Chapter 21 Betrayal
Betrayal
Six months later
“Welcome home, alpha,” I said with a bow.
Victor entered, his hands hiding a shopping bag behind his back and a mischievous grin on his face. “Thank you, darling. Have you been a good girl today? Did you drink all your supplements?”
There was no point in him asking, since after Premier Ulfic’s attack, Victor had had security cameras installed almost everywhere in the apartment. If I spent so much as too long taking a bath, I’d hear about it when he came home.
“Of course, alpha,” I replied.
He smiled knowingly, his eyes crinkling. “Of course. I brought you a present since you’ve done so well for me recently.”
I clapped my hands together in a show of joy, but there was no way he’d ever get something I really wanted. All his presents for me were really about him, and I’d learned long ago to temper my expectations.
I took the bag from his hands, fake joy plastered on my face, as I pulled out the white, lacy baby doll dress with matching thong.
Knew it.
“Oh, Victor, it’s beautiful!” I lied. I was getting good at that. “Do you want me to wear it now?” I held it up to me body for him to see.
“No, I want you to wear it for me tomorrow. Today, I’d prefer you in nothing at all.”
He brought me into his arms and his mouth eagerly met mine.
The other change since the werewolf Premier’s attack had been his touch.
His enthusiasm was still the same, but his roughness had melted into something tender. Loving, even. Sex no longer felt like a punishment, but a reward for the both of us having to put with up with the charade that we were a normal couple.
He played my body like an instrument, knowing where he could strum or stroke to make me sing, and oh, did I sing. Several times a day, in fact. I was surprised he could even function during the night, because we sometimes spent all day slowly exploring each other in bed.
I still hated him down to his rotten core. I hated him for kidnapping me and locking me away for the past… how many years? I hated that I’d lost track.
I hated that he stole my future. I hated him for forcing me to play the simpering, submissive omega. I hated that he controlled what I ate, what I wore, and what I did. I hated that I hadn’t talked to my family since he’d found me, and that they probably thought I was dead.
But in bed, all was forgiven. Or at least, temporarily forgotten. The orgasms he coaxed out of me so skillfully were the only reprieve I had to look forward to in my gilded cage.
I dug my fingers into his hair as his mouth moved down my neck, and his fangs latched on to take his first daily allotment of my blood. His vampire venom was like liquid pleasure coursing through my veins, and I ground myself against him as a burning ache filled my core.
With one hand, he grabbed my thigh and wrapped it around his waist, his now hardened cock meeting my need.
“Victor,” I sighed. “Fuck me, please.”
He pulled off my neck and licked the blood off his lips. “You beg so pretty, darling. And I love how you ask like it wasn’t already going to happen.”
He snapped his teeth at me playfully and I yelped, prying myself from his arms and rushing to the bedroom as he gave chase, reaching out to grab my ass as I ran in front of him.
I leapt on the bed and started arranging the pillows and blankets when I saw they weren’t quite where I wanted them. I felt like a crazy person, until the reasoning behind the strange compulsion clicked.
Oh, thank Hecara, I was nesting, which could only mean my next heat was imminent. Heat for me meant days of drifting in and out of consciousness. A blessing I looked forward to.
Once everything was perfect, I turned around, beckoning him towards me with my finger, a knowing smirk on his lips as he eyed the pillows.
Yeah, he could tell it was coming, too.
His eyes fixed on mine and stayed there as he slowly took off his jacket, then his tie, followed by unbuttoning his shirt at the kind of pace that said he had all the time in the world.
I hated him, but damn, did my mate look good in a suit. His shoulder-length, wine-red hair was half tied back, and a single, silver hoop glistened from the helix in his ear.
I gave a small, frustrated whine and he smirked. “What’s the rush? I plan to be inside you until I leave again. Surely you can wait another moment?”
I really couldn’t. Talking to Victor was rage-inducing, but his cock was a drug that helped me escape from reality, and I needed my daily dose before I started to go into withdrawal.
I got back up from the bed and stomped over, unbuckling his belt and pulling it roughly from the loops.
Victor stood still, watching in amusement as I then unzipped his pants and slid my hand down the front, grabbing his erection.
He hissed in pleasure, closing his eyes, and I watched his throat bob as I began to stroke the hardened length.
“Sage,” he whispered, wetting his lips. “I love you.”
I paused, my heart stilling.
That was the first time he’d ever said it.
I supposed that would be normal for mates, right? To say “I love you?”
But we were pretending.
At least, I was pretending. Because for me, the last thing I felt towards my mate—my alpha, my captor—was love.
I loved his dick, maybe.
I closed my eyes, pretending that’s who I was speaking to.
“I love you, too.”
He purred in satisfaction as I continued to work his cock, leaning forward to lick his chest.
Oof, if even his sweat tasted good, I was closer to my heat than I thought. I’d had several since we met and was becoming attuned to the symptoms. Nesting, increased libido, desire for my alpha’s praise, need for his scent, his taste…
He may have refused to let me take heat suppressants, but thankfully we both agreed to leave me on birth control. Pregnancy was high risk for me, and Victor said he wasn’t ready to be a father yet.
Hopefully he never was, because Hecara forbid we ever bring a child into this nightmare.
I dropped to my knees and freed his cock, my pussy clenching in anticipation as it sprung forward. But she would have to wait, because I needed to swallow him first.
His hands lovingly caressed my cheeks as I began to run my tongue up and down his thick shaft, one hand holding and lightly pulling on his testicles as he liked.
He moaned, his fingers now weaving through my hair as my lips suctioned around his head as I began to suck.
My other hand now firmly grabbed the base of his shaft as I worked him in as far as he could go, suppressing my gag reflex.
I loved the way he’d groan when he hit back of my throat, and tried to pace myself so I didn’t actually make myself throw up.
“Faster,” he rasped, “Fuck, I’m going to come, just a little…”
Warm, salty strings of cum burst into my mouth and I stilled, milking him with my hands until his cock stopped pulsing and his breathing began to even.
I’d never liked the taste of semen before, but this close to a heat, I would actually begin to crave it, licking his dick after he came inside me just to find a drop or two still clinging to his skin.
He pulled himself out with a soft pop, and I stood up to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
Need, want.
I let my instincts take over, welcoming the vacation from the full consciousness of my waking nightmare.
His hands went to the hem of my nightgown and he brought it up and over my head in one fluid motion, delighted to find me completely naked underneath.
“My beautiful omega, did you miss me today?” he asked, his hand cupping one of my breasts while his thumb brushed my aching nipple.
“Desperately,” I whined. A drop of slick rolled down my thigh, and his breath shuddered after scenting it.
“Ah, your heat has perfect timing,” he sighed. “Tomorrow… I’ll be late tomorrow, I can’t avoid it. But then I have the next week off, and I’ll be here the whole time. I’ll take good care of you tonight, my mate. So good you’ll be fine waiting for me.”
I kissed him again. He was talking entirely too much.
Without breaking the kiss, he stepped forward, leading me back to the bed until he could push me safely on top of it.
I fell down with a sigh, relaxing as he pushed my legs apart and knelt on the floor, licking the slick off my inner thighs. I watched in delicious anticipation as his pupils dilated, and his teeth got ever-so longer and sharper.
He latched on for another sip, and I fell back in ecstasy, my back arching as I moaned loudly. Even the high from bruum couldn’t compare to the euphoria that followed a bite that close to my pussy.
He licked the bite clean and then moved straight to my swollen clit, and I rode one orgasm straight into the next. “Victor!” I cried, digging my fingers into the bedspread below me. “Please, it’s too much!”
But he couldn’t be stopped, his fingers moving inside me and stroking my inner walls until he found what he was looking for.
I came again, my mouth open with a silent, panting scream.
“That’s it, omega,” he purred. “Come for your alpha. He knows how to take care of you.”
My muscles seized and relaxed, and I fell back as a puddle of boneless mush, my mind hazy and content. And yet, despite coming, and despite tasting Victor’s release on my tongue, I still needed him inside me.
“Please,” I begged, turning around to my stomach. I pulled up my knees and raised my ass in the air, taking the position. The submissive omega position that felt the best when my heat was coming like this, the position alphas couldn’t resist.
I hated it, but sometimes Victor would let me be on top if he was fully exhausted after I presented like this for him. Like I’d earned a taste of control once I’d fully surrendered.
With my arms stretched out in front of me and my cheek resting on the bed, I waited on bated breath for the incoming intrusion.
The bed dipped with Victor’s weight as he got on, moving behind me. He slapped my ass and I whimpered, shaking and desperate.