I could see her dusky nipples through the fabric, and my mouth grew dry. I set my harp down and began to rise. “No,” she said, her face flushed, “I want….”
Her sudden embarrassment surprised me. “Anything, wildflower.”
“I want you to stay there,” she said, her eyes still lowered, “but I want you to be naked.” She swallowed hard. “And I want you to touch yourself.”
I had already been half-erect as she undressed, but now my trousers grew even tighter. She had never asked for that, never even hinted she would like to see such a thing. It made me wonder what other desires she’d kept hidden away.
“Anything for you, my love,” I repeated, removing my leather jerkin, then my shirt. Vali’s gaze roamed over my chest, and I flexed my muscles, making her giggle.
“More,” she demanded.
I bowed my head. “Yes, little queen.”
Slowly, I stood as she scrambled onto my bed, sitting cross-legged in the center as I ran my hands over the front of my trousers, pressing the fabric around my erection. Her pupils were dilated, her breath already coming in soft pants. As I toed off my boots and socks, one hand still rubbing my cock through my trousers, her hands began to dance with small fluttering strokes over the blanket beneath her.
I unbuckled my belt, looping it in one hand, and she bit her lower lip, chewing it like she was considering something. I moved the belt to one side, and her eyes followed it, a touch of disappointment in them as I dropped it.
Hmmm. Did my little wildflower want me to tie her? She didn’t like being spanked, but Vilkurn had taught her to enjoy soft restraints. Maybe on another night, she would be ready for something harder.
For now, I had my orders. Slowly I unbuttoned my trousers, slipping them down, and standing naked before her. Her breath caught as she stared at my rigid cock, and the heavy bulge of flesh that was my knot at the base. Her teeth worried harder at her plump lower lip, her eyes flaring with desire and a touch of trepidation. Was it wrong that I liked that? That she was so small, so tight, and my cock brought a hint of pain along with the pleasure I gave her?
I gripped the base of my erection just over my rapidly thickening knot and pumped it slowly. The air filled with the musk of my arousal, and the honey-drenched peaches of hers.
“Are you making the sheets wet for us, darling?” I signed with my free hand. “Is your slick coating you, getting you ready to take me?”
I snarled when she shook her head, denying me. Her hands flew around the bed, her glance returning again and again as she instinctively created a bowl of linens that curved up at the edges of the mattress. She hesitated, her gaze flitting around the room.
“More,” she demanded, but I knew she didn’t mean more of me. Or notjustme. I had read about this. Omegascouldhave sex without a nest, but they felt more secure with a well-built one. My mate needed more fabric for her construction, though she had used all the covers and pillows I had.
Her tongue darted out as I stepped around her to my wardrobe and withdrew a stack of clean clothing, freshly laundered shirts and trousers. She let out a growl, and I turned to the basket of dirty clothing, grabbing the shirts I had thrown there for the maid.
She pulled the topmost garment to her face and sucked in a deep breath, then let out a tiny growl. “Yes.” Her pupils were blown, her breathing shallow. “Perfect.”
“Strip,” I commanded. She shook her head again. “Naughty kitten,” I signed and gave a growl of displeasure. “Strip, Omega. You say you are not wet for me. I need to change that so I can stuff you full. I’m going to fuck you hard, make you come so many times you beg me to stop.”
“No,” she snarled. “I’m not done.” She draped the shirts over the edges of the nest, building up the walls higher, and finally lay back.
“If you don’t strip, Vali, I will have to punish you.”
She laughed like she didn’t believe me. I stepped up to the side of the bed, letting my cock drape over the very edge, the beads of fluid that wept from the tip wetting the fabric. Her eyes grew wide.
“Let me into your nest, Omega,” I demanded. “Let me share this perfect nest with the woman I love.” She rubbed her legs together, and didn’t speak, but eventually nodded.
I reached behind me for the discarded belt and climbed into the nest, a wicked smile curling over my lips. “You disobeyed your Alpha. You didn’t strip for me.” With that, I clasped the edges of her thin chemise with both hands and ripped it into two pieces, ignoring her squeal of shock. I reached for her underskirt, but she beat me to it, shimmying out of the fabric.
“There, I did it.” Her eyes darted wildly to the belt that I had picked up again. “No punishment needed.”
“Wrong, Omega. You need it very much.” I took in the silvered mating bites on her breasts and shoulders. For some reason, I wanted to bite her again, everywhere. Cover all the other bites with my own, destroy any sign of another man’s claim on her. I shook the thought away. She was mine, but she wasn’tonlymine.
She shivered when I growled and began to back away. I gave an Alpha’s bark, and she froze like a rabbit, quivering from top to toes. I rose over her, allowing her to feel some of my weight pressing down onto her torso, as I looped the belt around one of the sturdy oak beams that made up the cross rail at the headboard. Next, I gathered her hands in mine and placed her trembling fingers into a fist around each end of the belt. “If you let go, I’ll stop,” I signed. “You won’t get any more touching if you drop those hands, do you understand?”
“Y-yes.” Her answer was reedy and thin, but her eyes sparkled. She enjoyed this, my naughty little flower. She liked the thought of being bound, of me taking her this way.
“If you hold on, I’ll reward you,” I promised. Vilkurn had made certain all her mates knew how important it was that she have control and a feeling of safety in our play, and we had agreed to take new games in bed very slowly with our mate.
She smiled, her eyes glassy. “I won’t let go.”
I pushed her thighs apart with a roughness I had never shown, the look of her dainty fingers strangling the leather bringing out my Alpha aggression. Bending over her tiny frame, I scraped my teeth over the marks on her neck: mine, and then Rigol’s, my teeth raising lines of pink on her skin. I bit down right over my mating claim. She gasped, and the air filled with her perfume as a gush of wetness flowed out of her.
