“Let me see,” I say, setting down the basin and first aid supplies on his nightstand.
“It’s just a small cut,” he insists, but he allows me to take his hand in mine.
“You should still clean it properly. There could be pieces of glass in the wound.”
He nods and stands. “You’re right. I’ll wash it in the bathroom.”
As he disappears into the bathroom, I hear the water running. I sit on the edge of his bed, unsure if I should leave or wait. It seems rude to just walk out when he’s injured, but being alone in his bedroom feels too intimate, too close to breaking Kieran’s rules.
While I’m debating, my eyes fall on a partially open drawer in his nightstand. A flash of bright packaging catches my attention, and before I can stop myself, I lean closer to look.
My eyes widen, and my breath catches in my throat. The drawer is filled with colorful sex toys still in their packages. They’re neatly arranged, and even though I’m a virgin, I know what they’re for. There are small bullet vibrators with ribbed silicone surfaces and leather restraints with silver buckles, silicone plugs in graduated sizes, and what appears to be a riding crop with a heart-shaped tip. Nestled among them are bullet vibrators with ribbed surfaces, and my face burns hotter when I see several realistic dildos with flared bases designed to simulate an alpha’s knot.
Oh wow, Elias is into some kinky stuff.
One package in particular draws my eye. There’s a large dildo shaped like a penis with a mechanism that makes the base swell after insertion, mimicking the way an alpha’s knot locks inside an omega during mating. The image on the box showsa female omega on her hands and knees, her face contorted in ecstasy as the toy fills her. Beside it lies a bottle of premium slick-mimicking lubricant and a pair of weighted ben wa balls in shimmering steel.
My pussy throbs in response, a rush of slick dampening my panties as I imagine how it would feel stretching me. It would be nice to have something permanently locked inside me, filling my empty pussy.
I’ve never had anything larger than my own fingers inside me, scared to break my virginity as I masturbated most nights.
“Do you like them?”
I jump away from the drawer, whirling to find Elias standing in the bathroom doorway, his hand now wrapped in a clean bandage. My face is on fire now as embarrassment curls in my belly.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry for being nosy,” I stammer, mortified at being caught snooping. “I didn’t mean to look. I just saw the drawer open, and I got curious.”
“It’s alright,” he says, his voice unusually deep. He moves closer, and I realize he’s not angry. If anything, he actually looks... interested. “I was just wondering if you thought they’d be effective. For our future omega.”
“Your future omega?” I ask, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst. This is so fucking embarrassing, but my pussy is throbbing so hard at his words.Iwant to be that omega so badly, even though it doesn’t make sense logically.
“I’ve been collecting them,” he explains, stopping just a foot away from me. “I like to imagine giving my future omega the ultimate pleasure before she receives my knot.”
There’s a heavy silence between us, charged with desire. His eyes are darker now, the amber almost molten as they travel over my face, down my neck, lingering on my chest where my nipples have hardened beneath my sweater.
He looks at me like he’s starving, and I’m the feast he’s been denied for too long. Like he wants to devour me whole and savor every bite. The intensity of his gaze makes my knees weak, and my core aches with a need I’ve never felt so strongly before.
Slick drips onto my panties, literally soaking through, and I’m scared he can smell it. Shit, I can smell my own arousal.
His eyes close as he breathes in the air. His chest puffed in excitement at my omega scent.
“How’s your hand?” I ask desperately, trying to redirect the conversation to safer ground.
He lifts it, showing me the neat bandage. “Fine. It was just a surface cut. No glass fragments.”
“That’s good,” I say, taking a step back. “I should probably go. I have laundry to sort and... and I promised Nora I’d bake cookies for when she gets home.”
The memory of Kieran’s warning echoes in my mind:no one is to be alone with me. And yet here I am, alone in Elias’s dimly lit bedroom, surrounded by his scent. I need to leave before we both lose control.
I turn to leave, and he suddenly catches my arm, “Francine, wait.”
Eleven
ELIAS
My fingers tightenaround Francine’s slender arm, and I feel her pulse thrumming beneath my touch.
She’s horny, I can smell it. The cherry scent of her arousal hits me in waves. My cock rises in my pants, straining to be let free and to rut her good.
