Syon
The smellof sex and violets and vanilla covered me like a blanket.
Viola’s heat had broken sometime in the early morning, and we had both fallen into a deep sleep. My body ached for her still. That elusive scent that had haunted my dreams now lingered in every breath. I needed to have her again. Take her, breed her, and—Goddess forgive me—mate her because my instincts screamed for it. Yet everything else protested—I could not be like those feral alphas perpetuating the rape of omegas lost to their heats. The savage rejected even those basest needs.
From the moment I had seen her at the ball, I had not thought of her deception. But now in the bright light of morning, all I knew was the never-ending guilt of betrayal. I loved Hartwell. But was Viola the same as my enchanting secretary, or was that an act as well? I had rushed back to London heedless of the consequences. Then her heat had come on so fast. Now daylight revealed how very little I knew about this woman.
I turned my head, resting my cheek on a pillow infused with our scents. All I saw was her back and a mass of black hair. That graceful back I remembered seeing arched and begging. How strong it looked. How perfectly yet delicately muscled. My cock, already hard, throbbed as I took in the marks I had made on the pristine canvas. There was nothing gentle about how I had bitten across her shoulders and along the graceful line of her neck. Except her mating gland which stood out for its untouched perfection.
Until that moment I had never felt worse. The realisation that I had violated her. True, she had been begging, but omegas were needy and vulnerable in their heats. It came flooding back. She’d been at Gale’s to find a mate. Her uncle most likely wanted her to marry Gale’s heir. I scowled. Even if she did not want me, I could not let her be with a man and alpha I had no respect for—she was too good for him. However at war I was with myself about what to do next, if Viola wanted, needed a mate, that one could only be me. I had ruined everything. I had stolen her and rutted her through her heat, taken her virginity, and done everything but marked her as mine. I regretted nothing. Instead, I swelled with a hunger for her body, a need to have her in the bright morning sunshine. All to remind her that there would be no other alpha in her life. I had not mated her yet, but I wouldn’t let her be with another. I was a selfish bastard and I refused to share her. At least not yet. There was time enough for the difficult conversations. I wondered if I had held back, not just out of consideration, but for a greater reason—that after her deception I did not in fact want her beyond her body. A pretty lie to tell myself because I did not like my new self. The one that would gut another alpha for looking at her too long or one who threatened to take her from me.
I reached a hand to trace her spine, but, as my finger made contact, she flinched away from me. I froze. My heart stuttering to a stop as reality crashed in. Outside of her heat this omega, my omega, might yet reject me. Perhaps she would decline to be my duchess, refuse to become my wife. Based on the way she had recoiled from my touch, I had been right to give her the choice rather than take it from her. Thank Goddess. I let out a heavy sigh. If she would reject me, at least there would be no bond there to tear us apart from the inside out.
“Your hands are cold,” she mumbled and twisted under the sheets until we were facing. She pushed her tangled, dark hair from her face. For the first time, I was aware enough to study her face—violet eyes, thick lashes, and a little yawn that ended in a murmur of contentment. She blinked away the last of her sleep and chuckled. “I think that means I’m out of my heat if I flinch from cold hands.”
Her smile could have made a starless, moonless night as bright as day. My heart released and soared with that.
I had perfection before me.
And perfection didn’t hate me or my touch.
“Do you think we might call for some food? I had not expected to be so hungry,” she blushed.
I needed to have her again, damn the consequences. Damn the fact we needed to talk all this over.
“Yes. I find that I am starved,” My lips found hers. Slow and sinful kisses to make her drunk with desire. I would give her a different taste of alpha this morning. Not that brutal, instinctive fucking we had perfected but something more permanent. I would not rush us to completion. I would take my time. First I would feast. My kisses made a pilgrimage to her neck, nipping where I had already marked her then soothing kisses. I bit, gentle and careful, at her mating glad to test the waters. She rewarded me by pressing my face into her neck. I growled, pleased with her response. But no omega would dictate my seduction. From there, to her breasts, weighing them with my hands, teasing her nipples with my tongue.
“I meant food,” she gasped. I would never get enough of those little sounds she made. Would never grow bored with dragging them from her. I pinched the rosey buds, they had been neglected for hours, but that would be rectified when I suckled on her breast, lavishing them with attention as she arched into my touch. Her hands laced through my hair, tugging. My omega had desires, but so did I.
And I desired to taste her slick drenched sex at my leisure. Spending my time, head buried between her thighs, all day if I could. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but I would suspend time to spend an eternity with her in her nest.
“This is the nectar of the gods. An ambrosia. There is no need for food,” I informed her and licked again from the pucker of her ass—where I had yet to take her—to the sensitive pearl at the top of her sex. After that first deliberate pass, I teased her pussy coated with slick that tasted as sweet as ever. I feasted, reached deep within her with my tongue, and sucked on her clit. Taking my pleasure by giving her hers. Aware that with each moment I drove her closer to the point of no return. And once she arrived there, I would keep going. For it was my pleasure to draw out hers until she was mad with bliss.
“I need you inside me now,” she purred with a painful tug on my hair. Very well, I’d satisfy my omega’s needs. After all, I’d decided we’d spend an eternity together.
I surged up her body and sheathed myself in a single sure stroke, pushing my already partially swollen knot into her slick cunt. She had taken me over and over the last week but she was as tight as ever.
“Alpha!” She begged. “Oh Goddess, I feel you everywhere.”
I growled with that primal satisfaction and began to thrust. I took my time, pulling out until just the tip teased her opening before slowly gliding into her wet heat. Each movement a delicious torture.
My knot swelled and even before it had reached its full size, I could feel her locking down on me with her omega’s muscles that completed the seal, preventing my seed from leaving her body. And around me her walls clenched, milking me. The increased pressure sent me back into rut, pulsing over and over into her, filling her with my cum to plant a pup in her womb.
“I...”
“Shh,” I kissed her forehead. “Shhh. Be quiet and rest.”
“With you pressing me into my nest?” She asked.
“Exactly.”
“But I’m hungry,” she pouted.
“Then I shall summon Timms, and he can bring us food like this. Or would you prefer for me to carry you, naked and impaled on my knot, to the dining room?”
“Oh,” she wriggled beneath me and my knot, which had begun to relax, flared again. I caught her gasp in a kiss. “I am... Oh, Goddess, please. I am so full. I can feel you... How could you be so big? How can my body take you?”
I growled and grew hard again at her words. Her face went slack, her mouth opening into a perfect “o” of delight as another, then another orgasm washed over her. I did not force my knot into her this time. My omega was hungry and needed another kind of tending.