"What is it, little omega?"
I take a shaky breath, gathering courage. "I want to see you. All of you. Your... anatomy."
His pupils dilate at my request, and something predatory flashes in his expression. "Are you certain? Once you see what I really am, there's no going back to thinking of me as anything close to human."
The warning sends a thrill through me rather than fear. "I want to see what my alpha really is."
His smile is pure possession. "Then let me show you exactly what you're going to belong to, little scientist."
Whatever I'm about to discover, I know it will change everything.
CHAPTER 14
THORIAN
Maya's request tosee my anatomy sends a surge of possessive satisfaction through me that nearly breaks what's left of my control.
My rut has been building since the moment her heat broke this morning, my body responding to her virgin omega scent with primal need that grows stronger by the hour. Watching her fall apart under my mouth, hearing her scream my name as she discovered pleasures she never knew existed—that pushed me dangerously close to losing the careful restraint I've maintained for eight centuries.
"Are you certain?" I ask, though my cock is already responding to her eager curiosity. The prehensile length stirs restlessly beneath my clothes, and I can feel the vines at my forearms beginning to emerge. "Once you see what I really am, there's no going back to thinking of me as anything close to human."
"I want to see what my alpha really is," she repeats, and the way she says 'my alpha' makes something primitive roar to life in my chest.
Mine. She's finally accepting what she is, what we are to each other. The conditioning has worked perfectly—too perfectly.Looking at her now, flushed and sated from my worship, I can barely remember why I was supposed to maintain distance.
I stand slowly, giving her time to change her mind, but her dark eyes never leave me. There's trust there, complete and devastating trust that makes my chest tight with emotions I can't afford to feel.
When I push the leather down my hips, her gasp echoes through the laboratory.
My cock emerges fully erect, thick and curved and moving with its own intelligence. It's massive compared to her small frame—longer and thicker than any human male, with a prehensile quality that makes it seem almost alive. The head is already leaking precum designed for conception, and as she watches in fascination, it curves slightly toward her like it recognizes its intended target.
"Oh my God," she whispers, her eyes wide with shock and unmistakable desire. "It's so much bigger than I imagined. And it really does move on its own."
"Everything about me is designed for claiming omega," I tell her, my voice rougher than usual. "For breeding. For ensuring my seed takes root."
Her scientific mind is clearly cataloging what she's seeing, but her omega nature is responding on a much more primitive level. I can smell her arousal spiking, can see the way her thighs press together.
"The vines were amazing," she says breathlessly, "but this... how does it work exactly?"
Instead of answering with words, I let her watch as my cock demonstrates its capabilities. The prehensile length curves and twists, showing her exactly how it can move to find every sensitive spot inside her virgin channel.
"Can I..." she starts, then blushes furiously. "Can I touch it? I want to understand... and I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
The request combined with her obvious desire to prove herself makes my rut surge dangerously. "Yes," I manage. "But carefully. It's very sensitive, and I'm already fighting not to lose control completely."
Her small hands shake as she reaches out, and when her fingers make first contact with my shaft, we both groan at the sensation. She traces the length tentatively, marveling at how the skin moves and responds.
"It's so warm," she murmurs, growing bolder. "And I can feel it moving under my hands, like it has its own heartbeat."
"Touch the head," I instruct, my voice strained. "Taste what you'll be receiving."
She looks up at me with those wide, trusting eyes, then leans forward to touch her tongue to the bead of precum at my tip. The moment she tastes me, her pupils blow wide with arousal.
"It tastes like..." she struggles for words. "Like magic. Like power. Is it supposed to be this addictive?"
"Fertility magic," I explain through gritted teeth as she licks another drop. "Designed to prepare omega bodies for conception. Even tasting it will make you more responsive, more ready."
She becomes fascinated with exploring my reactions, learning what makes me groan, what makes my cock pulse in her hands. When she tentatively takes the head into her mouth, I nearly lose control completely.
