Chapter Ten
Roderic
“Can I leave if I promise not to repeat anything I heard? I’m not even sure what you were discussing. I barely caught the end of the conversation.”
The question made me want to growl again. Paige shouldn’t even be thinking of leaving, especially not when my knot was still locked inside her.
Swallowing the urge, I pushed her short locks back from her forehead and traced the sides of her face with my fingertips.
I’d killed enough people with those same hands to have lost count, but they would never be a danger to her.
I had to prove that to her, because the fear in her scent showed she didn’t trust me yet.
“Of course you can.”
Her rounded eyes narrowed slightly, a crease forming between her brows that made me smile.
She was suspicious of how easily I gave in, and she was right to be.
I might not be planning to keep her captive in my home, but I was still going to keep her close, even if that meant I had to follow her around.
“We can clean up once my knot recedes, and then I’ll feed you. Once I’m sure you’re safe and ready, we can go.”
I tilted my hips as I spoke, distracting her from fully catching what I said. The way she gasped and clenched around my shaft assured we weren’t going to be leaving the bed for a while.
Even after seeing her through her heat, I still wanted more of her, and that was something I’d never experienced before.
There were plenty of women who threw themselves at me, and some I indulged for a while, but I tended to grow bored of them within a day or two.
It didn’t take me long to read a person and figure out who they truly were beneath the masks we all wore, but I’d yet to puzzle out the real Paige.
I’d seen the terrified omega scared she was about to lose everything, and the sassy woman not afraid to talk back to an alpha.
I’d found the sexual being trapped within her inexperienced past, and even the sweet submissive willing to hand over her safety and pleasure, but there was still more to the little woman beneath me, thoughts whirling behind her pretty blue eyes.
“Until then…”
I curled an arm beneath her shoulders, pinning her to me as I rolled us over. The feel of her draped over me, still limp from the satisfaction I’d caused, settled the part upset over her attempt to leave.
“Rest, Sweetheart.”
I purred the word, letting the vibrations soak from my chest to hers. She lifted her head for a moment, meeting my gaze before dropping her cheek to where the sound originated.
“Yes, alpha.”
My cock throbbed inside her, leaking more fluid to join the rest trapped in her core. I couldn’t help imagining it working its way deeper, tying us together in a way she’d never be able to escape, because if she carried my baby, She would never get away.
Still weary from her cycle, it wasn’t long before her breathing deepened and she was as asleep as she’d pretended to be when I’d returned to the room.
The reminder of how far she’d taken the ruse kept me hard, and I added sleep play to my mental list of kinks I enjoyed.
I’d never considered it before, but I wasn’t sure how I’d ever get any sleep with her ever again because the temptation to see how long I could keep her asleep would linger.
I spent the next hour thinking over what responsibilities I’d need to shift, and which of our guys would be the best for the positions.
If I was going to keep Paige with me I couldn’t perform some of my usual duties, but there were men I trusted who could take over the tasks until I was sure of my little omega.
I didn’t truly distrust her, I didn’t think she was capable of tricking me that much, but I wasn’t loathe to use the excuse to learn more about her.
Every instinct pulled at me to bite her.
Claim her.
Tie her to me for life.
With her laid out across my chest I had the perfect opportunity, but I resisted, just as I had through her heat. There were ripped pillows stuffed in my trash that proved how hard it had been, but I’d managed to hang onto enough thought to wait.
I wanted her to come to me.
To want me the way I’d grown to crave her.
She shifted in her sleep, her head tipping back where I could see more of her face.
She looked younger without tension drawing her features tight.
Something had to have happened to leave that constant distrust in her gaze, but I didn’t think it was what I’d interrupted when I came down the stairs and first spotted her.
It seemed more ingrained, lingering from an older wound.
I’d figure out the cause and hunt down the culprit. She’d have their head on a plate if it was what she wanted.
And if she didn’t, I’d dispose of the body quietly.
Shifting again, she blinked, consciousness returning at a rate that told me adrenaline flowed with it.
She wasn’t used to waking up with a partner, and that soothed something in me.
Even if she’d only ever had one alpha lover and she hadn’t wanted him during her heat, that didn’t mean there wasn’t someone waiting for her.
I’d heard of omegas marrying betas, then either using toys or bringing alphas into their bed during their cycles.
Betas were less volatile than an alpha and said to be better partners, but they generally couldn’t keep up with the demands of an omega in heat.
I let my lips lift as she raised her head, and slid my hand down her back to grip her ass and hold her in place.
My knot was still going strong, something she realized when she shifted her knee on the bed to sit up.
Her little gasp stroked my ego, but the line between her brows and the frown on her face needed to go.
“How are you… How long was I asleep?”
Pressing a hand to my chest, she pushed herself upright, my cock flexing as her shifting stimulated it. I pulsed again, releasing more seed into her, and despite the way her channel rippled around me, the discomfort in her expression remained.
“Only about an hour.”
Her brows rose as her gaze dropped to where we were joined, making me want to rock her again to prove I really was still hard and ready to please her, but her little whine and the way she moved one hand to her lower belly stopped me.
“I—I’m so full.”
Again, it was tempting to be cocky, but I resisted.
I wanted to keep her stuffed full of my cum and knot until I was sure she was bred, but the logical side of me said that needed to wait.
It might be the easiest way to tie her to me besides claiming her without permission, but there were things that couldn’t be done with her locked on my knot.
Like feeding her, which the rumble I heard from her belly reminded me I needed to do. Alpha seed was enough to sate an omega going through their heat, but eventually they needed real food and water.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
I didn’t want to leave her depths, but for her comfort, I would.
Reaching between us, I hooked my thumb around the top of my cock, making her gasp again as I rubbed against her folds. It took everything in me not to switch my thumb to the little bud revealed at the top of her slit by how wide she was stretched, but I ignored it and let my fingers dive lower.
My knot was still too swollen to force out of her without causing pain, and it wasn’t likely to go down after getting the break of her sleeping, plus where my thoughts had gone.
Even buried inside her, slowly leaking for over an hour, it was still ready to give her more.
My only choice was to squeeze around my base and hope I could cut off enough blood flow to make it shrink.
One day.
One day, when she was perfectly lucid and able to remember it, I’d show her how long I could stay hard for her.
I hid the wince as I squeezed, using my free fingers to dig into my balls as I strangled the base of my shaft with my pointer and thumb.
It still took concentration and several minutes of the pain before I began to soften.
Fluid started leaking over my hand in a slow trickle before increasing to a gush as she lifted herself on her knees.
“Holy crap!”
Her cheeks flushed pink as liquid kept pouring from her, running down my shaft and hand to puddle beneath me. The flood brought a fresh rush of blood to return my shaft and knot to their previous state, my erection jerking as it rested against my stomach.
Paige shimmied back on the bed, eyes still locked on my cock and the gloss covering it as she worked her way down my legs until she knelt at my feet.
Her pupils flexed, the dark pit expanding slightly as the pheromones hit us, her little tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I knew it called to her the way it did to me, but my little Sweetheart was too embarrassed to give in.
I wasn’t.
I rose to my knees in one move, pushing her back before she could register my change in position. My bed was large enough for me to lay her out with only her head hanging over the end, and I needed to taste her, to drink our fluids, before I could let her wash them off.
Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I hooked my arms around her thighs and took hold of her waist, ignoring her protests and holding her in place. Dragging my tongue up her inner thigh, I moaned as our flavor surged across my tastebuds.
There was nothing like it.
I was addicted.
I vaguely registered her hands on my shoulders, trying to push me away. She was saying something, but nothing mattered beyond filling myself with that taste so I could last until she let me have it again.
Sealing my mouth over her whole pussy, I sent my tongue straight into her entrance, making her buck.
My hair wasn’t long enough for her to hold onto, but she tried, her nails raking across my scalp and sending shocks straight down to my balls.
Laid out on my belly, I ground against the bedding as I feasted on her, her cries morphing from protests to cries of pleasure as I chased down every last drop I could wring from her.
“Mmm. That’s better,” I said when I finally lifted my head.
Her cunt was puffy and bright red, days of stubble having caused a bit of friction as I ate her, but all of the glossy fluid she’d released was gone.
Trailing my eyes up her body, I couldn’t see anything past her heaving chest since she’d lost her fight with gravity and let her head drop off the edge of the mattress.
I couldn’t stop my smirk when I rose and her eyes were clenched shut, her face just as red as her core, and she couldn’t do more than let her arms drop to her sides.
“Now we can get you cleaned up so you can eat too, Sweetheart.”
She was still trying to catch her breath as I stepped off the bed and scooped her into my arms. Her muscles were trembling, and she didn’t bother trying to hold on to me. It didn’t matter, because I’d never let her fall.
Except for me.