“I thought seeing you would help, but”—a rolling cramp stole her breath—“you don’t purr!”
At her snappish complaint, he gave her exactly what she’d demanded. Vivid and resonant, Simin gave her a purr unlike any she’d heard before. He let it slip into his words, flavoring the air with promise as he said, “Anything you desire I will give it to you.”
Sinking to her knees, the strength fled her body. Frustrated tears falling over red cheeks, she braved another look at him. “I am hungry, but you have brought no food.”
A gentle smile on his lips, Simin toed the line, as near to her as he could possibly get. “If you were to eat now, you’d be sick, my love.”
“I’m in pain…” Yet all she could do was stare where his trousers tented and grew wet with something that promised to take all the hurts away.
“You are on the cusp of transition into full heat. At this stage, females seek seclusion to p
repare their nests. Male presence is… for later.” The bulge in his pants bobbed, and Morgaine would swear behind the clinging fabric she could see it throb when he offered, “Shall I leave?”
“NO!” She wasn’t commanding, Morgaine was begging. “Just purr, okay. Please purr until this stops.”
Black hair dripping forward when he crouched to meet her eyes, Simin shook his head. “It would not be wise to keep me here if you’ve chosen to be alone through this. Soon you’ll reach a point where estrous will take away your choice. You must decide, my beautiful Morgaine.”
Nostrils flaring, the Omega began to sniff in his direction and paw the ground to drag herself closer. Practically drooling, she ran her nose up his cloth-covered knee and put her face right to the damp spot at his crotch. Whining, hardly able to form words, she slurred, “Help me.”
“Morgaine!”
Startled, a sting in her scalp where the rutting Alpha had gathered her hair, she was made to look up.
Heidron Simin Gralloch’s eyes were fiery, his mouth in a firm line as he snarled, “I want you to give yourself to my care because you trust me. I want Morgaine to choose me, not her estrous.”
Mindlessly, Morgaine bent back in his touch, the zings along her scalp the furthest thing from pain.
I would only hurt you for your pleasure.
She set her teeth to his wrist.
I only bite so you know I’m yours.
In the blink of an eye, the world felt reborn.
The translator, groggy and half-dressed, stood by as she always did. It was to her Simin pleaded. “Her eyes are fully blown.” Morgaine did not understand the fastenings of his unusual clothing, her little fingers fumbling with the layers in an attempt to break free the pulsing organ inside. “You have to pull her off of me. I cannot do it! I will not take her without her word.”
Etaine did not answer him. Still as a statue, she watched the couple war with themselves.
The buckle snapped and a happy chirp passed plump lips. Hand closing on something warm, something that could feed her, Morgaine smiled.
“I was wrong in this, Morgaine. I should not have made you wait! I want you more than anything, more than any kingdom or ship, but it is a cheap victory this way.” Tormented, Simin shook with the effort to hold her back. “Your first estrous is special.” He could barely breathe, conquered by one small female. “It’s not to be wasted. If you are not truly ready, I can wait for the next one. By then you will understand some of what I say.”
He would not let her taste him with her lips, so Morgaine reached out her hands. Smearing the slippery offering glistening on his flared crown, she brought her fingers to her tongue and began to noisily suck them clean as she said. “You would leave me in pain? I’m empty; there is no nest here for me. Take me to yours. Fill me… hurt me for my pleasure like you promised.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you.”
Morgaine was ready to make her own conquest. This trembling male may have conquered planets, might be a great warrior of rank, but one Omega was destroying him piece by piece. “I know you love me.”
That simple acknowledgment, and Simin spurt. Gobs of aromatic temptation landed on Morgaine’s face, collected by greedy fingers. “If I take you to our rooms, you won’t leave them unbonded again. You will be mine in every possible way forever.”
Desire, lust, hunger, she was all these things—temptation of the slyest succubus as her pink tongue darted out to gather his fluid from the corner of her mouth. “Will you bite me?”
“Oh Gods!” The roar came from him as he grabbed her and slammed his lips to hers. Instinct told her he’d rush her from that open place and hide her away in his nest. There would be his delicious scent; there she would be cared for.
There could he fuck her mindless in every way she needed all the days of her estrous so she never had to feel the pain again.
Etaine made no move to stop her prince as Simin stole the feral foreigner away from their enclave. Rushing through the halls of his warship, his female caught up in one of his arms, he struck out at any male foolish enough to dare enter his path.