His eyes softened.
“Of course I will, baby. It’s just…this is so wrong. If anyone ever found out—”
“They won’t,” I said quickly. “You and I will take it to our graves, okay?”
Reluctantly, he nodded.
“All right, then. We’ll try it. But only because if we don’t get out of here, they’re going to make me take your virginity and do a whole lot worse to you tonight.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say that it wouldn’t be so bad to really let him breed me. My body certainly wanted his now that he had awakened me sexually. But I kept the words between my teeth, knowing I couldn’t say them. Thanks to that stupid adoption ceremony, Jake felt like what we were about to do was a sacrilege—one he was only willing to put up with to avoid committing an even bigger blasphemy.
Sadly, I was never going to change his mind. So I kept my thoughts to myself and took a drink of orange juice.
Things were about to get interesting.
TWENTY-FIVE
“Jake please…please!” I thrashed on the bed, arching my back and moaning for all I was worth.
“Be still, baby. Take it easy—please!” Jake pleaded. He still had his left hand cuffed to the headboard, and he was leaning over me as I moaned and begged and thrashed—I hoped convincingly.
Suddenly feet came pounding up the stairs and Ophelia stuck her head out of the trapdoor. There was a worried expression on her face.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” she demanded.
“I don’t know—I think maybe she’s going into Extreme Royal Heat,” Jake said, glancing up at her. “She’s been crying and saying she feels empty inside and begging me to breed her—I don’t know what to do!”
“Well, you can’t breed her fully yet—we have to wait for the full moon!” Ophelia said, frowning anxiously. “Still, maybe if you just filled her with your shaft…”
“Damn it, I don’t want to take her virginity,” Jake protested and I knew he was telling the truth—no acting required.
“You might not be able to help it.” Ophelia frowned at me in concern. “Extreme Royal Heat, you say? I’ve never heard of that.”
“It only happens to Royal Omegas,” Jake told her. He went back to stroking my hair from my face as I moaned and cried.
“Jake, please,” I begged him. “Please, just do what she said—put it in me! I need to be filled up—I need to feel you inside of me!”
“I shouldn’t,” Jake muttered and I could hear the real reluctance in his deep voice.
“You have to,” I whispered, frowning up at him. “She’s watching.”
Jake seemed to have an inner struggle with himself. Then, reluctantly, he nodded.
“Okay, baby. All right, little Ani,” he murmured, cupping my cheek as he propped himself on his elbows above me. “Spread your legs for me—I’m going to give you what you need.”
“Thank you, Jake,” I whispered, opening my thighs wide for him. I won’t deny, my heart was pounding like a drum but I was acutely aware that Ophelia was watching us like a hawk and I knew she would report back to Sorenson about everything she saw.
“All right, baby—just relax,” Jake murmured. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
As he spoke, he stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. I found myself falling into those pure-gold depths as I opened myself for him and felt the blunt head of his cock sliding over my slippery inner folds.
By now, I was almost used to the exquisitely pleasurable sensation. Only this time, when Jake finally allowed the broad head of his cock to slip inside me, I knew he was about to go further. I wanted him desperately, and yet I was afraid. For a moment, I tensed up.
“No, don’t do that—don’t get tense, Ani” Jake murmured, still stroking my hair. “Just try to relax. I’ll make it quick. On the count of three, all right?”
I took a deep breath and nodded.
“All right.”
“Count with me,” Jake told me. And we counted together. “One…Two…Three.”
There was a sharp, pinching pain—almost a tearing inside me. It brought tears to my eyes and I gave a little gasp as every muscle in my body seemed to tighten at once.
“Hey, Ani…little Ani…” Jake crooned softly and I saw that his own eyes were bright as well. “I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have.”
“It’s all right,” I whispered to him and trying to blink the tears away. “No guilt, remember? And no blame. We…we’re doing this together, Jake.”
“Together,” he echoed and leaned down to kiss my face, gently kissing my tears away. He dropped a last kiss on my mouth and looked at me again. “Do you think you can go on? Is the pain gone now?”
I wiggled experimentally. The sharp pain seemed to be over with. The loss of my virginity had really been no worse than a shot—and the pain appeared to have been as fleeting too.