted.

His arm wound around my waist as he forced a knee between my thighs. My breathing quickened and the warmth inside my core only intensified.

“I don’t know if you can handle that kind of knowledge, Warrior Queen,” he purred, and a soft breathy moan escaped my lips.

“You don’t know what I can handle,” I muttered, and his chuckle tickled the tiny sensitive hairs along my earlobe.

“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”

I snarled.

“A feisty little thing who keeps forgetting her place,” he growled.

“Tell me,” I demanded. He grinned knowingly and my upper lip rolled. His eyes searched my face and he chuckled. The blue of his irises sparkled with an otherworldly mist, and I found that I couldn’t look away. My chest rose and fell, waiting for the inevitable.

Who was he and why was he affecting me like this?

“My name is Ragnarök,” he finally answered, and I stilled.

No. It wasn’t possible.

That was crazy.

There was no way the god that reigned down over the heavens was standing here beside me, no way that he could have his body pressed against mine. In no world would a god decide to pursue a human like me.

This was insanity. There was no way it could be true.

“Lying bastard,” I spat, and I drove my knee up between his legs. He turned at the last moment and my knee caught his inner thigh instead of my real target. Quickly, he reached down and slipped his hand underneath my leg, catching me off guard and off balance. He pulled up and I fell backwards onto the soft mattress behind me. The maneuver was swift and by the time I was already flat on my back, it was too late for me to do anything to prevent it.

The feeling of falling made me cry out, but it wasn’t until his massive form shadowed over mine that I felt my stomach dance with anxious arousal.

“Lesser alphas would have taught you a lesson at the first hint of a challenge, Fenra, but not me. You slapped me, challenged me, but it wasn’t until now that the urge to truly remind you of your place came over me,” he whispered. There was a wildly dangerous undercurrent to his words that made me stiffen beneath him.

He grasped the worn leather ties of my mantle and slowly pulled at them until the knot came free. He pushed it off my shoulders, staring into my eyes as the fabric fell away from me.

He hadn’t exposed even an inch of my skin, but the threat was there all the same.

“You can’t be Ragnarök. It’s not possible,” I scoffed, and a vicious glint came over his eyes.

He growled, the sound primal and savage, and my core seized tight. A painful twisting cramp of desire made me cry out, the sensation so achingly strong that I had trouble even drawing in air. My pussy tightened hard, and a surge of arousal dripped from between my thighs. It was so overwhelming that it was difficult to do anything but quiver beneath him until the terrible power faded away.

“Why not, little human?”

I couldn’t think of anything to say. I didn’t want to believe it, but there was no denying the sheer amount of power emanating from his every pore. He was strong.

“Do you think you can defy a god, omega?” he purred, and my body betrayed me. I could feel my nipples hardening and I couldn’t make it stop. With every sound he made, my pussy grew wetter, my core twisted tighter, and the heat surging in my veins only blazed hotter.

I’d run from my instincts and had suppressed them for so long that I’d forgotten how insanely powerful they were. Even now, I could feel the last dregs of suppressant burning away in my veins, the intensity of my oncoming heat forcing it to succumb to its powerful thrall.

“It’s not possible,” I whispered.

“Is it not, omega?” he answered. His palm cupped my face, turning my head and forcing me to look back at him.

“What could a god want with a simple human like me?” I replied. His icy blue gaze pulled me in. His thumb traced across my cheek for a few seconds, sliding back and forth and lulling me into a false sense of security before he pulled away and explored the neckline of my cotton blouse. His touch was like fire, and I absently wondered if it was branding my skin.

“There’s something special about you, Fenra, something that keeps pulling me in and I want to know more,” he answered, and my heart flared in my chest. “I need to know more. I need to see more,” he murmured.

His body towered over mine, pinning me against the bed. His mere presence against me was wrong, but at the same time, it also felt like it was destiny.

He grasped the fabric of my blouse and tore it open. He ripped it as though it were nothing more than a thin scroll and the sound of it was jarring. I tensed as he bared my chest and the leather corset I wore beneath.

He grasped the leather cords at the front and slowly untied them. He took his time as I fought back, trying to squirm out from underneath him and failing. His knees were to either side of my hips, binding me beneath him without rope. I tried to push against his chest, and he simply grasped my wrists and pushed them down to the mattress over my head. All I could do was rock back and forth and that wasn’t enough to escape whatever he had planned for me.

He pulled those ties, undoing each one by one until there was nothing holding that corset together. He unwrapped me like I was a gift. He took his time pulling each side of the garment apart. I shivered as he bared my skin, my nipples tightening with desire. He used his hand to smooth his palm over one breast and I bit back a sigh of arousal as two fingers just lightly plucked at my sensitive nipple.

Carefully, he leaned down and pressed his lips between my breasts, kissing the tender flesh there with the utmost care. I trembled, wanting to fight him and struggling with the urge to just take what he gave me.

Who was I to fight against a god? How did I hope to win against the likes of him?

I couldn’t give in though. It wasn’t my nature.

I slipped one hand from his grasp above me and slapped him again. He roared with fury, and I twisted my body hard enough to slide in inch from beneath him, but he wasn’t having any of that. He pushed up off me just enough to grab my upper arm and flip me onto my belly.

“Omega, you’d do well to remember that you’re not the one in control here,” he growled, and I shrieked when he grasped the hem of my pants and tore them off of me. The fabric was rough against my skin, and I yelped as it pinched me, but that didn’t slow him down. He didn’t stop until he’d torn off nearly every shred of cloth on my body, until the only thing left was my panties.

“These are very pretty, little human,” he murmured, dragging his fingertips along the lace at the top. “It’s a shame that I’m not going to let you wear them for much longer.”

I renewed my struggle, trying to pull away even as his fingers edged just beneath my panties. His touch felt like fire, and I feared that it would legitimately burn me. I needed to get out of here. My tribe was being held somewhere in this castle and I had to get out so that I could rescue them.

I shouldn’t be thinking about what his lips would feel like against my thighs, grazing against my skin and kissing the place where I yearned for him the most.

I attempted to buck him off, but that didn’t work either.

“I’m warning you, little human,” he growled and that just instigated my fury once again.

“I don’t have to bow down to you,” I spat, and he pulled my panties hard. The cloth pinched at my folds roughly and I stilled. He lessened the pressure for a moment before dragging it backwards, igniting the needy place between my thighs with every small motion.

“Your needy little pussy is telling me something very different,” he observed.

His palm flattened on the small of my back, effectively pinning me to the bed. I rocked and squirmed, but I made no headway at all. He was far too strong for the likes of me and that only made me even more furious.

“Fuck you,” I snarled.

He leaned down and kissed the back of my shoulder. I shivered and his lips glided against my ear next.

“Gladly,” he murmured and with renewed vigor, I tried to break his hold and failed once again. He pushed back and tore my panties clean off me. I cried out with shock, not expecting the blazing hot flare of agony that came with it. I lifted my hips as much as I could, trying to quell the raging sting. There was no way to make it better though. The only choice I had was to suffer through it and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Such a perfect, bare little ass,” he said, and I blushed hard. No one had ever said kind things like this to me before and I didn’t know how to take it.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I snarled, and he chuckled. My nerves boiled over, and my stomach clenched down tight.

“Because I want to,” he said darkly, and I tensed as his palm spread out over my left bottom cheek. His hand against my bare flesh was sobering. He spread his fingers wide and squeezed my backside roughly.

A dizzying wave of heat flared out from my core, and I tried to do everything in my power to hold it back. I couldn’t. Nothing seemed to stop the pulsing warmth in my core.

“Let me go,” I growled.

“No, omega. Your nature calls to me. I’m going to answer it,” he whispered. A rolling purr surrounded me, and I felt my need grow even more powerful as the vibrations rumbled through me.

“Please,” I whimpered. His palm glided over my bottom, teasing and promising the world and I hated and adored it all the same.

“You can protest all you like, little human, but your little pussy is soaking wet. I can see your arousal glistening on these pretty thighs,” he murmured, and I shuddered hard.

“Bastard,” I spat.

He answered with a hard smack across my backside. With a sharp cry, I tried to crawl forward on the bed and escape him, but he was far ahead of me. He sat on the bed and hauled me over his lap, tracing the place where he’d spanked me with his fingers. One hand gripped my hip and roughly slid me forward so that I lay over only one of his thighs. He pinned me against him as I kicked hard, but it did nothing to help me escape him. If anything, it just exposed more of my naked body to his gaze than I really wanted.

“No. I’m no bastard. I’m a god,” he purred arrogantly, and I snarled as his hand cracked down on my ass once more.

“Wait!” I shrieked.

“No, I don’t think I will, little omega. I want to see what this pretty ass looks like after it’s been spanked bright red. Maybe then you’ll remember not to challenge me again,” he growled.

My core tightened hard, and my pussy fluttered salaciously. I’d heard that an omega’s heat typically came on slowly over a period of hours to days, but this felt too quick and far too strong.

It was all happening so fast.

His palm cracked hard against my bottom cheeks, and I squirmed, trying to avoid its harsh bite. His fingers dug into my hip. Over and over, his aim hit true, painting a fiery heat across my pale flesh. The sting flared red hot at first, but it was the loudness of each smack that was the most jarring. I stilled, tightening my bottom cheeks in an attempt to make it hurt less. That didn’t work even a little bit.

It hurt. So very much.

At first, I was angry that he’d taken me over his knee. His broad punishing palm was relentlessly vicious, stinging and harsh and he showed no signs of slowing down whatsoever. Eventually, he paused and smoothed the ache away with his hand. With a certain gentleness, he caught me off guard as he dragged his nails across my scalded flesh, and I sucked in a heated breath. His nails felt like claws against my skin and my pussy practically spasmed from its deliciously painful bite.

“I can’t,” I whispered.

“You can, little omega. You’re going to take whatever I give you,” he answered, and a harsh shudder cascaded down my spine.

His entitlement should make me mad, but it was oddly comforting. He was nothing like the alpha that had hurt me before. His palm was harsh, but I knew it would not leave any lasting marks aside from the wounding of my pride.

This was different. As much as I fought it, there was a part of me that wanted this, but I refused to let that part out.

I had to fight.

He lightly slapped my bottom several times as if he was reading my mind. He purred once again, slowly stoking my desire more and more with every enchanting vibration. My thighs were soaked. I couldn’t deny that any longer. I was ashamed to realize that I was probably leaving a wet spot on his thigh.

I reached back to cover my punished backside and he pinned my hand against my back.

“You keep fighting me, little human, but you should know that every time you struggle, it only makes my cock that much harder,” he groaned, and I squeaked in surprise. I could feel every long inch of him pressing against my naked hip. He wasn’t lying and his fingers squeezed tight around my hip.

“You brute,” I spat, and his palm spanked the lower curve of my bottom. His thumb edged along my inner thigh, and I fought harder than I ever had. Before, I known it was possible that he could see how wet I was. But now… now he could feel it.

“The harder I spank you, little omega, the wetter this pussy gets,” he observed, and I wailed into the blanket beneath my face. He renewed my spanking, taking care to punish the backs of my thighs and the sensitive flesh right below my bottom cheeks.

“You’re a liar,” I cried out and he paused.

“Am I? If I were to slide my fingers in between those pretty legs, what would I find?”

I refused to answer him. I couldn’t put a voice to it. That would make this real and I desperately didn’t want it to be real.

“Fuck you,” I finally whispered. “Spank me all you want. It’s not going to change anything.”

“Fenra, you are such a deliciously unexpected find,” he murmured, and his hand started punishing me once again. The spanking started to get harder and faster. Each spank felt deeper, the sting radiating into my core, and my pussy began to convulse with each and every one. I soon realized that he had been being gentle before and it was time for the real lesson to begin.

“I’m going to enjoy every single second of this until you break for me.”

“I will never break for you,” I vowed, and his palm begged to differ. It was hard and every slap stung with vicious intent, but the rising heat inside my body fought against it. The initial biting pain was cruel, yet the pleasure that soon followed made me question if it was worth it.

It was hard to take, but in the end, I realized that I didn’t have much of a choice. He was so much bigger and more powerful than me. The intensity of his alpha was staggering. Perhaps he was an enigma.

Maybe he was even a god.

My pussy pulsed heavily, and I suffered under his punishing hand. He ensured to spank every last inch of my backside from the tops of my cheeks to the middle of my thighs but that wasn’t the worst of it.

Using one hand, he spread my bottom cheeks open and spanked between them. I squeaked in shock at the sudden sting, but I moaned in shame as soon as he paused and placed the flats of two fingers directly over my bottom hole. He lifted them and struck me there. I cried out at the fiery flash of pain but was soon overwhelmed with the mortifying pleasure that came with it.

I didn’t want to succumb to whatever he was doing. I didn’t want to give in. My heat surged forth. I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to hold myself back.

He released my bottom cheeks and glided his palm over top of my scalded flesh. I found my body reacting to his touch, rising to meet his hand even though he’d just spanked me hard enough to make me cry out.

He edged his fingertips along my thighs, just barely grazing my wetness and a heated flash of electricity skittered across my skin. I panted for several moments, wanting to close my legs and yearning to spread them wide just for him.

I had lost my mind.

“You know what’s happening, don’t you, Fenra?” he asked.

I pressed my hands to my face, wanting to hide from whatever this was for the rest of time.

He lifted me up off his lap and placed me on my feet in front of him. My hands raced backwards to cup my punished ass, and he grinned mercilessly at my pain. My bottom burned, but my core was blazing that much hotter. My nipples were so painfully hard that they hurt, and he reached for them with both hands.

“You can fight your nature all you want, but eventually your heat will claim both your body and your mind,” he continued.

I hated that he was right. It was what I was meant for. I was fated to lose myself in the throes of instinct just like an animal.

I turned my head and he smiled.

“I think I’m going to take my time with you, Warrior Queen. I will not force my way inside you. I’d much rather you beg me to fall apart on my cock,” he purred, and I shook hard at his pronouncement.

“I won’t,” I snarled.

“You will,” he demanded, and he growled. Loudly. My core cramped so hard that my body pitched forward, and a rush of slick dripped down my legs. “It is only a matter of time.”

And then he was gone.

The only thing that was left behind was his intoxicating scent and the surging heat inside me.

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