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)
“Almost there, little one,” he croons, his fingertip still moving over my aching, hyper-sensitive clit. “Feel the knot?”
The searing burn of his knot forming, stretching me wider, only serves to increase my pleasure. “Yes,” I moan.
“I’m ready.” His voice is husky, seductive. He’s so in control, while I’m beside myself with the force of this endless orgasm. “I love how responsive you are. How you keep coming when I tell you to, like a good little girl. How you let me use you to milk my cock, your tight, slick pussy squeezing me so hard as you come that I can barely stand how good it feels.”
His words are so naughty and humiliating, my face is on fire even as my pleasure goes up yet another notch.
His hand leaves the back of my neck. He’s leaning down, covering me, his breath hot in my ear. “Almost there, my moonflower, you’re almost ready…”
I’m about to ask him what for when a searing, exquisite pain shoots through the place where my neck meets my shoulder. The pleasure is so intense, my endless orgasm peaks at last and I howl into the pillow, my hopelessly stretched pussy contracting over and over again. With his teeth still embedded in my flesh, Bestian comes with a muffled roar, his cock jerking violently inside me as he floods me with his cum.
When at last he’s spent, he slumps down over me, his huge body heavy against mine. I welcome the touch of his skin. His warmth covering me. I feel light-headed, drowsy, and absurdly happy.
We lie that way for an eternity, joined together in two places, two hearts beating as one, waiting for our breathing to slow.
A sharp sting tugs me out of my contented doze—Bestian’s teeth leaving my neck. Then there’s a wet, tingling sensation in the same place. He’s licking the wound.
For a second, I wonder whether that’s hygienic but then I figure: fuck it. He’s a nerd about these things. No doubt he knows what he’s doing. So I close my eyes and let the pleasant feelings wash over me.
When he finally speaks, his voice is tender. “It’s done, my sweet Rose. I’ve claimed you as mine. We were already bonded, but now we’re soul-bonded. Joined together… forever.”
“I love you,” I mumble into the pillow. “I think you already know that but I wanted to say it.” Now that you’re alive again. Now that you can hear me.
“Oh, my sweet little moonflower,” Bestian whispers, his breath on my neck making me shiver, “I love you too. And I always will. My Omega. My queen.”
EPILOGUE
One year later…
Rose
For the first time in forever, laughter fills the palace. The entire ballroom is glowing, not from the orbs, but from strategically placed bouquets of moonflowers. Every time a guest enters, they blink and point with awe.
Ma glides up to me, arm-in-arm with Leelah, who looks nervous.
“Are you having fun?” I ask.
“Of course,” Ma says. She looks radiant in her silvery-pink gown. She even let Rogue do her hair.
“I can’t believe I’m in the same room as four kings,” Leelah whispers, her eyes wide.
“I know, right?” I say and wave at Bestian across the room. He gives me a dazzling smile and my heart skips a beat. We kicked the midnight ball off with a formal receiving line, but between the welcome and the first dance, we decided we’d mingle.
Bestian is standing with a group of kings—Khan the Wanderer King, Aurus the Golden King, and the Hunter King. We sent invitations to all the known kings, but received no reply from three: the Demon King, the King of Ruins, and the King of the Wastes. Bestian assured me he had expected as much.
Too bad. I was looking forward to seeing what they all looked like, but especially the Demon King. One scroll I found described him as a monster, with giant horns and purple skin. But that’s probably an exaggeration.
Then again, anything is possible. Even magic.
Ma wrinkles her nose at the assembled rulers. She’s not impressed by royalty. She’s the kind of person who feels at home anywhere, especially a palace.
Ma didn’t want to abandon her cottage to come and live with us, but she visits us so often, she has her own set of rooms. She loves the gardens, but our favorite place to spend time together is the Queen’s study, where she and I spend hours poring over ancient scrolls.
Together, we’ve founded the Royal Academy of Omegas. So far, our focus has been on studying herbs and remedies for pregnant and nursing Omegas. The human-Omega queens visit us regularly for checkups. Kim is seven months pregnant with what she calls Aurus’s spawn, and as is apparent by the slight bump under her exquisite lilac dress, Emma is working on baby number two.
“I meant to tell you,” I say to Ma. “Haley asked if she could see us tomorrow. For a checkup.”