“Why do you need that?” He sounds genuinely curious.
“For all kinds of reasons. To check I don’t have spinach in my teeth. To do my hair. To put on makeup. I don’t suppose you have any mascara, do you?” His mystified expression makes me giggle. “It’s like a paste… to put on your eyelashes. To make them darker and, in my case, more visible.” I feel naked without mascara. My lashes are long, but naturally strawberry blonde. When I’m not wearing makeup at all, I look like I don’t have any.
Turning back to the flowers, I jump when he touches my shoulder. He can be insanely stealthy considering his size. “I can make your lashes darker, pet, but I don’t know why you want me to. You’re beautiful.”
I slide my arms around his waist and look up at him. “Could you do that? Please?”
“Close your eyes,” he says, and I obey, fighting back the usual rush of lust I get whenever he gives me an order.
There’s a whisper, like a breeze, across my face, and something brushes my lashes as lightly as a butterfly wing.
“There,” he says.
“I… I can’t see myself.” Duh. Should have thought of that. “Did you make—”
“Here.” He hands me a mirror and I raise it tentatively to my face.
“Holy shit,” I murmur. My lashes never looked so perfect before. Full, long, and a deep rich brown which enhances my eyes while still looking natural. “That’s so, so incredible! And this mirror…” I turn it in my hand, examining it closely, “is exactly what I wanted. Thank you!” Instinctively, I go up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
Big mistake.
His hand curls in the hair at the base of my neck, gripping it, and his mouth comes down on mine with barely leashed ferocity. My knees turn to water and I almost drop the mirror.
For a few delicious seconds, I luxuriate in his kiss. It’s dark and seductive, but I make myself pull back. “I want you too,” I say gently, “butpleasecan we finish this room first? We’re almost done. And… maybe get something to eat?”
“You are denying me?” Krav is incredulous.
“No. I’m just asking if we can postpone.” I get a sudden urge to lick his chest but force myself to resist. That would be giving mixed signals. “I know you use a little magic toease the path, as it were, but I’m still made of flesh and blood. I’m human. I need a bit more recovery time.” I raise an eyebrow. “Unless you can heal my pussy.”
“Of course,” he says, and reaches down.
I skip out of the way. “Let’s do that—and each other—after I’ve put the curtains up and we’ve had a bite to eat.”
His answering grin is predatory. “Do not presume to make demands of me, pet,” he says slowly, folding his arms across his imposing chest. “While I enjoy indulging you, giving you things you want, never forget who I am: your Master. So I will offer you a choice. Either I rut you now, right here—and it can be quick, if you prefer—or we will wait until later, as you requested. But I warn you… if you choose to make me wait, there will be consequences. A forfeit. A price to be paid.”
I lift my chin, determined not to show how hopelessly turned on I am by his threat. His nostrils flare, detecting my arousal, and I clench my thighs around my aching clit. “What kind of price?”
His glittering eyes have me mesmerized. “You’d have to wait and see. I promise it would be one you could pay… though it might not be easy.”
Truthfully, I’m ready to let him fuck me again right here and now, but my endless curiosity is piqued and they do say that the best things come to those who wait. “I’ll take the forfeit… Master,” I add, knowing that addressing him that way drives him wild.
“Very well. We’ll finish your nest, have some food, and then…”
“And then?” I ask when he trails off.
“And then I will take you to bed and show you what happens to naughty little Omegas who presume to command me.”
My clit gives a long, languorous thump at his threat but I act unfazed. “And you’ll heal me first?”
“Of course. I don’t like to break my toys.” His wink is deviant. “Just bend them a little.”
Six
Krav
I waituntil my pet has eaten her fill of her favorite delicacies, includingleeberrytarts andkiktufruit. When she’s finished, she wipes her lips on a cloth. Thejynxswirl around to whisk the dishes away, and she flinches, but thanks them softly.
“You do not have to thank them,” I say.
