I pressed myself to him, and one of his hands moved down, lifting my skirt, and finding the nub of flesh that rested at the top of my folds. “This, Omega, is what I want. I want to pluck you, to lick and bite you here. I want this in my mouth, under my lips, and your legs wrapped so hard around my head that I can’t breathe as I plunge into you with my tongue.”
He had switched into his native language as he moved his fingers over my clit, pinching and rubbing and circling. His hands were drenched with the wetness I produced, and the sensations he brought forth were pure pleasure, with just enough roughness to keep my mind on the magic he was working between my thighs.
The coiling in my center grew almost painfully tight as he moved, and now the storm outside was nowhere near as wild as the storm he was creating inside me.
“Kavin!” I rasped out his name as something began to build, a terrifying sensation, like falling, like flying. I was afraid for it go on; I was petrified that it would stop.
“Yes,kralovna,that’s it. Let go, come on my hand, spill your juices on me, let me lick them, let me plunder your sweetness with my fingers. Open for me,kralovna…”
Suddenly, he pinched my clit tighter, and worked another finger below to tease at my lips, at the place that I knew was closed. Unlike Beta women, my Omega nature kept my womb sealed until I accepted a mate; I had learned that much. I’d thought I might someday open down there for Thorn, but no one else.
But now, with those fingers moving so close to it, I felt something loosen, and a gush of fluid spilled out onto Kavin’s hand. Was I opening?
He groaned as the air around us grew as thick as honey. “Come, sweetness,” he implored. “Come on my hands.”
The lightning at that moment lit up the room with a burst of fire, then five bolts, keeping the room illuminated. I glanced to see if Thorn was awake, and saw him standing against the wall, as far away as he could get.
I froze, trembling, unable to keep moving. Then his voice rasped out, shocking me. “Come, little queen,” Thorn demanded. “Come for us both.”
I had spent so many years listening to him, obeying him, trying to please him, that it was impossible not to do as he told me now. I exploded into sensation, the heat between my legs pouring out as the world dissolved into light and power and a pleasure that never seemed to stop.
At last, I lay there panting as Kavin’s fingers slowed, gentling me down from the heights.
“May I?” he asked softly. I had no idea what he meant to do, but I nodded. After what he had just given me, I wouldn’t deny him anything.
He dipped his head down between my legs and began to lap up the juices there. His tongue was decadent and strong, demanding as it probed and lapped at my too-sensitive flesh.
By the stars.He drank from my dripping folds and moaned as he swallowed. It felt filthy and obscene, and I looked up to see if Thorn disapproved. But he was gone. He’d left the room.
I closed my eyes and let myself feel Kavin’s tongue, sinking back into pleasure.
I had cried my last tear for Thorn.
KAVIN
Ihadn’t spent much time in my short life praying. But that night, I did.
I thanked the Goddess for storms, and small bunks, and for that one widow at Wargate Hall who’d pulled me away from my father’s war council meeting and into a closet. She’d shown me what to do with all the magical parts that lay under a woman’s clothing, though we hadn’t had the time to go further.
I had pleased my Omega over and over, until she begged me to stop, and now she lay panting beside me. If the Goddess never smiled on me again, I would still live every day of my life knowing I had been blessed beyond most mortals.
Beside me, Roya stirred. “Kavin,” she said, her voice raspy from crying out, at times as loud as the raging winds had been. “Thank you.”
“No,kralovna, being allowed to touch your body is the greatest gift I have ever received. You must not thank me.” Her soft laugh thrilled me.
“Still, the way you touched me… It was amazing. Can I… Can I touch you?” I made a muffled noise of assent. It might have been a whimper if Alphas made such noises.
She sat up slightly, and I felt small, warm hands exploring the planes of my chest and abdomen, moving perilously close to my groin. Fire raced through my veins, and I stifled a true moan. I gently clasped her shoulders and hunched away from her touch. “Kralovna, you must not. This is no place for us to be mated.”
“Mated?” In the dark I couldn’t see her expression, but her voice sounded strangled. “I’m not talking about mating, Kavin. I’m not ever going to mate. I just wanted to… have fun.”
The air rushed out of me. Never mate? There was so much she didn’t understand about her own nature. It wasn’t her fault; almost all the texts about Omegas had been hoarded or destroyed. But her ignorance could hurt her badly.
“Roya. You are an Omega. One of only two found since the last of the plagues, nearly three hundred years ago.” I swallowed my pride. “You don’t need to mate with me, or mate soon…” Although her heat was approaching, and I knew that meant whichever Alpha she was with when that day came would indeed mate her if she allowed him near enough. “But Roya, you are the hope for future generations. Alphas are changing, becoming twisted, warped. There are fewer of us every generation who have any sense of honor. We don’t have Omegas to care for, to keep us sane. Too many Alphas feel the need to possess but not protect, and even good men like my own… like my own warlord, are willing to do unspeakable things to help our warriors avoid that madness.”
I had witnessed atrocities committed against Beta women in Starlak by Alphas gone mad with lust and rage. They might have been evil men even in the days before the plagues, but living all our lives with no hope of a true mate had brought that darkness to the surface for many.
“Alphas are changing? Madness? What do you mean?” Her voice was filled with a sharp fear.
