“In my chambers.”
“What?”
He took my hand and led me towards the four-poster bed. In my bewilderment, I followed obediently. His scent permeated through me when I sat on the bed. It was soft, far too large for a single person, and thoroughly drenched in his alpha pheromones.
“You’ll be safe here.” It dawned on me that he meant to keep me in his chambers for God knows how long. A day? A week? To keep me safe from what?
“What? No, I need to go to the infirmary. I have to leave soon.”
“No, you don’t.” He pushed me down on the bed until I was lying flat on my back. He towered over me. Despite his commanding presence, there was a softness about him. He sat on his knees in between my legs, gazing at me as he stroked my cheek. “Not for a while.”
“Why?”
“Because I won’t let them take you from me.” I refused to be distracted by the way my silks fanned out, exposing bare flesh.
“That’s not necessary. No one has come for me.” He kissed my neck. “No one knows I’m here.”
“And no one will,” he promised. His kisses moved down from my neck towards my chest. I was barely there, but I was holding on to my sanity for as long as I could. “Because I will keep you safe.”
“Of course, yes. So, you see, I’m fine, I’m safe,” I promised. “I will just stay with the other healers.” He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. With my legs spread and my arms held in place, there was nowhere left for me to go.
“No, you won’t, omega. You will stay in my chambers.” And when he kissed me, started using his tongue, I forgot why itwould be a bad idea. Why not live in his chambers? Why not be there all day? He ended the kiss and I felt him press against me.
“Okay,” I said. “Okay then.” He smirked at me, like he knew he had won. And he had, for a moment. How did I find myself in that position, instead of hanging from the noose? Was he that fond of me? Or was he like this with many omegas? Was I just another option?
I had no time to consider this, as he pulled my legs up towards my stomach, exposing the fact that there was nothing covering me under my silks. When his hands touched me near my entrance, I was sure he could feel the wetness there. I lost myself in desire. I forgot any qualms I had about his actions. All I wanted was him to touch me. His eyes, now red, peered down at me as I let out a brief moan.
“Please-” I said in a voice I barely knew.
“Please what?” he asked. I didn’t know.
“Please, alpha!”
“What do you need?” I needed him. I needed my alpha. It was a need stronger than I had ever felt before. Even in the throes of my heat my need did not consume me as much as it did then. Why was the alpha still dressed?
“Anything,” I said. His chest rumbled. When he stepped back, I whined. But I was very interested when he unbuckled his trousers and-
There was a knock on the door. Then several. Increasing in intensity. Axel was having trouble looking away from me. He ignored the sound at first, but when the knocking wouldn’t stop, his eyes were no longer red. The tension faded a tad. Coming to, I was mortified with my own actions. With how far I was willing to go only seconds ago.
“I have to go away for a while.” He buckled up his trousers again, and walked off. He grabbed a fur coat, grabbed boots. Left me lying on that bed, wondering what just happened as hetrudged around the room. His annoyance with the situation was palpable.
“What?” I asked.
“Three days.”
“What? Why?” I sat up to look at him.
“Don’t worry.” He put on his boots, no longer sparing me a glance. “You’ll be safe here.”
“That's not-” Here? For three days? “Wait, you can’t just leave me here!”
“I put a spell on this chamber to keep you safe,” he said. He was fully dressed now, ready to step out of the room. “I’ll be back.” And with that, he was out. And I was in silks, on his bed, on my own, still quite needy and desperate. A flood of emotions came over me as he left. I was relieved to be alive. Terrified of what was to come. Confused about him leaving me in the middle of- whatever that was. Angry that I was once more confined to a chamber. Intrigued by the fact that he had enough power as a sorcerer to put a spell on the chamber. Worried about the patients that I would not get to see the following days. I should have just used magic to heal them, commands be damned! And why was I left there on that bed, all sticky and wet, and terribly unsatisfied? The following days were sure to be torture.
Fifty nights after meeting the General
Three days, he had said. I spent a total of two nights and three days in those chambers. Grand, grey and utterly devoid of warmth. Stone walls, stone furniture, even a damned stone chair! Sure, the carvings were magnificent, but they were also uninviting. Where at first the chambers filled me with reverence as I took them in, time had turned them into another prison cell. And what if the ceilings were high? Was I to be grateful for these soft furs when I was unable to even come up from under the covers of the bed for I would certainly freeze to death! The first morning, I was sure someone would get me out of there. I tried to walk out, past the guards, in those god-forsaken silks. They escorted me back in without restraint, the brutes.
That first afternoon I decided to bother them until they allowed me to leave. It started when an elderly omega served me my lunch. She came in with a silver tray that was too heavy for someone her age to carry. “Your grace,” she said, as she placed the tray right on my lap. This made me chuckle. The sound of it surprised me. It was the absurdity of it all that caused me to laugh like I was completely demented.
