Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Does it hurt?”
“It can. But it seems Omegas are wired to enjoy the pain. In fact, some have described it as the ultimate ecstasy.”
“I don’t know. It sounds pretty intense. Not to mention permanent.”
“It is both of those things.”
“Do you want to… claim me?” Her voice is soft, hesitant.
With everything inside of me. But something keeps holding me back. I reach for an evasive answer. “As an Alpha, I have that instinct, of course. Do you want me to?” I hold my breath as I await her reply.
She swallows. “I don’t know. Permanent sounds so… permanent.”
Her words are like needles in my heart but I keep my tone light. “Then we will wait until you are ready. No—until you beg me for it. And I promise you this: one day, you will beg for it, little one.”
FIFTEEN
Rose
Two things I’m learning about Bestian—one: when it comes to knowledge about Omegas, he’s a nerd. And two: when it comes to touching me, he’s a god.
Truth be told, I’m pretty close to begging already.
His strong fingers massage the back of my neck as he tells me, “I’ve read that the bite creates such a strong bond between mates that they can sense each other’s emotions. Fear. Pain. Happiness. Even when they’re apart.”
“How is that possible?”
“Magic.”
“Of course.” I don’t care what he’s saying, as long as he doesn’t stop touching me. “I’m human,” I remind him.
“The human Omegas on Ulfaria have bonded with their Alphas. Or so I’ve heard.”
“Which reminds me… do you think I could meet them? Or one of them, at least?” I’ve been so distracted by everything that I kept forgetting to ask Bestian, but the chance to talk to someone else in my exact position—who knows exactly what I’m going through—would be unreal.
“I’m sure that can be arranged. In fact, one of them has already asked after you.”
“What? When? Who?” Outraged that he didn’t tell me this before, I huff out a breath and spin around to glare at him.
“Settle, little one.” Reaching out, Bestian threads his claws into my hair and tugs my head back carefully so I’m drowning in the ocean depths of his gaze. “I simply forgot to mention it before now. My apologies.”
Goddamn it, why can I never stay mad at him? Why is my tummy twisting with longing just from the way he’s looking at me?
“It was Kim,” he continues. “The Golden King’s queen. Quite a handful, apparently, but she is wise, and brave.”
To my astonishment, an acid flare of jealousy burns through my gut at his praise of another woman. Is this an Omega thing too? I don’t remember being the rabidly jealous type. “Is she now?” I’m unable to hide my icy tone.
Bestian chuckles. “There it is, the famous Omega jealousy. There’s no need to worry, my little moonflower. I only have eyes for you. You are smart, witty, and so very beautiful. The most perfect Omega of them all.”
Infuriatingly, his words immediately ease my anxiety. I look away, my face hot. I’ve always loathed it when men put other women down to reassure their partners. And now here I am, lapping this shit up. The fuck is wrong with me?
“Do you deny it?”
“You’re biased. And a nerd.”
“Nerd?”
His confused tone brings my gaze back to his face. “Never mind. It’s an Earth thing. But you are one. Believe me.” My hand reaches of its own volition to touch his cheek through the mask. I want to see more of him.
“It is not to be,” he says, and I realize I spoke aloud. He takes my questing hand in his giant one.
“I want to touch you,” I whisper. The drowsy intoxication I felt earlier has faded, replaced by new waves of tingling heat in my lower belly.
“Then touch me, little Omega.” He slashes the front of his shirt with a claw and the fabric peels away from his muscular chest. My palms ache to feel his gleaming skin.
There’s an argument I’m supposed to be making but it’s slipping away. My clit is thrumming insistently, distracting me. “I’m not an Omega,” I mumble.
His sudden growl makes me jump. A little moan escapes me, and my pussy flutters deliciously.
“Do you need proof?” His eyes—glittering dark pools in the gloom—have me frozen in place. He retracts his claws and then, while one arm clamps around me, his other hand delves under my dress. His finger finds my nether lips, sliding between them to release a gush of my juice, and the groan that comes out of me doesn’t sound human. It’s raw. Primal. Desperate. He finds my throbbing bud and circles it for a tantalizing moment before bringing his dripping fingertip up to waggle it in the air between us.
Need crashes through me.
“You are an Omega, Rose. Only an Omega would respond to me this way. Only an Omega produces this kind of slick.” As if to prove his point, he licks it off his finger, his eyes never leaving mine.