Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Jaw clamping shut, he set her pleasure into a spinning release that distracted just long enough for her body to register the pain too late.
She struck out, clawing at his back. And so began the budding throb of a pair-bond.
Blood streamed down sweat-slicked skin, bubbling from the corners of his mouth when Simin refused to release her at the first cry. There was an art to the formation of permanent union, one no Alpha had to be taught. Stealing the soul of one’s beloved and replacing it with their own was a birth-given right.
The link thrummed to life.
No matter how she wailed in pain, her cunt still rippled and gripped his knot. It still sucked the seed straight from his sack and urged him to offer up more. And this knot—this glorious moment that tied them together for life—he would assure it lasted the remainder of the night.
When she woke, it would be in pain. But as he’d sworn, he would only hurt Morgaine for her pleasure. The inevitable tears he would soothe with a soft touch and a dedicated purr. He’d feed his cock down her throat so she wouldn’t hunger. He’d lick her sweet cunt until she remembered she could trust him again.
And then, when he broke her heat, he’d tell her that he had her mother on board.
His first gift to his pair-bonded mate.
For he knew what Morgaine desired most in the world and would deny her nothing.
Epilogue
There was a murmur like a constant resonate hum within her heart, but it made no sound.
So how could it feel so loud?
Wrapping her in warmth, it washed through sore muscles and exhausted flesh, promising that all was exactly how it should be. For the first time since she’d been taken from her people, Morgaine felt secure.
Loved.
And very, very thirsty.
“Drink.” A cup was held to her lips, cool water dribbled into her mouth until she swallowed and sighed.
A masculine purr rumbled into her body, in tune with that bizarre thrum. Cracking open an eye, she found that Simin braced her against his shoulder. Several days’ worth of beard shadowed his jaw. He looked drawn, but his eyes were alive with pleasure.
Pressing the cup back to her mouth, a gruff accent sharpening the soft roll of her language. “Drink again.”
Helping him manage the cup, she tipped it back and gulped everything offered, a shadowy memory of swallowing great quantities of something else teasing at her thoughts. Suddenly shy, aware she was naked in the confines of soft blankets and appealing pillows, Morgaine remembered.
This was her nest. She had built it while he had pleasured her with his hands and mouth… and cock.
She knew three different ways to say that word in Omari now.
A whoosh of breath, and Morgaine’s hand went to her heart. The sudden sharp sting that met her drew out a quick yelp and downward turn of her eyes.
Swollen and ugly, the twin crescents of an animal bite marred her breast.
“Pretty.” The male assured when she grew alarmed with the oozing wound. But it was more than his declaration; it was that throbbing whir in her heart. It too said pretty without saying anything at all.
This strange, almost suffocating feeling of completion was the promised pair-bond. A link forged between them that could never be broken.
Many of the Omegas who frequented their sacred sector during the day had spoken to her of the phenomenon. Most waxed on with dreamy eyes while Etaine translated. They loved their bond with their mates, the closeness and the promise of safety.
But a few had guarded comments. A few had been forced.
One absolutely refused to get up and even greet her mate when he’d come to call. Unlike her, she would not so much as approach the golden line. Morgaine was not permitted to ask her questions, and the woman had never approached to so much as say hello.
Then there were those Omegas who’d chosen to reject such a thing, to cut their hair short, and to exist as simply female. Women like Etaine.
The connection in her chest rattled as her thoughts turned almost hesitant. It twisted about her fading reluctance and massaged it with feelings of wonder, Simin pressing a kiss to her mouth.
Her weight was laid back upon the nest, the man, her mate, crawling over her as he rumbled out words she didn’t know between kisses, and words she did.
Love. Mine. Care. Beautiful. Forever.
Wherever she ached, he somehow knew to rub. The bite mark that made her uneasy, he cleansed with soft cloth. Sour smelling unguent was delicately smoothed over every last bruise, and shockingly pressed into her slit by a mischievously grinning Alpha who pumped his fingers until she cried out in release. And over the course of his careful ministrations, her aches began to subside.
A long bath followed where he washed off all that sticky medicine, cleansed the tangles of her hair until the burnished gold was smooth and soft, and let her nap against his chest as he worked magic down her spine with probing fingers.