Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He lays me on the enormous bed and covers me with several thick, fluffy blankets, tucking them around me as if I were a child. There’s that soft, Daddy-dom side of him again.
“That’s better,” he croons, leaning over me and smoothing a massive hand over the ornate coverlet. “Relax. You’ll feel better in a moment.” He uses his tail to twitch the rumpled blankets at my feet into place.
I’m so sleepy. Full of questions, but also incredibly tired. A rush of warmth spreads through my chest. The demon is growling again, but it’s softer. Soothing. Like a purr. “Why are you doing that?”
He either doesn’t hear or is ignoring my question. “Sleep for a while, my pet. You need to regain your strength. There are so many more ways I plan to rut you.”
“Is that what you call it here? Rutting?” I yawn. I want to crawl closer to him and lay my ear against his chest so the purr rumbles through me, but my limbs are heavy and my muscles are weak.
He chuckles like I’ve said something dumb. “What else would you call it when an Alpha takes an Omega? We can fuck Betas but only an Omega will send us into rut.”
I barely understood three words out of that entire statement and want so badly for him to clarify but I’m too drowsy to talk. I want him to stretch out on the bed beside me and hold me in his arms, but my lips won’t move, so I cover his huge hand with mine. His purr grows louder and I can’t fight it anymore. I let my eyelids droop. I’ll nap for a bit, and when I wake up, I’ll ask him everything I want to know.
Hopefully, I’ll get some answers.
Four
Krav
I smooth the covers over my sleeping Omega. She’s so tiny, dwarfed by my grand bed. Ulf chose her well—she’s perfect for me sexually. She took what I gave her, and welcomed it.
I’m reluctant to leave her. I’ve never wanted to cuddle in bed with a female before. It must be the rut.
I force myself to extricate my hand from her dainty fingers. She may be a gift, but she must learn her place as my pet. It would not do to treat her otherwise. I command the jynx to watch over her and alert me the moment she wakes. Because she is my possession and in my care, and I am a good Master. Not because I need to be near her.
With one last glance at Renee’s sleeping form, I leave the room. The ornate bronze doors close silently behind me. For a moment, I stand in the hall, unsure. Every cell in my body longs to return to her side.
But that’s ridiculous. I am a king, with better things to do than watch over a sleeping female.
I will check on my other pet, Plutus. No matter that every step I take away from Renee feels wrong.
Outside, the air is clearer than it has been in a long time. Mount Vracor is quiet. Has the volcano ceased stirring because Ulf sent me an Omega? Impossible.
It is said that Omegas soothe their Alphas, but I feel the opposite of calm. My tail twitches and my wings ache with the need to unfurl. As if I should fly back to Renee’s side.
I ignore all of it.
My beloved styxian is delighted to see me as always, ruffling his wings and snorting flashes of violet flame through his nostrils.
“We have a new companion,” I tell him, reaching up to scratch the top of his feathered head. “Would you believe a real Omega just appeared in my kingdom?”
Plutus is incapable of speech, of course, but we understand each other nonetheless. Talking to him sometimes helps me sort out my thoughts.
“I look forward to introducing you both.” I chuckle. “Now I have two pets.”
Plutus shakes himself, spreading his wings and cocking his head. His golden eyes are alert, watchful. Like me, he is a predator.
“You might be wondering why I called her a pet,” I say, opening the nearby chest of his snacks and selecting a crius. Even though they’re tough, scaly little creatures, Plutus adores them. There’s no accounting for taste. “But truthfully, I have no need of a queen. No desire for heirs. Offspring cause nothing but trouble. Especially demon offspring.” Ulf knows, my father felt the same way.
I toss Plutus his treat, and the styxian catches it neatly with his beak. Their reflexes are like lightning.
“Nevertheless, I will keep her. She belongs to me.” I allow myself a fantasy: Renee chained at my feet, wearing nothing but a collar and leash. Not only is she submissive, as all Omegas—all females, in fact—should be, she’s also stunningly beautiful. “She is perfect, and rutting her is exquisite. Her body was made for pleasure. My pleasure.”