My hips rolled of their own volition. I started to sob.
Soon, even the passing of seconds felt like torture. Just drawing the heated air into my lungs felt like breathing in shards of glass. I cried into the pillow, suffering in abject misery.
I called out for Magnar and he didn’t answer. I pled for his mercy, but soon enough speaking became just as painful as breathing.
I begged and pleaded for him as my slick soaked my thighs. It came from my body in waves, practically pouring down my thighs to soak the blankets beneath me.
“Please, Magnar. Help me,” I begged.
I was no longer thinking rationally. I knew he was close. I could smell him, and I just wanted his cock. I needed it.
I suffered all alone for a long while. My fingers dug into the floorboards beneath me, my nails scouring into the wooden planks. I tried to claw my way out, but the wild beast within me demanded to be set free. My omega was in heat and the only thing that would make it stop was an alpha’s cock.
It was how things were, the natural order of the world, and there was
nothing that could fight against that.
I was helpless to the urges inside me. My arousal shackled me, and I knew there was only one way out.
The lock finally grated, and the door flung open so hard that it slammed into the wall with a loud clatter. I turned my face only to see him scrutinizing me, a wild look on his face that both frightened and aroused me at the same time.
“Omega,” he growled.
My core shuddered and a rush of wetness flooded beneath me onto the blankets.
“Your slick calls to me,” he continued, and I shook there on the floor before him.
There was only one thing to say, so I said it.
Chapter 8
Magnar
“Please, give me your cock, alpha.”
Her words were like music to my ears, her voice a soft desperate melody that rushed through my veins with vivid intensity and I couldn’t make it stop. To this point, it had taken everything in me to keep myself from touching her. Last night, I hadn’t been able to come to her room because I wanted to claim her. I had been angry with her that she’d run from me, but I wanted her all the same.
I closed my eyes and the picture of her naked body over my knee flashed before them. My cock was already hard as iron, but as I flexed my palm and remembered how it felt to redden her backside, I grew even harder.
I’d enjoyed spanking her. I wanted to do it again.
I’d taken pleasure in marking her bare little bottom with my belt and I’d relished the moment I’d discovered how my cruelty had left her soaking wet and needy for more. She’d wanted my belt and I’d given it to her.
I’d be more than willing to give it to her again.
Right now, though, there were bigger concerns on the table.
I stared at her in her little nest. She was entirely naked. Her skin was flushed pink and the blankets beneath her were sopping wet with her slick. Her thighs were glistening with it. She was trembling, not from her fear of me, but from the power of what was happening inside her. Her hips rocked back and forth. Her fingers dug into her own flesh as she tried to grapple with what was likely the first bout of estrous in her life.
Her pale blue eyes stared at me with open despair and I found it hard to look away. The draw between us was quickly turning primal, nothing more than an omega needing to be claimed hard by an alpha.
But she was my omega, and I was her alpha.
She belonged to me. Only me.
And I wanted to take her.
The scent of her was sweet, like blooming cherry blossoms and elegant roses and decadent citrus. I couldn’t get enough of it. The more of it I breathed in, the more I wanted to push aside my reluctance to put her in danger.