Sixty-two nights after meeting the General #2
Smoke in my throat. And I felt so much hotter, despite shivering a little from the cold. How I wished to be close to him again, wrapped up in his warmth. If ignoring him did not work, it was time for a new strategy. One that would work only if the General felt for me, even more than I felt for him.
“Am I your omega, or am I your slave?” I asked.
A growl followed. It rumbled in his chest. It was a gamble, because what if I wasn’t?
What if he had a hundred omegas, just like me, all over the continent?
What if I was a hostage he liked to play with, rather than his omega? Not even a lover, barely a toy.
He came even closer, reaching for my chin. His lips found mine. I held back a sound. His hand moved towards my neck, grabbing it with pressure. Not violent, but possessive. I was floating away. The kiss was strong and steady. Self-assured, just like him.
“I am your alpha, and you answer to me,” he whispered. I bit down on his lip. His eyes were a wild and bloody red.
“If you want to be my alpha, you have to work for it.” I kissed him again. He pushed me against the wall, but braced my head for the impact with his hand.
“What do you want from me, omega?” he asked. “You drive me insane.”
I looked up into his eyes. “It is your job as my alpha to ensure I am satisfied,” I said. “Imprisonment does not make affection grow.” His leg between mine. My face in his shoulder. A stifled little noise from the back of my throat.
“I will make you happy, omega,” he said. “I will satisfy you.” His words shot straight through me, and made me grow hot. I tilted my head back and gave him a moan.
“Make me happy, alpha,” I whispered into his ear.
“Make me feel good.” And it was working.
Because he was entranced. I did not keep my wits about me, but neither did he.
From then on, the General was working for me.
I was not an enchanter, but I knew how alphas worked, if they were decent men.
If I could get him to love me, to want me, pliant and agreeable, he would give me whatever I wanted.
Not only protection, or gifts, but also freedom and happiness.
I could bargain for it. And the best part of it all was that I desired him too.
I even cared for him more than I liked to admit.
His lips found mine. His hand found my neck, the other one my backside.
There was a desperation in his actions. Open mouthed kisses that betrayed the gravity of his desire.
I felt something shift. Not just within me, but within us.
For the first time since arriving in Kanna, I felt I was in control of my life.
Strangely, it made me want to submit to my alpha.
I was craving the way that he grabbed me. To let him take over, to let go completely. We took a breath, I felt a shiver running through me. His face, still close to mine. His voice, rough with desire.
“You worked the night. Come rest in my chambers,” he said. It brought me back to earth, to the position we were in. The way my healer’s tunic rolled down my shoulder. Him, in a simple cotton shirt. Us, in the hallway, where anyone could see us.
“Do you promise not to keep me there?” I asked. He took my chin in his hands and made me look up at him. His eyes, dark and honest.
“You are free to go anywhere,” he said. “Just come back to me when you need to rest.”
I nodded in agreement. I was not sure of my decision, but I made it anyway. Would my relationship to the General bring me what I desired? The freedom to do as I desired? To leave this castle whenever I wanted? Or would it only make me bound to someone who would hold me too close?
I was not sure, but I was sure that the alternative was worse.
Captured by the empire, forced to be their healer.
Follow into my father’s footsteps. I would rather die than be Victor’s captive.
With Axel, I had the opportunity to be more than a pawn.
I could be his omega. Someone he wished to appease.
As love grew, would he be more open to letting me go?
Not forever, but for however long I wanted to?
Would he give me power, if he trusted me more?
I did not have any desire to decide over anyone, but I did desire to decide for myself.
Besides, I could not deny any longer what I felt for the alpha. Whether it was wise, I did not know. In that moment, I did not wish to know.
He grabbed my hand. His hand was rough and too large to be gentle.
We made our way through the grey corridors, towards his chamber.
My tunic still undone, my hair as wild as Axel’s.
The doors to the General’s wing were guarded.
Two alphas stood on either side. My face burned as my eyes met one of the guard’s.
He did not say a thing, so they simply opened the doors for us before we were even there.
But I could see in their eyes that they knew why I was there.
Unmarked, unmated, yet about to enter his chambers again.
The familiar sight of the stone chamber, devoid of colour, greeted us when Axel opened the next set of doors. The only source of warmth was the cackling fireplace.
I stood in the middle of the chamber. I felt his presence behind me. A hand on my shoulder. Circling around me, then in front of me. Looking up, I could see his face better now, illuminated by the flames. His eyes, their usual dark colour, with a shimmer of crimson.
“This room is cold,” I said. I bit my lip. I averted my gaze. His scent was too strong, combined with the fire in the room, it was too commanding.
“Cold?” he asked. The fire was warm, and so was the room, but that was not what I meant. His hand on my chin, making me look up at him. I still could not hold his gaze.
“It’s dark and cold. There is only stone,” I responded.
My breath hitched. My voice was a whisper.
His lips were too close. Unlike our kissing earlier, this felt too intimate.
The light of the fire. His attention on me, fully on me.
As if he was enraptured. Unable to move.
And I could not move either, even if I wanted to.
As if my feet were a part of the stone floors, and I was a granite statue.
“You want to add to my chambers?” he asked.
My breathing stopped for a moment when I realised the implications.
I tried to speak, but no words came out.
“You can… redecorate,” is what he said, to avoid the word ‘nesting.’ My cheeks were warm.
It must have been the fire. Or Axel standing so near.
“Whatever you wish for, I will provide.”
His lips met mine. I moaned. Shame left my body to make way for longing. His scent was so strong in the chambers. It was strong on him as well. A warmth ran through me. I opened my mouth, his tongue met mine. It was obscene. I let him take the lead, I was not even all there. But I wanted to be.
His hands found my legs, and hoisted me up.
He kept his mouth on mine as he lifted me up, threw me onto his bed.
I had no time to recover before he was on top of me.
Lifting my lower body, taking off my trousers.
His hands roaming upwards, from my thigh to my behind.
There was wind, and fire, tickling my legs.
This was nothing like before, no slow and teasing suspense.
He was rough and rushed. I was taken over by it. I looked down to see his head, too close to where it shouldn’t be. I raised my arm to cover my eyes.
“Look at me,” he said. I hesitated. “Look at me, omega.”
I saw him, felt him. He lifted up my legs.
Slick trickled down my thighs. I saw his tongue catch it, before it fell to the mattress.
A moan, surprised, horrified, at the sight in front of me.
I did not wish to look, it was too embarrassing, but I could not have him stop.
So I complied, I kept my eyes on his. His mouth was reaching places I barely touched myself.
My pink member, just standing there, hovering.
He licked, my legs spread, and my entrance twitched.
His gaze was dark, and red, and when his tongue entered me, I all but screamed.
My hand covering my eyes, I could not bear to look. I was red all over. Hot and wet and utterly overcome.
“Alpha!” I said, in a voice I did not recognise. It was loud and broken, and could surely be heard by any guard in this part of the castle. Yet I could not stop myself.
Something harder joined his tongue, reaching in and reaching up. Then it was just his finger, and then another. And I moaned, I kept moaning.
“Alpha, please!” I begged. Another finger.
Nothing like my own. They were long and reached places I did not even know existed.
They were so big that they exceeded what I imagined an alpha’s cock to feel like.
My breathing quickened. Blood rushed downward.
I felt tears in my eyes. My mouth was open, my eyes rolling back.
I could barely keep my tongue in my mouth.
It was humiliating, but I could not care. I was too far gone to care.
“Look at me,” he said once more. I had no defences, I complied with my alpha.
I was a mess. “Now come,” he commanded. And I screamed and I cried.
It spurted from my cock, and my entrance.
More slick than I had ever seen. His fingers kept ramming a spot inside me that made me see stars, until all that was left was a dull ache.
His canines bit into my thigh first, then came up to mark my collarbones.
It was too low for a mating mark, but close enough to make me go mad.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I had never acted this way.
Never felt this way either. But I kept my eyes on him. Did as he asked.
“Good boy,” he said. I heard a squelching sound as his fingers left me. I was empty, overstimulated, in a pool of my own slick. I felt lips on my forehead. I was still breathing too hard.