Page 73 of The King's Omega
I set the knife against the front of his trousers, and Axe’s eyes went wide, his head shaking furiously. I tapped his nose with my finger. “Just teasing. I’ll cut on the sides. Don’t want to injure the parts I’m most interested in.” I waggled my eyebrows, then moved the knife to the side seams, and slit them down the outsides of both his thighs.
Slowly, I washed every bit of his thick, muscled legs as I uncovered them, leaving his groin covered with the shredded clothing.
Well, mostly covered. His arousal was so huge, it peeked out of the top of the trouser fabric. “Can I look?” He nodded, then averted his gaze. My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dim light enough to tell, but I had a feeling he was blushing.
Why was he acting shy? I mean, I knew why I would… Could it be? “Axe, you know I’m a virgin.” He nodded. “Are you one, too?”
He squeezed his eyes shut, obviously not wanting to answer.
“Oh, I like that,” I breathed, pulling the fabric back and revealing his swollen flesh. I kept my face still, but inside, I was fighting shock.
I had never seen a man this big, and the knot that was already forming at the base was… intimidating. “I didn’t know they could even get this size.”
“Yes, lass, they can. Not often, but they can.” Lorn had returned and was laughing at me as he tended to Tarn.
“I said that out loud?” Axe nodded, his eyes still shut. “I’m going to wash you there, now.” He shuddered, and I let my cool cloth envelop his thickness. It was enormous, the head a reddish-purple, weeping liquid. I leaned down and licked it, relishing the musk and salt on my tongue.
Axe let out a stuttering breath.
“Am I hurting you?”
“You’re torturing him, lass,” Lorn supplied. His eyes fixated on my mouth. “Do it again.”
A sharp cramp squeezed deep inside, and seconds later, a tiny trickle of warmth pooled between my thighs. I recognized it now: this was the slick the book spoke of, one of the traits only true Omegas had. A warm certainty filled my chest. I was going to save Axe, save them all.
Well, I would try. I let my hands circle Axe’s length, wondering how this would fit inside me. The fingers on both hands could barely encircle it, and the knot at the base was growing frighteningly wide.
Mountain of a man indeed. And I was going to try to climb that?
Lorn was laughing again. “Oops. Sorry, Axe.”
He was shaking, too, and my heart warmed. It was wonderful that he could laugh after all he’d suffered. “I wish you weren’t chained up,” I whispered into his ear. “I wish you could touch me, too.”
He motioned. “Brother? Help her.”
I was confused, until I felt Lorn’s chest behind me, his arms drawing me to him. “I’ll need to get you ready for him, lass.” He pulled me back onto the floor of the cell—which wasn’t just a floor now. I gasped. “Where did you get this?” There was a soft, fluffy blanket laid out like we were about to have a picnic. My fingers flew to the edges, wondering how the simple motions of moving the fabric this way and that made my pulse slow. My core grew heavier, and the blood rushed to my lower lips.
A droplet of liquid the consistency of warm honey dripped from my opening down my thigh. I pulled away from Lorn and, using one finger to wipe the fluid away, pressed my fingertip to Axe’s mouth. He suckled at my finger, a deep growl emanating from his chest. “My nectar is for you, Axe.” Even in the dim light, I could see his eyes flash with dark fire, and his musk filled the air, almost overwhelming me. Each breath I took filled me with his scent. I heard a strange breathy whine, and realized it was coming from me.
“For Axe, is it?” Lorn lifted me and centered me on the blanket, so I faced Axe on my hands and knees, my skirts thrown up over my hips. He kneeled behind me, one hand on my waist, the other spreading my thighs wide.
“I’ll have it too, lass.” And he dove down, tearing my thin undergarments and revealing my secret places to his penetrating stare.
Axe
Ihad thought I was in hell before Vali arrived in the dungeon cell. The hell of being chained, helpless, watching my brother, Tarn, die by inches, listening to his twin’s whispered pleas with him not to give up. The hell of knowing I had failed my king, and that he lay dying in the castle above me.
Then my little miracle had shown up, bringing food and bandages and hope. And a different sort of hell altogether.
Chains bound my hands to the wall behind me, lifting them over my shoulders. Restraints also circled my feet, the chains attached to enormous iron rings staked deep into the earth below. The first times they’d chained me, I’d torn the fixtures from the walls. At least I wasn’t standing for this torture. I had the finest seat available.
“Push your hips back, lass,” Lorn rumbled, his fingers making quick work of my Omega’s dress as she waited on hands and knees. He pulled the fabric free, revealing her tiny, perfect tits, the nipples puckered and reddened, like cherries ripe for the picking.
Ready for my tongue. My mouth watered as I watched her small breasts sway as she kneaded the blanket, improvising a nest as best she could, right up to where my knees pressed on the hard stone. I yearned to go to her, to ask to enter her nest now, but I was trapped. Lorn murmured the question for us both. “May your lover Axe join us in this little nest, lass? May we please you?”
Her voice was raw. “Yes, please. Both.”
My heart pounded with victory, and my soul thrummed with a silent promise. I would have her again in a proper bed, give her velvet and silk to build with, fabrics as soft as her delicate skin. I would give her a nest for a queen.
