There’s a small table with two chairs, and I direct Rogue to set those up against the wall, completing the look with a gleaming candlestick and shimmering silver placemats.
My pussy throbs the entire time, thumping in time with my heart, cheering me on. It’s like I’m being biologically driven to decorate.
My sensible side knows this is ridiculous and a giant waste of time, considering I’m about to, you know, leave, but the inner compulsion is impossible to resist.
This must be what addicts feel like.
I want to fuck. No, Ineedto fuck.
What’s the matter with me?
When I’ve put everything in its place, I retreat to the corner of the room, breathing heavily, scrutinizing every last tiny detail. It’s still not right. Something’s still fucking missing.
Sudden tears prick my eyes. I cover my face with my hands, fighting back the wave of—what? It’s not sadness. Frustration? Maybe. Longing?
What am I doing? I’m back in that mindless state, driven by instinct rather than logic. I’m putting my all into making this windowless room, this sanctum of sorts, my ideal place for sex. I’m making up this bed and creating this lush, cozy ambience for one reason, and one reason only: to get fucked in it.
What was it the king said?You will sleep and when you wake, your instincts will drive you…
I’m making a freaking nest.
NINE
Bestian
Rose hasno idea I’m watching her. With my heart thundering in my chest, my cock straining toward my belly, and my soul aching, I stare, transfixed, at my stunning female. When she emerged from the bathing room, she looked regal. Thewhispsreported that she rejected the crown, but it does not matter. My Omega is every inch a queen.
She’s busy positioning furniture, straightening sheets, and plumping pillows in one of the many castle bedrooms while one of thewhisps—the naughty one who escaped my castle spell to follow her—helps.
She’s doing just what I predicted. What I could not predict is how satisfying it is to watch her obey her Omega urges.
I’m not an Omega,she protested. But here is proof.
She was still fast asleep in my bed when I left her, one of the furs wrapped around her slender hip, her luscious breasts bare to display still swollen nipples. Small wonder—I teased and tormented those beauties until merely brushing them with a fingertip was enough to make her gasp and shudder.
I’ve spent countless hours reading about fucking and the rut, and many of those accounts described how responsive most Omega females are to being dominated—and more. To erotic pain. As much as those tales made my cock hard, my logical mind argued that it couldn’t be true. That they must be fantasies, written to titillate, not teach.
It seems I was wrong about that, at least when it comes to the exquisite Omega who’s currently positioning and repositioning a plethora of cushions across the bed.
I can sense her frustration through the orbs my father had installed to be able to keep an eye on things. Being alone in the castle for the past decade or so, there never was a reason to use them to spy on other rooms, but now I’m grateful for them. As the suns rose this morning and it grew lighter, I had to leave, to work out a solution for my conundrum, but mere minutes without her felt like hours, and I worried about what would happen when she woke up to find me gone.
Now, I can watch over her, make sure she’s all right, while I work on my mask.
Only… she’s not all right. She’s growing ever more frantic and frustrated. Her movements are jerky and tense.
A noise erupts from my chest—a soft purr that deepens and expands. She can’t hear it but I’m trying to soothe her.
Ever since I reached adulthood, I’ve been alone. I’ve never cared this much about another person. I’ve done my best by my people, but that was more out of duty and obligation. Aside from brief commands to my councilors, I’ve barely spoken to another person in decades. And now I’m attuned to one as if her moods, wants, and fears are my own. Is this the bond? But how could it be, since I have not yet claimed her?
These feelings are like moonflower vines, bursting through the soil and stretching towards the newfound light. My world was dark, so dark, but now she is here, shining so bright, I am blinded. She is my guiding star.
I must go to her. She’s struggling, and I can feel her distress building in my chest like a physical ache. Tossing down my half-finished project, I throw on a robe with a hood, draw it down over my face, and hurry to save my Omega.
She needs me.
I stride down the corridors, ordering thewhispsto cover the windows and cut the orb lights. My scent swirls around me, intensifying. Rose’s sweet aroma hits me, and I growl.
I erupt through the door to the chamber. My Omega is perched anxiously on the edge of the bed, her face down, her fingers obsessively stroking the comforter.
