“I’m sure that can be arranged. In fact, one of them has already asked after you.”
“What? When? Who?” Outraged that he didn’t tell me this before, I huff out a breath and spin around to glare at him.
“Settle, little one.” Reaching out, Bestian threads his claws into my hair and tugs my head back carefully so I’m drowning in the ocean depths of his gaze. “I simply forgot to mention it before now. My apologies.”
Goddamn it, why can I never stay mad at him? Why is my tummy twisting with longing just from the way he’s looking at me?
“It was Kim,” he continues. “The Golden King’s queen. Quite a handful, apparently, but she is wise, and brave.”
To my astonishment, an acid flare of jealousy burns through my gut at his praise of another woman. Is this an Omega thing too? I don’t remember being the rabidly jealous type. “Is she now?” I’m unable to hide my icy tone.
Bestian chuckles. “There it is, the famous Omega jealousy. There’s no need to worry, my little moonflower. I only have eyes for you. You are smart, witty, and so very beautiful. The most perfect Omega of them all.”
Infuriatingly, his words immediately ease my anxiety. I look away, my face hot. I’ve always loathed it when men put other women down to reassure their partners. And now here I am, lapping this shit up. The fuck is wrong with me?
“Do you deny it?”
“You’re biased. And a nerd.”
“Nerd?”
His confused tone brings my gaze back to his face. “Never mind. It’s an Earth thing. But you are one. Believe me.” My hand reaches of its own volition to touch his cheek through the mask. I want to see more of him.
“It is not to be,” he says, and I realize I spoke aloud. He takes my questing hand in his giant one.
“I want to touch you,” I whisper. The drowsy intoxication I felt earlier has faded, replaced by new waves of tingling heat in my lower belly.
“Then touch me, little Omega.” He slashes the front of his shirt with a claw and the fabric peels away from his muscular chest. My palms ache to feel his gleaming skin.
There’s an argument I’m supposed to be making but it’s slipping away. My clit is thrumming insistently, distracting me. “I’m not an Omega,” I mumble.
His sudden growl makes me jump. A little moan escapes me, and my pussy flutters deliciously.
“Do you need proof?” His eyes—glittering dark pools in the gloom—have me frozen in place. He retracts his claws and then, while one arm clamps around me, his other hand delves under my dress. His finger finds my nether lips, sliding between them to release a gush of my juice, and the groan that comes out of me doesn’t sound human. It’s raw. Primal. Desperate. He finds my throbbing bud and circles it for a tantalizing moment before bringing his dripping fingertip up to waggle it in the air between us.
Need crashes through me.
“You are an Omega, Rose. Only an Omega would respond to me this way. Only an Omega produces this kind of slick.” As if to prove his point, he licks it off his finger, his eyes never leaving mine.
I can only stare at him, as if he’s hypnotized me. The ache in my sex is excruciating.
“You may not be Ulfarri, but I don’t care. And I don't care where you came from. Ulf saw fit to reach across the universe and bring you to me.” His eyes flash. “Now, you are mine. And mine you will stay.”
My heart is pounding and there’s a twist in my lower belly at his words. Fear? Lust? I can’t tell.
Bestian looms over me. “No more fighting it. You will submit to your true nature.” I can’t move—I’m imprisoned by his iron-hard arm. “You will submit to me.”
He growls again and my whole body convulses. I close my eyes as white hot stars burst behind my eyelids. My legs give out but Bestian scoops me up. On sheer instinct, I lock my legs around him and rock my hips forward, seeking maximum contact.
“So eager, little Omega.”
A pained sound escapes my throat. I strain closer, frantic to relieve the pounding need in my core.
“Easy,” he soothes. His huge hands find my ass, cupping and lifting me. He’s holding me up as I grind my aching, throbbing clit against him. Tiny climaxes sparkle and fizzle between my thighs, building to a crescendo.
“Bestian!”
“Yes, little one, say my name. Your body knows what it was made for, even if you deny it.”
