Page 90 of The King's Omega
I stared, blinking. Ihadbeen dead. She had brought me back. Not the Goddess, but Vali. “I drank her tears,” I rasped.
Vilkurn looked fascinated, but went on. “Well done. I’ll stand outside the door to this room and guard it while you two…”
“No, Vilkurn.” I shook my head and straightened my clothes. “Vali has already sacrificed so much; I won’t ask her to be with me… to lie with anyone who isn’t worthy of her.” I headed for the door.
“Stop, Rigol.” Vali’s voice was subdued. “You may have been cruel when we met, but you are worthy. And I want to do this. To be with you.” Her cheeks were flushed with pink as she spoke. “Let me heal you.”
By the stars, she was the most generous, courageous, kind-hearted woman I had ever met. And I would not take advantage of that heart.
“No. Vilkurn, I’ll fight, and you take Vali out another way. I know you have secret rooms they’ll never find, and you can get her free somehow.”
Vilkurn shook his head in frustration. “You have her consent, brother. But it is your choice. For your sake, and Rimholt’s, I hope you take what she has offered.”
Something in my gut twisted as I argued, knowing I was rejecting the one I wanted most in the world. But I had acted without honor before; now I owed her a chance to be free of any expectation. “You know she wouldn’t have me unless—”
“Enough! Stop arguing,” Vali shouted. “It’s—it’s too late.”
“What do you mean?” She stumbled toward us, her arms hugging her body, face flushed, sweat pouring from her hairline and dripping down her bodice. Goddess, maybe she had been poisoned. “Vilkurn, she needs an antidote. Take her to your apothecary.”
“No. Not… poison. It’s… it’s what the book said,” Vali panted, reaching for me. I took a breath. Her honeyed, floral scent was so strong, a growl burst from me and Vilkurn as well.
Vilkurn’s voice was a low snarl. “It’s her heat.”
I swallowed as Vali prowled around us, pulling at her clothes, her steps lithe and graceful for the first time. The way she moved was predatory, her eyes narrow, calculating, planning.
“I must go.” Vilkurn ground out the words. “I’ll guard the door for you. She’ll share her gifts with you, Rigol.”
“I won’t force her,” I grated, although she tore at her own clothes, dropping them onto the bed.
Naked, she crawled up and began arranging the pillows and her clothing on top of the mattress. She reached a hand to me, demanding, “Shirt. Pants.”
“She wants you. She told us she was planning to be with you here,” Vilkurn said, and I could tell that leaving her was going to kill him. “You know she could die if she’s not seen through the heat.”
“Shit.” I had no choice. Behind us, Vali was making strange noises, moans and growls and even sobs. “You know we need a miracle to defeat Verdan,” he murmured as he unbarred the door. “Well, this could be that miracle. Don’t fuck it up.”
I nodded as Vilkurn wished me luck and walked out the door. After he exited, I set the bar lock in place and undressed. When Vali growled again, I handed her my shirt, and she added it to her nest, then my trousers. She demanded more clothing, and I emptied my closet before she was satisfied.
When it looked like she had finished, she dropped into the center of the piled fabric and whimpered. I approached slowly. “Are you sure?”
“Sorcha said,” she purred, her voice as soft as silk. “She said I should take what I need. That I would need more, deserved more.” Her tongue wetted her lips as her eyes raked over my body. “Do you know what I need, Rigol? Can you give it to me?”
Goddess, I hoped so.
“May I enter your nest, sweet Omega?” I asked. I let one hand run down my chest to my groin, stroking myself as she watched. She blinked at me, her pupils blown wide, her face flushed and pink. Dark curls stuck to the sides of her face with sweat, and her perfect, small body was moving restlessly over the sheets.
I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. My cock pounded, the knot pulsing in time with my heart. “May I enter your nest, Omega?” I asked again, my voice suddenly two octaves lower.
She writhed again, grabbing her stomach, pushing on it. I watched as a stream of clear fluid wet her thighs. “Omega!” I barked, feeling the sound travel from deep in my abdomen. “Let me in!”
She jumped at the sound, and some small part of Vali surfaced in her hazed eyes. Her mouth moved, but she was beyond words. One hand lifted.Yes, she signed.Come.
I lifted myself carefully over the edge of the piled blankets and clothing and pressed down on her, half-burying her in the gathered cloth. “At last, my sweet Vali. You’re mine.”
She whined in answer, her hands moving in between her legs. I barked again. “Mine.” I grasped her wrists in one hand, replacing her hands with my own.
I scraped her throat with the backs of my nails, leaving pink lines on her neck and down her chest. Her nipples were tight and reddish, and I traced the areolas as I explored. I laved one nipple with my tongue, then the other, relishing the small, lust-filled sounds she made as I teased and nibbled, suckled and chewed, until the nipples were bright and glistening. She writhed on the soft sheets, her hands opening and closing into fists, as she silently begged for more than I had given her.
“M… m…” Vali moaned.
