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)
“I’m okay, thanks.” I can’t say I’m not tempted, but weirdly, the urge to spruce up my room is stronger than the pulsing in my clit. Besides, I do need to give my nether regions a break. We’ve done nothing but fuck, eat, and sleep since I arrived.
I follow Krav as he prowls along the corridors of his vast castle. A jynx whooshes by in a blur of shadow, making me jump. Will I ever get used to those creepy things? Krav says they’re harmless but they startle the crap out of me.
“Here we are,” he announces, rather unnecessarily, when we cross the threshold to my room. “Tell me what you need.”
“What do you have?” I counter. “Is there a storage closet somewhere?”
He lifts his huge, talon-tipped hands, as big as bear paws. “Tell me what you need, my pet, and I will make it for you.”
I say the first thing that comes to mind. “A big, purple pillow with tassels.”
His hands move so fast they’re a blur and then, a shower of silver sparks later, he hands me a gorgeous cushion.
“Holy fuck. That is a serious talent.”
He gives a shrug, his tail flicking out behind him. “You already knew I could do this.” I follow his gaze to my yoga mat, which I left spread out on the floor.
“Yeah, but it’s still taking some getting used to. Can you make anything?”
“Not people. Nothing that can be ingested, like food or drink. And I need to be able to see what I’m making in my mind before my hands can follow.”
“So if you can’t imagine it, you can’t make it?”
He gives a little huff of impatience. “What else do you need for your nest, little Omega?”
“Nest? Weird choice of word. I just want to make my room pretty.”
“Because you’re nesting.”
I open my mouth to argue, then consider his statement. I’ve been sleeping in this room for a few days already, and this urge to redecorate came out of the blue. “Is that something Omegas do?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“From what I understand, it’s a natural part of the estrus cycle for most.”
“Estrus?”
“The period of time when the Omega is most fertile.”
His words take a moment to sink in. Krav is a different freaking species. The thought that he could put a bun in my oven never entered my head. Until now. “You’re saying I’m having this urge to nest because I’m in estrus… in my fertile phase?” I clarify.
“Of course.”
My heart is crashing against my ribs. “So… you could get me pregnant?”
His entire expression changes—like he’s appalled by the idea—before he quickly schools his features back into neutral. “It’s possible.”
I blow out a breath, like I’ve been socked in the gut. I’d always planned to have kids, but when I woke up on my fortieth with a failed marriage behind me and no good potential baby-daddy candidates on the horizon, I had to face facts: it might be too late. But now…
No. I won’t think about this now. I’m on a new planet, with a new monster lover, and weird changes in my biology to deal with. I’ll mull it over later, in peace. Once I’ve fixed up this space.
Krav waves an impatient hand. “Is your new room complete with just one cushion?”
“No, of course not. Er… I need sheets. Cotton. Can you make them rose gold?” I love rose gold. At his confused look, I clarify. “Gold but with a pink hue.”
“I can try.”
I watch him work, touched by his earnest determination to give me exactly what I’m asking for. Soon, he hands me a set of gorgeous sheets, and I stroke the soft fabric with a sigh. “Perfect. Thank you.”
His eyes light up at the praise. “What else?”
I list more items and he makes them, one by one, with infinite patience. So different compared with my ex, who used to get so grouchy when I asked him to do things around the house.
We’ve settled into a comfortable rhythm, and the room is taking shape. In a whirlwind of silver sparks, Krav conjures up a thick, fluffy rug that covers most of the floor between the door and the bed. It transforms the whole space, making it look soft and cozy. The tense muscles in my back unclench.
Krav turns his impressive powers to making me some curtains while I arrange some gorgeous flowers in a vase on my new dressing table. Since he couldn’t picture any Earth blooms, I asked him for some pretty Ulfarri alternatives, and the bouquet I’m now fiddling with is just stunning. They’re moonflowers, Krav tells me, and they glow in the dark.
I decide this is a good moment to try another question. “Can you tell me more about that estrus thing you mentioned?” They say forewarned is fore-armed.
“When an Alpha and an Omega are… well-suited, when their scents align, they can induce what we call rut and estrus in one another. They get aroused… desperately so… and are biologically ready to breed. The Omega produces slick…”