"Such a wildling and yet, so soft, so small."
My pulse thuds, my heartbeat ratchets up.
His gaze snaps on mine, "Why do I want to throw you down and rut you all over again when everything inside me insists I go slow with you and take care of my children that you carry within you?"
Say something, anything. I open my mouth and a moan wheezes out. Slick pools between my thighs, and that sweet scent of my arousal bleeds into the air.
His nostrils flare, and the blue of his iris’ lightens until it’s almost colorless and I can see myself reflected in his eyes.
"That essence of yours is going to drive me crazy. Every time I want to behave, want to be civilized, I just have to smell you and—" he brings my arm down and behind my back then slants the fingers of his other hand up to bury them in my hair. He tugs on the strands so my head falls back.
He buries his nose in the hollow of my neck and draws in a breath.
I shudder.
A hum drawls out of him. "So fucking sweet...one whiff and I am a goner."
Another moan whines out of me. There is a fluttering sensation in my chest and my toes curl.
He raises his head and his gaze meets mine. "Your features are burned into my head. I close my eyes and all I see is you. When I am away from you I miss you. When I am with you I want to be in you. Hell, I want to be buried balls deep inside of you when I am not with you." He hauls me close so my breasts press into his chest. "You are turning me into a wreck, Squirrel."
I chuckle and the sound comes out broken. "All the more reason for you to leave and take care of—"
"You. You come first. I must take care of you and—" He drops to his knees and kisses my belly, "them." He whispers, “I wasn’t completely honest with you earlier.”
“Oh?” I stiffen.
“I know you are carrying twins because—” he peers up at me from under hooded eyes. “Because I sensed them when I reached out to you through the mating bond when you were unconscious and the docs were attending to you.”
The sight of this big dominant man, who never bends to anyone...the sight of him kneeling before me, gazing at me with that look of serious intent, with lust and adoration, with the need to share something he’s never told anyone before...my heart squeezes in my chest. My pulse flutters. I cup his cheek “I guessed.”
“How?”
“Even when I was out of it I knew you were with me. I knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to me. Besides the bond between an alpha and an omega can manifest in many different ways. Like being able to communicate via the mating bond and on occasion even—”
“Sensing the presence of our unborn children?” He tips up his chin and brushes his lips over my belly.
Nature has brought us closer to our animal selves and that includes being more in touch with our instincts, more open to possibilities that the physical eye cannot always comprehend.
“I wanted you to know. No more secrets, Squirrel.” He drags his whiskered jaw over my waist.
Heat flushes my skin, my stomach muscles quiver.
“Obviously the strength of my dominance had something to do with how powerful the mating bond is between us too.” His lips curve against my skin.
“Obviously—” I chuckle, then squeak when his hands come around to cup my butt.
He scoops me close so his face, his lips, the outline of his features are imprinted on my skin. I bury my fingers into his hair but he doesn't stop there.
He drags his hand down the curve of my butt then lifts my thigh and hooks it over his shoulder. His breath sears the soft folds of my pussy and I groan.
He inhales again and my thighs quiver.
His flicks his tongue over my folds and a scream trembles from my lips.
I groan and clutch at his hair, raking my fingernails over his scalp as I pant. "I, I am too sore to take you inside me again."
He licks my clit, then plunges his tongue inside my channel, eating me out, sucking on me, and I shatter. Ripples of pleasure shoot up my legs and crash into my womb. My shoulders tremble, my leg gives way, and I slide against him.
He stands and lifts me up, maneuvering my body with ease. I tease him, "Didn't mean you had to stop what you were doing." Greedy, I am greedy when it comes to my alpha. I want more. I want all of him, I want every second of his time, don’t want him to give his attention to anyone else. And I thought he was possessive?
I've gone from that haughty once-princess, wannabe-assassin to a woman who wants to be the object of her alpha's fixation, the nub of his desire, his only devotion. Hell. I cuddle closer to his chest.
He lowers me to the bed and the cool sheets of the mattress brush my back. "You need to sleep and recuperate." He kisses my eyelids shut, then brushes his lips over mine. There's a whisper of a touch on my belly, and I swear he nuzzles my pussy again. A sheet covers me, then his footsteps recede.
Goosebumps flare on my skin and all the heat seems to leave me, sucked away by him in his wake. I crack my eyes open. "Wait."
His face fills my vision, "Should I send Mirela to watch over you while I am gone?" His eyebrows furrow, and he looks so concerned, warmth fills my chest.
"You don't know much about pregnant omegas, do you?"
He frowns, then rubs his hand over the nape of his neck. "I haven't had much experience, but if you tell me what you want, I promise to get it for you."
I rake my gaze over his naked shoulders, that gorgeous sculpted chest, the concave stomach, and lower to that swollen shaft that hardens under my gaze.
"You did say that you were too sore... but if you've changed your mind." His gruff voice pierces the sexual haze that drags at the corners of my mind.
"You should go, your men need you."
He shifts his weight from foot to foot. "You need me more." He angles his body back toward me.
"I'll be waiting here for you here, in your bed." I rub my cheek against the pillow.
"I'll be more than happy to wait here with you." He takes a step toward me.
"Go Alpha, before I give in to my weakness, though there's one thing you can do before you go." I jerk my chin toward the vest he'd discarded. He tilts his head, then his forehead clears.
Reaching down, he grabs his vest, then walking over to the bed, he bundles it up and slips it under my head. The scent of him pours over me. My skin prickles, my scalp tightens, that part of me bunched up deep inside relaxes.
I snuggle into the bed and yawn, my eyes already closing.
He drops down to his knees, then dips his head and peers into my face. "I did wonder earlier..."
"You mean the nesting instinct?"
"I had heard about the need to nest for omegas, but you never exhibited any signs of it. Of course I've never mated before and none of the other omegas—"
"Don't talk about them." I pout.
He rubs his thumb over my lower lip. I suck on his digit, then release it so it slides out with a plop. "The nesting instinct takes ahold of different omegas at different times." I yawn again. "Guess I didn't felt the need before, but then, I wasn't pregnant earlier."
"You are now, very much so," he smirks.
That smile of his, it's so sexy. My heart flutters. "I am."
A low purr flows from his chest, cocooning me, pulling me into his heart.
His gaze widens. "And you feel safe and content enough to build a nest for our children."
"Mine." I smile and my eyes flutter down.
Hang on there's more. Read an excerpt from Kayden and Chloe's story...
Kayden
I swagger into the omega harem in the stronghold of the General of London. Stepping into the small courtyard, I blink at the bright sunlight that pours over me. I can’t complain that I’ve been mistreated. If anything, Zeus, the General of London, has made sure to take care of all of my physical needs.
Yeah, the fucker is also my half brother. That can’t be the reason I’ve been treated well.
I’ve been held in a safe house, a relic fro
m the time when Golan had chosen to take prisoners and torture them into submission.
If I’d had been flogged or some other bodily harm had been committed to me, it might have been better.
Just being held in a space with nothing to do and no one to see, had driven me crazy.
I’d spent the days working out and the nights tossing restlessly, dreaming of open spaces. The highlands of Scotland where I’d been raised. I may be the bastard son of a British General, but it was the Scottish leader who had brought me up. He’d shown me the love Golan was incapable of sharing.
Not that it mattered.
Golan had been barbaric in his sexual proclivities. His need for constantly rutting omegas, taking those who didn’t belong to him, had been legendary.
It was the reason most omegas had given London a wide berth, and instead, had chosen to shelter in Scotland.
Like Lucy, the current General’s omega.
I’d met Zeus only once, but instinctively I’d known that where tougher alphas would not be able to defeat Zeus, a slip of an omega would have better luck in infiltrating Zeus’ stronghold.
My plan had worked, perhaps too well, for Zeus is now happily playing house with his omega. Meanwhile, I am creeping into the omega harem that Zeus had instituted when he’d come into power.
The harem itself is a good idea, I have to concede that. Second best to passing a law that alphas could only mate an omega with her consent, which my father had done.
Still, Zeus was striving for some semblance of order. He'd cloistered all the pussy in one place and given them the choice of taking alphas when they went into heat cycles.
Choice is putting it too broadly, though. Pushed to the edge of a heat cycle, an omega will accept any alpha cock…They just have to be in enough agony.
You have to wait until the omega goes into heat, and she’ll spread her legs…and bare every other part of herself, just for the touch of an alpha. She’ll ache for the rough handling of an alpha’s hands all over her, bringing her to the throes of ecstasy, for the thrust of an alpha’s cock between her legs, shooting hot jets of cum to soothe some of that heat inside of her… My groin tightens.
Fucking hell, I must have been starved of pussy for too long that just the thought of taking an omega is arousing me to this extent.
Or maybe it’s just that being in a space drenched with omega essence is going to my head.
A scent of lilies laced with the deeper scent of honey…and a touch of something spicy tugs at my nostrils.
My dick twitches, and my skin tightens with need. Desire slides down my spine, slow, insidious.
Not just any omega…it’s the scent of this particular omega that’s making my head spin.
It’s only when I step into the whitewashed building that I realize I have followed her spoor all the way in.
This place is definitely newly built.
Unusual in London where most structures are left over from the time when it had been a city that had ruled the world.
I sniff that typical metallic stench of freshly painted walls as I climb the steps. The scent fades when I reach the landing.
I take the steps two at a time and go up to the next floor, then the next, until I reach the floor right on top and walk up the corridor.
The scent is stronger here. Unusually complex, it has that essence of femininity running through it, and mixed with it is something more potent.
Something that sinks into my skin, heats my blood, and makes my skin crawl with anticipation.
My nerve endings twitch. My gut churns.
Sweat breaks over my forehead, and I stalk forward, increasing the pace of my steps. I hurry and am almost running by the time I reach the single door at the top of the corridor; the scent is concentrated here.
I push the door open, and stepping through, I come to a stop.
There are trees everywhere. So much greenery, the levels of green in the space slam into my vision.
I blink, and the green resolves into its different components. Creepers bearing bunches of grapes line one side.
There are bougainvilleas, palm trees, sunflowers on high stalks, bluebells, and there in the middle of the space is a glimmer of water.
I stalk up the path, between the shrubs, pushing aside the stems of roses that scratch at my skin. A thorn draws blood, and I shake it off. And keep going. I reach the pool of water and pause.
There is no one here.
I take a deep breath. The scent of lilies, burned cinnamon, spiked with the unmistakable tang of omega slick goes straight to my head. She rises from the water and throws her dark-blonde hair over her shoulder.
The water streams from the wet strands, flows over her shoulders, and plops to the surface of the pool.
She cups more water and pours it over herself.
Her back slopes down to a perfect, heart-shaped ass, every curve of which is lovingly traced by her tunic.
The cloth of her dress sticks to her skin, molding to every single angle of her body before it dips into that crevice between her ass cheeks.
It’s the most enticing sight I have ever seen. My mouth waters.
She tilts her head to the side, giving me a glimpse of a chin, a nose that slightly turns up, and she raises her head to the sun rays that pour down on us. My throat goes dry.
I am in some kind of a glass house, something that magnifies the heat inside.
My clothes are already sticking to my back, sweat slides down my chest, but moisture of a different kind leaks from my cock.
She raises her arms over her head and trails the fingers of one hand over the other forearm.
She’s teasing me, I am sure of it.
She’s aware I am here, watching her, and this omega is making sure I am enticed enough to want to take her right here.
I step over the wall and into the sunken pool. The water barely comes to my waist, tugging at my pants, dragging them down. I push through the tiny waves that lap at me.
She hums, a soft melodious tune that ebbs and flows through the space. A harsh purr rumbles up from me as I match my tone to hers.
Lust bleeds through my skin, sliding to my groin.
My dick throbs with need. Whoever she is, I need to have her now. Reaching her, I raise my hand to touch her shoulder and she turns and fixes her gaze on me.
Chloe
Amber eyes burn into me. They are golden and brown with flames that seem to rise from the very depths of his soul. My throat closes, my lips go dry, and I flick out my tongue to wet my lips.
His gaze lowers to my mouth, then continues down to my chest.
I don’t need to follow his gaze to know my nipples are puckered and outlined against the fabric.
Why didn’t I take it off and dunk myself in the pool naked? And whoa, why did I think that thought?
He raises his eyes, and I gasp.
Everything I’d seen earlier, that heat, that life, that thrum of need is gone. Replaced with a cold brown like the wood on the trees on a hillside that brace themselves for the onslaught of winter.
I shiver.
Who is he?
Why is he here?
And why am I standing here, looking at him instead of turning and getting the hell out of here?
He drops his hand to his side and curls his fingers into a fist. Does he want to touch me? He is going to touch me… Of that, I have no doubt. I need to leave before he does.
I try to move my feet, but they seem to be weighed down by the water.
The sun beats down on my shoulders and seems to pin me in place with its intensity. Goosebumps flare on my skin. A shiver runs down my spine.
I can’t be hot and cold at the same time, can I?
Not unless I am in heat. My throat closes. Fear twists my guts.
Yet I hold his gaze. I will not look away.
This stranger is massive. His shoulders block out the sight of the greenhouse behind him. But I don’t need to look around to know that I am alone. I’d come here for some solitud
e, away from the rest of the chattering omegas, just to get away. Just to find some release from the heat cycle that I knew had been impending. My breasts are so heavy, they seem to be full and throbbing and…waiting for his touch. For this alpha to lean down and take a nipple into his mouth and bite down on it.
My belly trembles.
A harsh growl rumbles up from him, the sound spilling over the space between us.
It flies around me, seductive, soothing, and filled with so much promise. I swallow. He's pinning me in place with the glorious notes of his purr, and that’s not possible, is it?
I want to open my mouth, to ask him who he is. He must sense my intention, for he shakes his head.
I frown and am about to tell him to leave when he raises a finger and picks up a drop of water that’s slithering down my neck.
Heat radiates from his touch, shooting straight to my core. My head spins, and my knees almost give way with the impact of that slight caress. What the hell is happening to me?
It’s not my first heat cycle, but I’ve never been this close to an alpha during one. I've never been rutted by an alpha before either. Perhaps that’s what it is? This need that eats away at my insides, that pulls at me and claws at me and begs me to close the space and throw myself at him and—I pull back with a start. I skitter away, and my calves hit the low wall that surrounds the pool.
I stumble and would have fallen over, except he snakes out an arm around my waist and hauls me close.
My breasts collide with that hard chest, and my thighs rub over his crotch. He’s hard and throbbing. His turgid flesh tents his pants and chafes my trembling skin, leaving me in no doubt of what he wants. Me. He wants me.
I jerk back, straining in his hold, but that only pushes the lower part of my body into his.
The alpha peels back his lips, and a deep purr rumbles up.
The vibrations travel up from his center, up the sculpted pecs, rippling up the ladder of his throat, and then they pours out of him. Glorious subvocal notes that weave around me, curl around my shoulders, slip down my waist to nestle in my core.
My womb contracts, and slick gushes down from between my legs.
Color burns his cheeks, and those brown eyes deepen in color, until they resemble muddy earth drenched from a downpour.
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