Chapter 55
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
I thought I was prepared for what I would find.
I pictured Zolkan at a desk, surrounded by mountains of paperwork. Or in a war room with troupes of advisors, scheming.
You know, king stuff.
I never expected this.
The guards stationed outside his room have clearly reached their threshold for embarrassment. Both the light blue male and pink female darken, blushing to their horns as a horrible ruckus rises beyond the locked doors.
It sounds like he’s… destroying his room? I’m not sure how. Or why. But my Omega insists I have to get in there. Now.
“I need you to let me in,” I beg, trying to slip between the soldiers. They tighten their ranks, and I stumble back. Frustration and urgency boil over, bubbling in my chest. “Seriously! Let me in! He needs me!”
No one moves. In his room, Zolkan roars. Some heavy piece of furniture scrapes the floor.
Fuck.
“I said, move!”
It’s as easy as pushing a button. Both alphas suddenly… step aside. I allow myself a millisecond of shock before I realize this is my chance. Rushing between them, I ignore their protests as I unlatch the bolt across the entrance and—
Oh.
Oh shit.
Zolkan is completely naked… and chained to his bed.
My heart drops to my feet as I freeze on the threshold, torn between wanting to suck his otherworldly musk into my lungs and run for the literal hills.
God—he smells perfect, though. Better than he ever has, despite the blue blood smeared on his shoulder and the wild darkness in his eyes.
They lock onto me. Zolkan lunges against his chains and bellows again, somehow louder and more terrifying. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as every muscle below my waist tweaks tighter.
I sense one of the guards looming behind me, not daring to enter the room. “What is this?” I breathe, slowly turning my head to the side. “What’s wrong with him?”
There’s a heavy pause before the female finally answers, “It’s a rut, Zellina. The Zortaire has had them every day since you—”
Her words choke off when Zolkan growls again. A new kind of intensity fills his face—one that almost looks like torment. Or worry. All heaped under a feral snarl.
The guard’s words gradually filter through my mind. Zolkan has been tied up in here every day? Is this why he’s randomly disappeared and missed our meals?
It sounds like him: self-sacrificing to the point of insanity.
“Leave us.”
The words snap out of my mouth, but they don’t come from me. Instead, the bark stems from my center, where everything else originates these days.
My Omega.
Because I have no idea what’s going on—but she does.
The guards hurry to obey her, slamming Zolkan’s silver doors closed. I try to remember how to breathe, focusing on the one peaceful place inside me.
He needs us, she says again, adding a picture this time. An image of me stripping down and… riding him. Taking his knots.
Both of them? I shriek back.
But who the hell am I kidding?
I already have my dress off.
Zolkan’s gaze is practically black. His chest heaves as he stares without a hint of shame. His frank, slack-jawed appreciation thickens my perfume.
That does it.
As my scent fills the room, he suddenly remembers his struggle. With a bone-rattling roar, he rips at the bindings looped around his arms, keeping him tethered to the headboard. I hurry forward without any thought.
Don’t untie him yet, my Omega directs. We have to take the edge off his rut first or he might hurt us.
She has a point. I hesitate at the foot of his enormous bed, watching him grunt and bare his teeth, tugging mindlessly at the restraints chafing his lavender skin.
The cocks between his legs look painfully hard. There’s already a puddle of iridescent cum pooled under his powerful thighs—evidence he tried to relieve himself more than once before resorting to these chains.
My heart cracks, sudden certainty striking it like a hammer. He did this for me. To keep from frightening me the way he did when we first met. To give me a choice.
He’s been doing this.
Suffering.
Every. Day.
So, fuck it. If he rips me to shreds on his cocks… at least I know a good doctor.
“Zolkan,” I breathe, stepping forward. “Can I… can I help? I want to touch you.”
His eyes are so unfocused, I wonder if he can hear me at all. Or if, perhaps, his name isn’t registering. I scramble internally, searching for anything else I can—
“Alpha.”
The word falls from my lips as soon as it touches my mind. Zolkan immediately snaps into stillness. His seething gaze flies to mine. A growl reverberates in his chest, but I hear a desperate sound underneath it.
Almost a whine.
My chest wrenches as every drop of my hesitation evaporates. “I’m here, I’m here,” I chant, climbing onto the mattress and crawling between his straining thighs. “I’m right here.”
A shudder ripples through his body, leaving both of his cocks completely upright. Lord, they are huge. I’ve never seen them up close outside of my heat surge—but they’re easily as big as my forearms… and the lower one has those two bulging knots.
They seem full to bursting, each stretched wider than I’ve ever seen and turning darker purple by the second.
My instincts tell me to start there, where he seems to hurt the most. When my fingertips graze the underside of his weeping lower shaft—the breeding cock, he called it—Zolkan chokes on a snarl.
“Shhh,” I soothe, slanting a glance up his panting torso. “It’s okay, Alpha. I’m going to take care of you.”
Something whips in my peripheral vision. I startle, but his tail lands on my shoulder, stroking my hair back from my face. His bottomless, blown-out eyes seem to melt as he watches me. Still beyond words, but sweetly winding himself into my hair.
Our gazes lock. For a second, I can’t move or breathe. Indelible warmth stains my soul, sinking into the very fibers of who I am. Thin bands of light appear around his pupils.
My mate.
I really have a mate. And I—
I want him to knot me. Fill me.
Breed me.
Nervous flutters fill my abdomen. I try to think, sifting through my giddy, floaty half-thoughts for guidance.
My Omega flashes a memory of Rask’s pretty silver irises, glinting in the half-light of my bedroom. Holding his clawed fingers to my lips to feed me his release.
I’ve learned why, since then—alpha cum can stretch an omega and ready them for knots. Which seems like a really good idea right about now.
My mind blinks off as I lurch forward. Since my hand is already wrapped around his lower dick, slowly milking the thick swell in the middle of his shaft, I slide my lips down his wider pleasure cock.
His glorious, ridged girth fills my mouth, velvety and hot. He gives another mournful growl and I moan, sucking him deeper.
My body seems to know what to do before I do. I find myself stretching onto my stomach, letting his cum bathe my naked breasts while I fist both of his pulsing lengths.
Zolkan’s horns knock against his headboard as he bucks his hips, wordlessly pleading for relief. I barely have a chance to suck the hot, velvety flesh before a snarling groan echoes over my head and he immediately starts to spray down my throat.
The smoky taste has my pussy clamping on air, tingling as it automatically makes room for him. I whimper, absorbing his enraptured expression as he fills my stomach with his release.
That notion makes me wild. I want him to stuff my belly another way—deeper. Better.
While he fights for breath, I scrabble to my knees, straddling his broad body. Desperate to sink myself onto the hard cock still straining between his legs and mine.
Zolkan jerks again, but the motion is less mindless than before. I pause to look at him, our gazes connecting. Enmeshing.
His slips down to the side of my neck, fixating with intensity I barely understand.
“Sofi,” he breathes, rasping. A pained gasp has him canting his hips up again.
I watch him grit his teeth and attempt to get himself under control.
“You should run, omega,” he pants. “Go now. Before I—If I get free, I could bite you.”
Bite me?
The stab of longing that impales my middle should probably be alarming. When it rips a whine from me, his violet gaze heats, melting and glowing all at once. He blinks, trying to look away from my blank throat, struggling to return his focus to my face. Fighting himself with every breath.
Understanding skips into my center like a rock across a pond, sinking into my stomach. Is this why he’s avoided having sex with me for so long? Was he scared for me?
Oh God. Maybe I should be afraid, too.
Because I think I want him to bite me.
What does that mean? Am I ready for us to bond?
I don’t get a chance to ask him. As fresh perfume sweetens the air, every trace of his lucidity evaporates. His tail glides down my side and wraps roughly around my hips, lifting me until the tip of his lower cock is at my entrance.
“Omega,” he husks, almost too thick to understand. “Need to breed your little cunt. Stuff it with both my knots and pump you full.”
Holy. Fuck.
I can’t think about any of his warnings. Suddenly, it’s all I can do to breathe without him inside me. Keening, I let myself slide down, taking the first half of his cock in a slick glide, thanks to the taste of his cum lingering on my tongue.
Zolkan’s top cock has only slightly softened. It’s still firm enough to glide between our bodies, grinding the ridges against my clit in slick passes. His first knot notches against my opening, pressing with delicious insistence.
I’m shocked when my pussy doesn’t scream in protest—instead, it seems to flutter, squelching out fresh slick and stretching taut and oh—oh—
OH!
Earth-shattering pleasure spikes in my blood, turning my vision to pure glitter. Every trembling muscle in my core gels, vibrating around the hard swell as it rubs a thousand buzzing nerves.
Bliss blares through my body as my soul sighs. So relieved, I could cry. So full of joy, I think I might never feel sadness again.
Zolkan bellows, his tail gripping my waist harder. Shoving me lower. Until—until—
OOOHHHHHHHHH!
His second knot undoes me. Blows my mind to smithereens and tears my body in two. Fills me in ways I never knew I needed. Gives me the kind of completion that fundamentally rewires my entire being.
I sob and gasp, bouncing on the solid girth expanding inside me. I feel both swells so clearly, each of them pressing in different, delicious ways. Expanding until there’s nowhere for the pleasure snapping through me to go.
It implodes. My core snaps around his girth, sucking my alpha as deep as it can. Clenching around his dizzying thickness in rolling waves.
“Zolkan!”
Slick gushes around both of his knots. My vision darkens and I start to fall forward, my hands flying up to grasp his arched horns.
Zolkan’s groan mixes with a growl. The serrated sound vibrates in my pussy as his knotted cock swells impossibly wider, straining thick and hard. So deep, I swear I feel it in my belly.
He gazes up at me through the fog in his eyes. Beaming the starkest emotion.
There’s no blinding light, now—only him.
And love.
The kind that sinks straight to my soul, fitting into an empty place made just for him.
My mate.
I see the hope and wonder and pain of that, reflected in his violet depths. He can’t even speak… but he’s still showing me the power I have over him. The possession he wants to give me.
His vulnerability is humbling—this male rules an entire planet. He is large enough and strong enough to crush any other being in the galaxy.
And he’s in me.
Tied with me.
Mine.
I drop my forehead to his the same second his orgasm crests. The breeding cock kicks, spurting a fierce flood. Filling me with washes of heat so intense, his seed flows past the first knot and barely stays contained by the second one.
“Please,” he begs, “Let me give you all of it.”
I bear down, squeezing my inner muscles around him. Zolkan roughs out a panted sob that has me nuzzling my sweat-misted brow against his, slowly stroking my fists up his horns. He makes another ragged sound, tilting his chin to capture my mouth for a true kiss.
Our lips brush and cling, tongues slipping against one another. I feel him return to me, bit by bit, his haze clearing as his body quiets.
An ear-splitting, metallic shriek rends the air. I gasp into his kiss, rearing back—
But his arms suddenly slide around me. Holding me closer.
Because he broke his chains.
To hug me.
Which is when I realize, I’m hopelessly in love with him.