I hated that he stole my future. I hated him for forcing me to play the simpering, submissive omega. I hated that he controlled what I ate, what I wore, and what I did. I hated that I hadn’t talked to my family since he’d found me, and that they probably thought I was dead.
But in bed, all was forgiven. Or at least, temporarily forgotten. The orgasms he coaxed out of me so skillfully were the only reprieve I had to look forward to in my gilded cage.
I dug my fingers into his hair as his mouth moved down my neck, and his fangs latched on to take his first daily allotment of my blood. His vampire venom was like liquid pleasure coursing through my veins, and I ground myself against him as a burning ache filled my core.
With one hand, he grabbed my thigh and wrapped it around his waist, his now hardened cock meeting my need.
“Victor,” I sighed. “Fuck me, please.”
He pulled off my neck and licked the blood off his lips. “You beg so pretty, darling. And I love how you ask like it wasn’t already going to happen.”
He snapped his teeth at me playfully and I yelped, prying myself from his arms and rushing to the bedroom as he gave chase, reaching out to grab my ass as I ran in front of him.
I leapt on the bed and started arranging the pillows and blankets when I saw they weren’t quite where I wanted them. I felt like a crazy person, until the reasoning behind the strange compulsion clicked.
Oh, thank Hecara, I was nesting, which could only mean my next heat was imminent. Heat for me meant days of drifting in and out of consciousness. A blessing I looked forward to.
Once everything was perfect, I turned around, beckoning him towards me with my finger, a knowing smirk on his lips as he eyed the pillows.
Yeah, he could tell it was coming, too.
His eyes fixed on mine and stayed there as he slowly took off his jacket, then his tie, followed by unbuttoning his shirt at the kind of pace that said he had all the time in the world.
I hated him, but damn, did my mate look good in a suit. His shoulder-length, wine-red hair was half tied back, and a single, silver hoop glistened from the helix in his ear.
I gave a small, frustrated whine and he smirked. “What’s the rush? I plan to be inside you until I leave again. Surely you can wait another moment?”
I really couldn’t. Talking to Victor was rage-inducing, but his cock was a drug that helped me escape from reality, and I needed my daily dose before I started to go into withdrawal.
I got back up from the bed and stomped over, unbuckling his belt and pulling it roughly from the loops. Victor stood still, watching in amusement as I then unzipped his pants and slid my hand down the front, grabbing his erection. He hissed in pleasure, closing his eyes, and I watched his throat bob as I began to stroke the hardened length.
“Sage,” he whispered, wetting his lips. “I love you.”
I paused, my heart stilling.
That was the first time he’d ever said it.
I supposed that would be normal for mates, right? To say “I love you?”
But we were pretending.
At least, I was pretending. Because for me, the last thing I felt towards my mate—my alpha, my captor—was love.
I loved his dick, maybe.
I closed my eyes, pretending that’s who I was speaking to.
“I love you, too.”
He purred in satisfaction as I continued to work his cock, leaning forward to lick his chest.
Oof, if even his sweat tasted good, I was closer to my heat than I thought. I’d had several since we met and was becoming attuned to the symptoms. Nesting, increased libido, desire for my alpha’s praise, need for his scent, his taste…
He may have refused to let me take heat suppressants, but thankfully we both agreed to leave me on birth control. Pregnancy was high risk for me, and Victor said he wasn’t ready to be a father yet.
Hopefully he never was, because Hecara forbid we ever bring a child into this nightmare.
I dropped to my knees and freed his cock, my pussy clenching in anticipation as it sprung forward. But she would have to wait, because I needed to swallow him first.
