She looks up, her dark eyes wide, and in that instant I order thewhispsto dim the orbs, plunging us into darkness.
She sucks in a breath. “Who’s there?” My scent must hit her then because she lets out a sigh. “Oh. It’s you.”
My throat is tight with anxiety. “Little one,” I manage, “are you in distress?”
Her hand goes to her mouth and she makes a noise halfway between a choke and a sob.
I’m by her side instantly, pulling her to my chest, stroking her back, growing dizzy from her honeyed scent. “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”
She shakes her head, her face still buried in the folds of my cloak.
The sudden low rumble surprises us both. Rose starts, then leans back a little to glance at my face before crawling into my lap.
I’m purring. I didn’t know I could purr before today. Before I met her. It’s instinctual, almost like breathing. Alphas purr to soothe and comfort their Omegas. It’s like a natural sedative.
And it’s working.
My mate curls against me in a fetal position, her fingers clenched in my robe, her cheek pressed against my chest.
“Poor little Omega,” I murmur.
“I’m not an Omega.” Her voice is muffled.
This again? She’s so determined to fight her nature.
Let’s see if I can show her what she truly is.
I continue to purr and stroke her. Comforting her this way is almost as satisfying as rutting her.
I cannot say why Ulf decided to send this jewel to me but one thing is certain: she belongs to me now. I would kill anyone who tried to part us.
Just the thought is enough to make my purr become a low growl, and Rose’s reaction is an instant moan of desire. She moves in my lap until she’s straddling me, her hands on my shoulders, her mouth an inch from mine.
I kiss her hungrily, my hand on the back of her head, my cock giving a jerk as my tongue finds hers. I slide my thighs wider apart, spreading her open, until the tight skirt of her dress has ridden up above her hips and her sex is suspended in mid-air, easily accessible. Reaching down, I cup the hot, slick part of her—
Why in Ulf’s name is she wearing underwear? I’ll order thewhispsto burn every last scrap of it. Roaring into our kiss, I carefully slide a claw under the material and tear it so I can remove the offending garment. Then I retract my claws and resume growling.
She lets out another moan as my fingers find her cunt and part her lips, holding her open, dragging my thumb over that rigid bud where they meet.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps, breaking the kiss and burying her face in my shoulder.
“You like that?” I croon and her clit jumps in answer. “I think you do.”
“Fuck me.” Her voice is thick. Desperate. “Now. Fuck me now… please.”
“Oh I’ll fuck you, little one. You were made for the rut. Made to take my cock—and my seed. But first, I want to make you come right here, just like this, all splayed open and vulnerable.”
She grips me tighter and her clit leaps beneath my touch.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? This little bud—” I trace circles over it with my thumb, “is so very hard, and you’re making so much slick, it’s dripping into my palm. If I took my hand away, you would be gushing all over the floor.”
“Nooo!” I can almost taste her shame, but her arousal is obvious. “Please, just—”
“You do not give commands. I give commands. You obey. But I will bargain with you, little one. You climax good and hard for me with your tight cunt stretched wide and dripping, and when I decide you’ve had enough—when I’ve milked you to an entire puddle on the floor—I’ll reward you with my cock. I’ll rut you until you see stars, until your every hole is overflowing with my cum.”
Rose started contracting against my hand halfway through my whispered promise, her entire body vibrating with a tremendous orgasm. I keep her little hole spread wide open through every last spasm, my thumb never leaving her pulsating clit.
“That’s it, little one, that’s my good girl. Don’t stop now, I want more. Your slick is splashing all over the floor as you come, it’s so fucking hot…”
