Page 18 of The King's Omega
The waves kept coming, drowning me in something harsher than pleasure, something bordering on the edge of agony. My pussy clenched again and again on emptiness, and I cried out for something else, something more. “Please!”
“You’re fucking perfect,” Vilkurn snarled from between my legs. “Taste of honey and sin, smell like heaven. I want to bury my cock in that tight cunt and fuck you so hard you scream only my name, little kitten. Would you like that? Is that what you need?” He groaned against my mound. “Possibly I’ll share your sweetness with my brothers. You like Axe. Do you think a tiny thing like you could take that cock?” A finger pressed at the closed entrance to my pussy, drawing circles there. “Would you open for him, I wonder?”
Openfor him? Could I open for a man, somehow? For Axe? The memory of his enormous length taunted me.
I couldn’t answer. The thought of him fucking me terrified me. But Vilkurn persisted. “Would you let him spread you open and hold still so he could wreck this sweet little pussy with his cock? Or would we need to tie you again? I could hold you down while he worked it inside you, let you cry and scream against my chest as he broke you down—” I came again, hard, just from his words.
“By the Goddess, you do want that, don’t you, my naughty kitten?” He purred and something built inside me, a torrent of slick fluid that was held back, that needed the touch of a harder hand to release it…
Then something hot and wet splashed on my chest and a huge hand spread the slippery liquid over my breasts. A deep rumbling growl came from right beside me.
Oh, Goddess.Axe.The liquid was his, hot jets of his seed. He was coming on me, and rubbing it in, his hands calloused and rough, the pressure firm. He was marking me, branding me with his essence. Then I felt his cock rubbing through the mess on my chest as well, the head of it stroking past my sensitive nipples.
The dam burst inside me and fluid poured out, perfuming the air with musk and peaches and salt.
Pleasure crested inside me with the twin tortures of Vilkurn’s mouth and Axe’s hot seed, the honeyed air so thick I knew I would never be able to breathe again without tasting them both.
I came hard, for so long the pleasure became true torture, crying out until my voice broke, until the world receded into darkness.
Rigol
“Ah, yes, my king! That’s it, that’s perfect! You’re so big, so hard, fuck me harder!”
Sweat trickling down my neck, I thrust again and again, laboring over my Omega’s body. Wondering why it felt as if I were doing something wrong, that something vital was missing.
Wondering why my bride smelled less of honey and peaches, and ever so faintly of cat urine.
I gritted my teeth. I’d spent hours at dinner, conversing with her, then another hour gently trying to pry her life’s story from her. She claimed not to remember much, that the madam of the brothel had given her sleeping draughts in addition to the chains to keep her subdued, and her memory had gone hazy. “I’ll try to remember,” she’d sobbed. “Though it feels like fire in my brain when I do. I want nothing more than to please you, my lord.”
“The memories will return in time.” It enraged me, and I’d taken time to send guards to arrest the madam. That accomplished, I’d escorted her to the bed for the mating. She’d been grateful and more than willing.
I had a willing woman beneath me and a cock that was… well, hard enough for the job, though the woman’s encouragements were making it less so by the minute. I pressed a hand over her mouth, whispering, “shhhh” in her ear, and kept thrusting, feeling the lack of something indefinable.
Somethingwasmissing. When I had taken her to bed and undressed her, her scent had lessened. She’d insisted on throwing her clothing onto the bed and having sex on top of it. Possibly that was part of the nesting instinct.
I hoped it was; whatever elusive gift the Omegas had, she had to offer it to me and my generals willingly to pass on her magic.
To strengthen their Alpha abilities for the coming battle. Thoughts of the war consumed me.
Verdan to our western and southern borders was the most pressing danger, but Mirren presented its own thorny set of issues on our east. The king and queen of Mirren were greedy and had cheated us on trade deals ever since I took the throne. They wouldn’t hesitate to take even more liberties once war began.
Starlak to our north, though a warring nation, had been unduly concerned with some sort of land war on their own faraway Arctic border, though no one knew who exactly they could be fighting up there. Snow creatures of some sort? Starlak had no intention of invading, but we had little to entice them to help us repel Verdan, either. Not enough to trade for warriors, and I wasn’t about to take my farmers’ lands to trade off to the north.
If we only had a decent southern seaport. I let out a growl of displeasure.
I realized I’d stopped thrusting and begun planning troop movements when Selene murmured, “My lord, do I not please you?”
Fuck.
“My queen, you do,” I assured her, wondering how to fix this. If I couldn’t mate this female, all was lost. A thought intruded. Where was Axe? “I am concerned that my second has not come to guard the room. We could be under attack.”
For a moment, I wondered if it was true. Nothing kept Axe from his duty.
I leaped from the bed and threw the door wide. Tarn stood there, leaning against the wall, and picking his fingernails clean with a knife. He lifted an eyebrow. “Need some help?”
I snarled. While Tarn was one of my most trusted generals, he was also quick to question my leadership. Of course, he’d been that way since the day we met. Usually, I valued having a friend who always spoke the truth, or at least his mind, to me. Sycophants were easy to find in a castle. Tarn never let me lie to myself.
“What are you here for?”
