Epilogue
Stesha
Arich, sweet scent pervades the air as soon as Zenevieve pushes the door to our rooms open. She stands on the threshold and looks around, her cheeks feverish and flushed pink. Her dilated eyes latch on to me.
A tickle that’s been in the back of my mind all day, telling me that I’ll go in a rut in the next four or five days, suddenly bursts forth with urgency. Not four or five days.
Now. Right fucking now.
Zenevieve runs toward me with a cry and jumps into my arms. My lips find hers, and I crush them with a kiss that leaves us both gasping. Gods, her scent. Her scent.
Zenevieve drops to the ground, hugging my leg with her whole body and seizing my hand. “I’ve missed you, Alpha.”
She peppers my hand with kisses and then sucks my middle finger into her mouth. I groan as I watch her lips move around me and feel her tongue against me. She glances at the bulge of my swollen knot and pulls my finger from her mouth with a wet pop.
“I love making you hard,” she says in a sultry whisper. “Do I please you, Alpha?”
The look that she’s giving me is enough provocation for me to carry her to our bed and fling her on it, but today, despite my rut that’s come upon me with the force of a roaring dragon, I want to draw this out. If she’s so eager to please me, then I’m waiting.
I raise my eyebrow. “I don’t know. Do you?”
Zenevieve smiles and goes back to sucking my finger, all the while stroking my cock through my pants. Her deft hands undo the lacings, and she draws my erection out. Her mouth leaves my finger.
I curl my fingers in her hair while groaning a curse. As Zenevieve sucks me, she whimpers and wriggles against my legs. Her scent grows stronger the more turned on she gets, and I can feel her rubbing her sex against the toe of my boot, trying desperately to sate herself.
It’s the fantasy I’ve had about my Omega for such a long time. Exactly the fantasy that’s enraptured me for almost every rut that I endured alone, only my Omega was faceless. I see her now, and she’s so utterly perfect.
Zenevieve licks along my shaft and caresses my knot with her tongue. “Will you fuck me, Alpha? Please fuck me.”
Slowly, I gather Zenevieve’s hair into my fist, lovingly capturing every strand until I can squeeze it tight. “Suck me.”
She whimpers with need and goes back to working me with her mouth and moving against my boot. The friction arouses her, and she cries out in the back of her throat.
I’ve never gotten further in this fantasy because when I’ve been frustrated and alone, I’ve always climaxed imagining her with a mouth full of my cock.
But there’s more than this we can have. Much more.
When she’s so turned on she’s whimpering, I reach down and pull a gasping Zenevieve into my arms. She’s a bundle of warm flesh, flouncy cotton, and wet slick.
I could fucking eat her. I bite down on her shoulder to relieve the ache in my teeth.
Loosening my grip, I murmur, “Hold on to me. Wrap your arms around my neck.” With my free hand, I push her dress up as I back her against a wall. “Have you been to the temple for Hratha’len oils?” I ask her, wondering if this is why her scent is so much stronger than it has been in her false heats.
She shakes her head. “I was in the Great Hall when I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to run back here to you and my nest.”
I pause. She’s been fussing over the canopied bed in her old bedroom for the past week, and in the last two days, her activities have intensified.
I’ve lost half my wardrobe to her nest, and I’ve been having trouble keeping the blankets on our bed.
Her nest is now so stuffed full of blankets and cushions that she has trouble squeezing in there.
The other day, I teased her that there was no room for me.
Zenevieve glanced over her shoulder at me, and said in a sultry voice, “I’m sure you’ll make yourself fit, Alpha.”
I got hard on the spot and fucked her immediately. She was right. With some effort, I made myself fit just fine.
“Do you feel different this heat, aash’lin?” I ask now, my lips skimming her throat. I feel drunk. My head is swimming.
“I’m going to burn up if you don’t fuck me, Alpha,” she whimpers. “The ache is worse than I’ve ever felt it before.”
I fumble for the nape of her neck and feel her mating gland, which is swollen and hot to the touch. Her slick is soaking both of us, and her scent is wildly powerful. This doesn’t feel like her false heats. This feels like the real thing.
“Do you want me to fuck you in your nest, Omega?”
Zenevieve whimpers, “Yes, please, please.”
I flick her lips with my tongue. “Do you want me to knot you in your nest?”
“Yes. Yes.” She cries out and scratches at my shoulders. Her body temperature spikes, her slick gushes, her scent grows so thick I think I’m hallucinating it as a pink haze in the air around me.
With her body caught between me and the stone, I thrust into her. She cries out in my arms and clutches me tighter. She takes me right to my knot almost right away, and I fuck her hard and deep, trying to obliterate that needy ache and get to the pleasure.
“I’ll get you to your nest,” I gasp between thrusts. Now that I’m inside of her, it’s difficult to stop. I don’t want to stop. I just want to keep fucking her.
“More, Alpha, please.”
With my lips sealed against hers, I move my hips in a sharp rhythm, lost in the pleasure of her body gripping mine, the sweet friction of her sex as I fuck her.
I break the kiss with a gasp. “You’re my whole world. You know that?”
Zenevieve caresses my face. “Do I make you happy, Alpha?”
“Gods, yes. You are my everything.” We should go to her nest but she’s so delicious pinned by my body up against the wall.
“Please knot me, Alpha. Please, please.”
Whatever my Omega wants. I pump into her, and my knot hits her sex with a wet slapping sound.
Tension is curling tighter and tighter in my belly.
Her cries are growing louder and sharpening with pleasure.
Her body is heavy on my cock, and with a hard thrust upward and a strong tug downward on her body, I push my knot into her.
The sudden surge of pleasure is blinding.
I seize her hair, twist her head to one side, and bite savagely down on as much of her nape as I’m able.
Blood bursts in my mouth. Sweet, perfumed blood, and flesh that yields so perfectly to my teeth.
Zenevieve cries out and twists her hands tightly into the hair at the nape of my neck as she climaxes, while I continue to fuck my knot into her and bite down harder.
I can barely move my cock inside her, but each thrust is intense.
My Omega. Mine. She’s locked onto me, and no one can take her from me.
Finally, my rut fever dies down. I pull back a little and look down between us. Dragon’s blood, there’s my knot, or rather there isn’t my knot, because it’s stuck fast inside my mate. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
Zenevieve looks sweaty and spent but happy. Blood is dripping down her left shoulder. “I feel amazing, Alpha. Gods, I’ve never come so hard in my life. You feel huge.”
“Sorry. I meant for us to be in your nest the first time. I got carried away.”
Zenevieve smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. “I loved it. There’s nothing sexier than when my self-possessed Alpha loses all control.”
I carry her through to her nest and carefully lay us both down in the dark space among all the cushions and blankets. We’re both still wearing too many clothes.
“We really are stuck together. Like, stuck stuck,” she says with a laugh, twisting gently from side to side and tugging on me. “I thought I’d feel afraid when the time finally came for you to knot me, but I couldn’t think about anything except how much I wanted you.”
“I’m glad, Omega. I want you to enjoy this after all you’ve been through.
” I try to have a sensible conversation with her, but all I can think is that she’s squeezing my knot, her slick is all over my thighs, and she smells amazing.
I scoop her breasts together with my hands and lick them both.
“You’re so good for your Alpha. Look how pretty you are full of my cock. ”
I start pumping my knot into her again, which is definitely not going to help it go down, but when she moans and arches her back, I can’t stop.
I reach down between her legs and ease the pad of my thumb over her clit in slow circles, and then fast ones.
I can’t come again in this state, but she can, and I get to watch this time instead of being consumed by the need to bite her.
“You’re the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” I breathe.
She pulls me down on top of her, whimpering about needing the weight of my body on her. I hold her tightly until the swelling in my knot finally goes down, and I ease myself out of her.
Her pussy is red and swollen, and I immediately move down so I can lick her, my saliva soothing her.
When her legs wrap around my shoulders and nails dig into my flesh, I feel a sense of completeness like I’ve never known before.
Her nest smells like blood and sex and her perfume. I never want to leave.
Sometime later I lift my head and see that Zenevieve is biting her lower lip and gazing at me desperately.
I sit up, take my cock in my hand, and sink into her.
After a few thrusts, I pull out, turn her over onto her belly, and continue to fuck her, pushing her thighs wider with my knees.
Zenevieve arches her back for me, welcoming me deeper, urging me to knot her again.
As my climax approaches, I lean over her and bury my face in her neck.
I wrap my arms around her, and focus on giving her long, hard thrusts of my cock until I feel her tighten around me and burn up with pleasure.
I bite down on her flesh, and then as my own climax overwhelms me, strong this time, I give a final thrust of my hips and push my hard knot inside her.