Syon
I never felt soalive as the moment that I looked across my dining table at Hartwell looking pleased as punch that she had convinced me to take part in her mad scheme.
“How’s your progress with the countess?” The question seemed to sober her immediately.
“She is more interested in hearing a suit from an alpha,” she frowned and ran a finger around the lip of the glass causing it to hum. “She… She has taken me into her confidence. I am unsure if it will be possible to… Perhaps she will see my deceit and willingly fall into the arms of another without much thought. Syon, and I ask this with a formality, do you think you can be gentle with her? Take her into your household and… She wishes to be a figure of romance.”
“Yes, I can be gentle… Play with me.” I realised I didn’t wish to discuss my possible marriage to the countess. Not when it had her becoming so serious all of a sudden. I preferred playful violet eyes to sombre ones, but would she agree to my invitation? I closed my eyes to steady my nerves. Though why I should be nervous escaped me.
“Play? How would I play with you?” The violet eyes were somewhat unfocused. But her words caused me to focus on a pair of pouting lips. I had a very clear idea of how I wanted to play with her. How I wanted to play with that mouth. The image was enough that I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
“Billiards,” I said after clearing my throat.
Horne lit the candles, and I watched as the billiards room began to throw off the dark shadows. I rarely came here, having no one to play with, but the urge to keep her with me as long as possible had prompted me to insist we play. She’d admitted ignorance to the game, and instead of letting her off I only pressed harder.
“No, you are doing it wrong,” I set my cue aside and moved behind her to better hold her body into the correct position. A mistake I realised as I folded my body over hers.
My hard cock, which I’d been working to forget, begged to grind against her.
“Is this necessary?” She looked over her shoulder. Every thought was arrested by the look in those violet eyes. “Is my form truly that bad?”
“Yes... You’ve the most unusual eyes I’ve ever beheld. What can I call you when it is just us,” I smiled. It bothered me that she preferred being called Hartwell. “Tell me there is something you like more than Hartwell.”
“No,” she breathed, a faint blush staining her cheeks. “I like Hartwell more than anything… Too many treat me like a child because of my size. Iris Hartwell, the pocket alpha. All my older sisters were omegas. Iris and Viola could both have been alphas, both omegas. But in the end, it was one of each.”
“Omega? You?” I huffed a laugh and rested my forehead against her dark curls. An omega? My body shook with laughter, bitter in the knowledge that she was an alpha. If she had been an omega, I would have said her manner was at times coy, flirtatious. No. She would never be like that. Every move, look, word proclaimed her unconscious of my carnal response. “Of course, that is it.”
I licked my lips and searched for some topic that would change the tenor of our conversation.
“Did you know you could give me a glass of spoilt milk or meat gone off, and I would not be able to tell?” I asked her, knowing I shouldn’t keep her trapped by my body. But instead of straightening, rejecting temptation, I shifted closer the better to feel her heat, catch the faint whiff of violets and vanilla.
“You can’t smell?” she gasped. “But… Why?”
“I have no idea,” I admitted, breathing in her scent, knowing my cock ached for her, for an alpha. I should not find her so distracting, I should consider the deviance of desiring another alpha. Instead, I wanted to conquer her more than if she’d been an omega. Conquer and claim. But my own damned honour prevented me from enacting what my cock and knot wanted: to fuck my secretary in all her holes. “Though I suspect my busted nose might have something to do with it. Until Viola, I have not been able to scent anything.”
“Syon?” Hartwell asked. I liked the way she stretched the first syllable. No, to be fanciful, it was spoken like “sigh”, rather than the Old Testament name for Jerusalem. She did not proclaim me Zion, but something far more illicit.
“Syon,” I corrected.
“I know how to pronounce your name,” she snapped and tried to straighten in my arms but it only pushed her into my body and aching cock.We both went rigid.
“Syon,” there was a warning in her voice that I chose to ignore. A warning I refused to acknowledge.
“You are a beautiful, if impudent, woman, Puss. My body’s reaction to your proximity is only natural. I’m not ashamed of it. Nothing improper...” Except nothing could be more improper… Unless she’d been an omega. Then I’d have compromised her and be obligated to marry her.
“Puss?” she huffed, still indignant at the endearment. But instead of moving away seemed to press back onto my cock, as if exploring what was between us and damn hard to miss because the “it” was damn hard. “Oh… I… I’ve never done anything like this. With an alpha,” she whispered.
“Shall I show you?” I gave her no moment to protest and turned her, lifted her until she settled on the edge of the billiards table. Her violet eyes met mine. Our eye beams twisting and pressing forth any number of emotions, the principle of which was desire. “Have you touched yourself before?”
She smirked. “Of course I have. It isn’t just men and omegas who take their pleasure into their own hands.”
“Have you fucked?” I grinned. This time she blushed. My alpha crowed with pleasure. “You’ve never fucked. Been kissed?”
“By Sarah,” she blushed again. I was shocked. I’d expected her to have a bit more experience than a single kiss. Even if she was young…A whiff of violets and vanilla wafted off of her, and I chased the scent, hunting down where it was thickest. Unsurprisingly, it was along her neck where, if she were an omega, her mating gland would be, though that was covered by her poorly tied cravat. It suddenly occurred to me that the twins might both smell of vanilla and violets. For Hartwell was not dressed in her sister’s clothes. I told myself I wasn’t going to kiss her. Our relationship was already too complicated. I drew back, prepared to put distance between us, when she turned her head just enough for our lips to brush in a delicately chaste kiss. Heavenly, and infuriatingly inadequate as far as my alpha was concerned. I pressed forward, pushing her thighs apart so that I could rub my aching cock against her hot centre. She gasped, and I deepened the kiss, taking advantage of that willing mouth. A wave of satisfaction that I was the first alpha to claim her like this washed over me. The heat between her legs increased and she began to rock into me, unconscious and so deliciously innocent. Then her fingers laced through my hair, a gentle tug pulling me in deeper. With stunning clarity, I realised I wanted her virginity, I would be the first to fuck her. The imperative to stick my thick cock into her cunt had my hands flexing over her hips. I’d rub her clit until she screamed and squeezed so tight on my knot that I would never stop coming inside of her… I jerked back.
“I…” My eyes flickered across her face. “I should not have…”
“Syon… Please, do not apologise,” her hands clutched my coat, and her face buried into my chest. Her next words were muffled. “Oh, Goddess! But please do not apologise. As you said—”