Like now.
I would love to hide my orgasm from Aurus, but he can feel my pussy fluttering around him. “Good girl,” he growls, before throwing his head back and climaxing with a roar.
The way his cock pulses inside me only prolongs my own pleasure, and it’s a long time before our orgasms finally subside.
He slumps over me, panting, and I lie there, trying to catch my breath, still reeling as much from the things he said as from the strength of my climax.
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
He chuckles. “I just did.”
“Yeah.” Damn him. He gave me everything I wanted—and more. I’m losing myself to him.
“Please don’t punish Juno or the others,” I say. “I made them take me to the arena. They tried to stop me from cutting my hair. It’s not their fault.”
“It’s too late,” Aurus tells me. “Their punishment has already commenced.”
I’m baffled. I’ve been with him the entire time. “When did you give that order?”
“As I was carrying you inside. I think you were a little… distracted.”
I was naked, covered in spunk, and compulsively licking his neck, so maybe I did miss him giving an order or two on the way in. “What… how are you punishing them?”
He gives a little laugh. “You will find out when you return there.”
“You’re sending me back to the harem?”
“Of course!” He withdraws from me and I give a little gasp—even when soft, his cock is impressive. “When you’re not here with me, your place is there.”
“I thought…” I blurt, then pause. There’s an annoying spike of pain in my heart.
“Yes?” He rolls off me and props himself up on his side, looking down at me. Incredibly, he reaches out and smoothes a strand of hair off my forehead. “Why did you cut your hair?”
“I threatened to shear more of it off if the ladies didn’t bring me to the arena. It worked. You see? It’s all my fault.”
“Mmm, nice try. They must still be punished.” He plays with the shaggy spikes. His voice goes gentle. “It’s soft. Like a baby bird’s down.”
I’ll never be able to work out how he can go from huge, feral beast to tender lover.
It doesn’t matter. He’s still a jerk.
The cloud of his spiced scent envelopes me, rich and drugging, like mulled wine. If I’m not careful, it’ll get me high again. Not just his smell, either—the sight of his giant body, acres of firm golden muscle, curled around me as he toys obsessively with my hair. Is there anything sexier than a brutal male acting tender?
I duck my head to wipe my face. I am not drooling over him.
His purr washes over me. “Do you wish to stay by my side, little Omega?”
I look away. How do I play this? I don’t want him to know how much I care. He’s got enough power over me.
I try a diversion. “They told me about Khan and… Emma. He has made her his queen?”
“He has. Emma is now the queen of Altrim, albeit in name only.”
“So… she has no actual power?” The Betas didn’t mention that part.
Aurus gives a dismissive little wave. “Khan adores his Omega, and indulges her every little whim, but I can’t imagine he’d allow her to rule alongside him, no. What does a Hoo-man know about ruling over an Ulfarian kingdom? No. She keeps him company… she will take care of the babe… she is a good little mate. Obedient.”
I don’t need to look at him to know he’s giving me a chiding look. He seems disappointed in the sort of Omega I am.
