23. The Prize #2
“What?!” I blurted, flustered and panicking. That was ... beyond mortifying!
He shot me a warning glance. “What did I say about repeating my order? Or do you want to have a taste of a punishment?”
I gulped, decided to obey him. I certainly would never admit that I was a little curious about the “punishment.”
I found the small bottle of oil and climbed onto the bed, while he still sat in the armchair right beside it. I kneeled on all fours, with my head facing him at first, but he soon made a swirl gesture with his hand, saying, “No, no. The other way around.”
Biting my bottom lip, I turned around anyway. So now my entire bottom was fully on display before his covetous gaze. Shame flushed a deep crimson over my skin as I coated two of my fingers with the rose-scented oil, then reached for my entrance.
I had prepared other people before, but had never done this to myself, and was rather clumsy doing it. I shoved my fingers in, biting back a hiss, and desperately trying to get this over with.
“Slow down, Fenris. Are you also this impatient with omegas or betas you’ve been with?” came Damien’s voice.
“Of course not!” I snapped.
“Then be gentle to yourself.” His dulcet voice was tender and soothing, unbending my nerves.
I took a deep breath and slowly worked myself open.
The sensation was so strange and doing it for myself was entirely different from doing it for others.
Because of the awkward angle, I couldn’t reach too deep, and couldn’t find that one spot Damien so easily found last time ...
I could only imagine what I looked like in Damien’s eyes: my rear raised high in the air, my shaft painfully hard, my fingers going in and out, smearing the oil everywhere.
This mental image, which should have made me feel ashamed, only sent another shivering pleasure through my body.
I could hear Damien’s breathing become heavy and ragged, like a lion about to lunge on his prey.
The next moment, his powerful body was on me.
His bare chest pressed against my back, and I inhaled sharply as I felt the tip of his weapon breach the half-opened gate.
His strong hands secured my hips like vises, pulling me back toward him, as he relentlessly impaled me with his shaft.
I only made a startled sound when he breached me, then all I could do was brace myself and try to breathe. I had taken him once in the bath, but it still amazed me how my body managed to accommodate that monstrous thing without breaking.
Once he was fully in, he held me from behind, sniffing my neck ravenously.
“You are mine ...” he growled into my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
I said with a shaky voice, “I’m ... I’m yours ...”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours ... ah!” He slammed in when I said it, knocking all the air out of me, and hit that delicious spot with full force. Sharp, overwhelming pleasure pierced my skull and shattered all my rational thoughts.
“Again!” he commanded.
“I’m yours! I’m yours! I’m yours!”
Every time I said it, he would hit the spot, making me see stars before my eyes.
Then he no longer waited for my words and settled into a controlled yet unrelenting pace.
I felt like a leaf thrown into a maelstrom, being tossed up and down in the sea of sinful euphoria; all control had been thrown out of the window, and I forgot about all the rules, the shame, or the duties.
I completely submitted to Damien, to my own desire, and it felt ... wonderful.
I spent not long after, staining the black velvet bedding. Damien went on for quite a bit longer, but then he began to lose control, too. His pace grew erratic, and he hammered down with so much force that I was pushed hard into the mattress, and I could barely breathe.
“I want to knot you,” he suddenly said.
“How?!” I blurted out, though not trying to stop him. It was a genuine question, since alphas didn’t have the built-in structure that an omega had to accept knots.
With a final thunderous growl, he slammed hard into me and spent all his essence.
Soon, I felt him begin to swell in me, stretching me impossibly wide.
It was strange, but not wholly unpleasant, inching toward pain but not quite yet, sending a tingling static through my body.
It also firmly locked us together and would probably last ten to fifteen minutes, based on my experience.
My head swam in a cozy, hazy blank for a while after he collapsed on my back.
I felt his arms slide around me, turning us to lie on our sides, hugging me from behind while waiting for the knot to subside, before we could separate.
His chest was covered in sweat, yet so warm that I didn’t ever want to leave.
He scattered kisses on my shoulder with such tenderness as if I were something fragile. Such a stark contrast to the raw power he rained down on me mere minutes ago.
“I want to hold you and fall asleep like this, every night,” he whispered, as though worried I was already asleep.
I grinned and said languidly, “Every night? You’ll grow tired of me within a month.”
“Do you think of me as some kind of rake?”
“Are you not?”
“Of course I’m not! You are the only one I ever marked!” he said indignantly.
“By accident,” I pointed out with a laugh. “Meanwhile, you have the most beautiful omegas and betas lined up, ready for you to choose from.”
“I don’t want them,” Damien leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I want you. I think I’ve wanted you since I saw you in the fighting ring that first night ...”
I gave him a sidelong glance. “Bullshit. You almost turned me into a court joke that night.”
“Well ... I didn’t know exactly what I wanted then, but ...” He chuckled. “At least I have had your full attention ever since.”
“You asshole!” I turned my head to scowl at him. “Is this how you woo someone you like? I didn’t see you pull the same stunt on Lovel?”
“I don’t like Lovel.”
“But you’ve been allowing him to get close to you, haven’t you?” I said bitterly.
The very mention of Lovel seemed to diminish his knot faster than anything. Damien sighed, sitting up. I bit back a moan, refusing to regret losing the warmth of his hug.
“Eclipse wouldn’t take no for an answer in this matter. I’ve been trying to drag this out as long as possible,” he said apprehensively.
I also sat up, wincing a little when something sticky came out ... But I decided to focus on my question. “Why can’t you just reject him? I thought the whole point of the ball was for you to choose a mate you actually want?”
“And I already made my choice, even though it was not done in a traditional way.” He glanced at my mating mark and gave me a faint smile, though it didn’t brighten up his eyes.
“But my mother wants me to choose Lovel. I’m still trying to find a way not to have to select anyone at the ball, but for now, I need to ...
appease her, until I can find a solution. ”
I frowned in perplexity. “You are tolerating someone you don’t even like making advances on you, only because your mother asks you to? I didn’t know you were such a mama’s boy!”
Damien rubbed his eyes with the base of his palm, and he looked ... haunted.
“You don’t know my mother, you don’t know what she’s capable of,” Damien said, looking up at me. “I don’t want her to harm you, so I need to keep her happy.”