Now, however, I wondered how those delicate pink lips would taste under my own. I wagered they were sweet, like the thick floral scent surrounding the omega in front of me.
Guinevere’s eyes shifted down to where my hands were touching the soft skin of her cheeks and hesitantly she reached up to cover my fingers with her own.
“I will take care of you, little queen,” I promised. “The moment you became my wife I vowed with my life that I would protect and cherish you regardless of your origins. Getting to know each other the way you wish will take time, but we must come together so as not to anger the gods.”
“These gods could use some frustration,” Guinevere muttered petulantly, still she finally nodded in surrender. “Okay, I’ll do it. Just… be gentle? I’ve never done this outside of my heat so my memory is a little bit fuzzy.”
Surprise filled me at her words. I would need for her to explain them to me better later on, but for now the beast that always seemed to creep in the back of my head was digging its claws into my good sense and if I wasn’t buried in between this omega—my omega’s thighs soon I feared I would lose myself completely.
“I will make the very stars blur in the heavens,” I told her roughly, “and the gods will hear your cries and know you are home.”
Then I dropped my mouth to hers and was lost to the sensation of it.
Chapter Ten
Kissing an alpha for the first time in years was an almost electrifying experience.
Before I started taking suppressants when I was twenty-two I had gone through only a few spotty heat cycles since awakening as an omega.
My memory of those times were a blurry memory of soft-spoken alphas that soothed the dull burn inside of me and made sure that every inch of me was calmed so that the heat wouldn’t last longer than it needed to.
But this? This did little to cool the anticipatory inferno that had been building slowly in between my thighs ever since I’d stepped into my nest.
Arthur’s mouth was all-consuming, his beard tickling my face as his fingers slid from my cheeks to cup my jaw and tilt my face upwards for better access.
Never before had I kissed someone who felt as hungry as I was. It was almost enough to help me forget about the fact that we’d just gotten married on the fly.
Almost. There were so many questions I still had and I needed to find Merlin in order to ask them and they were still in the back of my mind as Arthur’s tongue slid deliciously against mine.
Was it possible for me to change a future that seemed so set in stone? Was I making a mistake letting myself fall head first into what could only end in sadness?
My instincts were telling me that it was. That maybe, if I stayed around long enough, I could avoid the deaths of Arthur and the strange men who were supposed to be a part of his pack.
But I couldn’t even ask Merlin his thoughts because the damned wizard was avoiding me.
“Little queen,” Arthur’s voice surprised me. I hadn’t even realized he had pulled away from our kiss until he spoke. “You should not get distracted.”
He reached up and knocked his fist gently against my forehead. “I want to be the only thought in this pretty head until morning.”
“Until morning?” I squeaked, gawking at the alpha who smiled for the first time since we’d come into these chambers.
“You do not think I would be so callous as to only bring my new wife to the greatest pleasure she could ever experience just once did you?”
My face flushed hot at his words.
“That’s one way to overblow your expertise, my king,” I couldn’t help but tease.
Arthur’s blue eyes darkened with a mixture of mirth and desire. “May I enter your nest, omega?”
“I’m surprised you know the words,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I slipped back out of his hands and let myself fall back onto the cushioned material.
Arthur blinked, clearly also surprised. “Truthfully, my mind just seemed to supply them for me.”
Instincts, I thought with an inward scoff.I guess they haven’t changed much over the centuries.
I could still remember sitting in the required classes that omegas were required to take and being taught the song and dance that we were all supposed to know by heart.
‘Never let an alpha into your bed unless they ask properly, omegas,’the old battle axe of an omega teacher had told us as she showed us different versions of the words that had existed for as long as the evolutionary designations had existed.‘If an alpha can’t get down on their knees for you then they have no business courting an omega.’
