“This bed.” She looks almost… angry at it. “The bed isn’t right.”
I still don’t understand.
“What’s wrong about it?”
She pushes the blankets aside, irritated, and piles them up around the edges of the bed.
“More blankets,” she says to me. Realizing this is a request, I get up and open the hall closet, where I keep blankets for the coldest months of the year. I bring them back, and she snatches them from my hands with surprising confidence before arranging them on the bed much like the other ones—piled up around the edges, with pillows sitting against them.
She levels her gaze on me, and it’s intense. “Do you have more pillows?”
Mystified but obedient, I fetch the one from my bed, then bring some cushions from the chair in front of thehearth. She accepts those, too, and adds them to her dragon’s hoard.
I sense this is part of the heat, too, but I’m not sure how.
When everything is arranged precisely how she wants it, Selene sits back and exhales like this has all worn her out a great deal. She lies against one side of her nest so the pillows encase her. That orange blossom scent wafts through the air, but I do my best to ignore it as I gaze down at her sleeping form.
“Mmm, Harry,” she whimpers, reaching out for me. “Come here?”
I swallow. I don’t know how sturdy my control will be curled up with her with that smell all around, but I’ll do my best.
For her.
I climb in, trying not to upset the neatly placed pillows and blankets, and take Selene’s hand. She pulls me in, and for the first time, embraces me. Oh, how I have to will my cock not to react to this. The last thing I want is to frighten her just as she’s let me in.
But before anything untoward can happen, Selene is asleep, wrapped in my arms, using my biceps as a pillow with her black hair fanned out across the bed.
How beautiful she is, my omega.
A contradiction. She is an omega, which means she can never be mine.
No one can findout the truth about Selene. Her father was right about one thing, and it’s that the worldcanbe adangerous place for a young omega in the middle of her heat. I’m not the only one who will be able to scent her from a long way away. If an unmarried alpha caught wind of her…
I probably wouldn’t be able to fight them off myself, and that is a sobering thought.
Luckily, Selene doesn’t seem inclined to leave home. After the morning I pleasured her, I went to bed, then awoke to more whines and cries from the bedroom in the afternoon.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, all of her blankets now disrupted. She’s wearing the nightgown we bought the other day, but it’s shucked up around her waist. Her hand is down between her legs, putting everything on display for me to see—with her creamy thighs spread, I can make out her dark curls and glistening cunt. The nightgown is askance around her breasts, so one nipple is visible through the neckline. That scent is everywhere, and my nostrils flare as I bring in even more of it.
Already, my cock is throbbing, accompanied by an odd tingle at the base. The scent of an omega’s heat must be triggering a strange reaction in my body.
I have to be careful. It would be easy to get too deep, to lose control while Selene has no control. I’m the one who must keep my senses about me in this situation.
“It’s too much,” Selene moans, her fingers moving quickly over her clit. “I can’t stop it. I can’t.”
I swallow as I climb into the bed with her, then lay a hand on top of hers. She pauses, her wide, kaleidoscope eyes finding mine.
“Let me.”
She nods and pulls her hand away. I know what I needto do this time. I’m going to sate my urge at the same time I sate hers.
I seat myself between her feet, then bend forward. Selene lets out a squeak of alarm as I spread her thighs farther apart.
“What are you going to do?” she asks, a frantic tone in her voice.
“Just relax. It will feel better after I do it. And I will stop the moment you ask.”
She wars with herself for a moment before finally, she agrees.
