Chapter 22

 

When a chime summoned him in the middle of another sleepless night, Simin knew that this was the defining moment. Estrous had come.

For over a month, he had affected a cool demeanor in front of the female his body and spirit already counted as his, fought to keep things light and easy so Morgaine could grow confident.

All the while imagining how hard he’d fuck her on the floor, right there in front of the translator and all the women gathering in the room behind her to spy. It was impossible to keep his thoughts innocent. Not with the way he’d trained her to look at him.

Not when her skirts—and whatever she had wrapped around her hips under them—couldn’t hide the tantalizing aroma of fresh slick.

Her body was begging to be penetrated, satisfied, and knotted.

The last week, her pupils had blown from nothing more than a covert stroke of her fingertip when she bravely took the tray. If Etaine was doing as she’d been ordered, the Omega translator had also been whispering in her ear, guiding her to find favor in him.

And if she hadn’t, then biology had done the work.

Morgaine desired him. His sweet kor’yr just needed to reconcile her physical attraction with her mental hesitations. Every meeting was a war against what might as well be considered scrupulous virginity. The more Simin had read about her people, the more he understood.

She required so much more than wooing.

She needed a spiritual conqueror and a physical presence between her thighs. And by the higher power, he had taken on that mantle with a vengeance. Sweet words, laughter, food made by hand and seasoned with fresh come.

Dribbled on her porridge, covertly rubbed over sticky fresh fruits, sweetening her tea. The more he provided the hidden ingredient, the more she seemed to enjoy his cooking… and the closer she came to estrous.

A steady diet of her future mate.

If Etaine had noticed the particular aroma, the translator had never so much as blinked an eye. Nor had he received any form of reprimand from the Omega Superior. The females might have offered Morgaine sanctuary, but in reality, it was in their best interests to maintain a sense of alliance with their Heidron. After all, his men kept them safe from foreign males who would happily enslave and rape them.

His soldiers mated them when they required attention.

Provided them food and comforts—even allowing those who refused to submit to a pair-bond, to choose a life of seclusion.

No, he'd respected their rules, and to keep the balance between the dynamics, he expected his mate returned. No matter the cost.

Omega Sector had taken great care of her. Had prepared her to submit to him more than the young woman might realize.

And only him.

Simin would have her on her hands and knees, ceremoniously presenting her slick flooded cunt and begging for his teeth to pierce her skin. And she would believe it had all been her choice.

Choice mattered to her, even if she never really had one at all. This was not a war the Heidron was ever willing to lose.

And now he was being summoned to go to her… to a female struggling through her first estrous.

A female he was going to keep waiting.

Rolling onto his back amidst the nest he would soon share with her, Simin let his eyes rest on the rut-swollen cock that had dripped beaded pearls of wasted sperm constantly for weeks. He smiled. Even now a fat droplet grew atop the slitted head of his crown, the tiny amount of fluid expanding with each beat of his heart. Watching that pearl grow, waiting to feel it run down his throbbing shaft, he imagined the velvet brush of a feminine tongue lapping up all he offered.

That first rush of come burst forth without so much as a single touch, a spray of scented rain falling to splatter clenched abs.

Hand smearing globs of white, he rubbed his spend on every part of flesh that would be level with her nose.

Before he so much as set a toe into Omega Sector, he would be coated in a tempting display. He would make it impossible for her to refuse.

Fisting the neglected knot that pulsated at the base of his member, he ran a measured stroke over heated flesh in a mimicry of slow sex. Down went that tight fist, another string of come shooting from straining cock to paint the hard muscles of his chest.

Everything had been prepared. His rooms cleaned, his bedding fresh for her to nest. She had never made one before, Etaine’s report on that particular fact leaving Simin with no idea of his kor’yr’s preferences. So he had every last item a nesting Omega might want, ready and waiting. A great deal of food had been stored to fortify him through the awaiting bliss. He would be potent for her.

Of course, Morgaine would dine only on fresh cock and be fed bellyful after bellyful of slick-laced semen. She would be drunk on him, begging for his knot to plug her sweet slit. Howling for her Alpha’s fluids, his touch, his attention.

He knew what to do to see her satiated and happy. Over the years, Simin had been with many Omegas during estrous. There was a chance even their aloof translator had tasted his cock—not that he remembered a single one of them when it was over. Because none of them had been her.

And Morgaine would be in their nest, saturated both inside and out with her mate.

Teasing the base of his cock, under the unsatisfied knot, Simin wrung out a fresh orgasm, and then another, and then another. He bled his sack until there was not so much as a spurt offered in climax.

Until the skin was raw and aching.

It was only fair that he suffer just as she did.

And still he kept her waiting.

An hour passed. Two.

A great deal of water was swallowed, tasteless food shoved down his throat as he gave his body back the nutrients it would require to feed her.

The chime came again, and he gave in to the overwhelming need to go to her.

But first…

Still hard, there was hardly a need to even stroke the inflamed cock bouncing between his legs. Starving for his kor’yr, all it took was imagining their life, the sweet moments they would share, and he was erupting all over again. Milking his knot with a bruising grip, Simin stole every last drop of creamy new seed his sack might make, painted his body with it, even rubbed a taste over his lips so that should he coax a kiss from her, it would be done.

And she would beg to submit.

Just as she should…

 

***

 

This was unlike the familiar pain Morgaine had been plagued with back at the settlement. Yes, there were shooting cramps that stole her breath and left her sweating, but they didn’t hurt so much as gnaw at her. Between her legs was a swamp of angry shocks and leaking need.

Empty, she was so empty.

Confined in her cubicle, she paced, arranged the fur on her bedding, moved it again. Over and over, all the while feeling as if none of this would do.

Where was the necessary pit full of soft things that must be arranged to ease the sting on her skin? Where was the man who might purr and lessen the tension that kept her teeth clacking together?

It was as if she could already taste spice cake on her tongue.

To just see him, to hear his voice, would ease the consuming need and refresh her. But over and over she had been told he could not come.

Why?

Sobbing at the injustice of it, unsure if she burned with fever or was chilled by the shards of ice traveling through her veins, Morgaine pled with Etaine to ease her discomfort.

“There is no medicine for this. Your body will have its way,” the woman had said, tired from being woken in the middle of the night. “You either wait out your heat, or ask an Alpha to break it for you.”

Tearing at her hair, tempted to throw back her head and howl out her frustration, Morgaine snapped. “The only Alpha I know on this ship refuses to come speak to me!”

“Our Heidron commands this fleet. It might not be that he refuses so much as he is engaged in his duties.” Watching how Morgaine picked at the fur clutched closely to her chest, the translator offered, “He courts no other. You have no rival to fear warming his nest. He will come.”

Rival?

The thought that Simin might speak to another female as he spoke to her, that he might bring her food, and soft words, had the oddest effect. First rage, then a great cramping sweep of sticky slick that waved from her womb and splattered the floor.

Too absorbed by churning sensation to even be embarrassed, Morgaine glared at the puddle.

Thighs slipping against one another, she succumbed to the need for some form of pressure. Pressing her fist against her mound, trying to catch up the spilling slick in her night garment before more was wasted on the floor, she asked again for her friend. “I just need to hear his purr.”

“That’s not what you need, Morgaine.” Averting her eyes, Etaine explained, “You are almost through transition. Soon, all you’ll need is sexual stimulation. Remember what we talked about. Omegas who refuse to mate during estrous must manually handle the urges.”

She had been provided with an embarrassingly large, male shaped… tool. It sat under her cot where she’d stashed it the same day the Omega Superior had brought it to her. But it would be cold and lifeless.

A fake organ would not pulsate the way she remembered when Simin laid her down on his furs and silks. It wouldn’t fill her with scented cream.

Stomach rumbling, Morgaine began to suck at the tips of her fingers.

Hungry.

But he always brought her food. Simin wouldn’t forget, right? He would come with something and her mouth was watering just imagining a sweet burst of flavor on her tongue.

A chime rang, snapping her from sultry memory into agitation. “What is that?”

Relief was palpable in Etaine’s sigh. “Your kor’yr has arrived.”

It never crossed her mind to pull a dress over her shift, to cover her bare feet or recognize that her skirt was saturated. Morgaine fled her room, padding down the hall and across the grand foyer to find that he had come at last.

But there was no tray to slake her hunger, no tea to wet her tongue. Near tears, she stopped short and stared wide-eyed.

Simin was dressed.

Offended that so grand a chest had been hidden from her sight, Morgaine refused to look at him.

Winded from the sprint, Etaine arrived on her heels just in time to translate Simin’s greeting. “It’s late, kor’yr. The Omegas called for me to come to you. Do you have need of me?”

The depth of his voice worked upon her, leading the Omega to grimace. A cramp unlike the others stole her breath and almost sent her sprawling. She had been so wrong. His presence was not a comfort, it only increased the pain.

And now it was real pain

“I thought seeing you would help, but”—a rolling cramp stole her breath—“you don’t purr!”

At her snappish complaint, he gave her exactly what she’d demanded. Vivid and resonant, Simin gave her a purr unlike any she’d heard before. He let it slip into his words, flavoring the air with promise as he said, “Anything you desire I will give it to you.”

Sinking to her knees, the strength fled her body. Frustrated tears falling over red cheeks, she braved another look at him. “I am hungry, but you have brought no food.”

A gentle smile on his lips, Simin toed the line, as near to her as he could possibly get. “If you were to eat now, you’d be sick, my love.”

“I’m in pain…” Yet all she could do was stare where his trousers tented and grew wet with something that promised to take all the hurts away.

“You are on the cusp of transition into full heat. At this stage, females seek seclusion to prepare their nests. Male presence is… for later.” The bulge in his pants bobbed, and Morgaine would swear behind the clinging fabric she could see it throb when he offered, “Shall I leave?”

“NO!” She wasn’t commanding, Morgaine was begging. “Just purr, okay. Please purr until this stops.”

Black hair dripping forward when he crouched to meet her eyes, Simin shook his head. “It would not be wise to keep me here if you’ve chosen to be alone through this. Soon you’ll reach a point where estrous will take away your choice. You must decide, my beautiful Morgaine.”

Nostrils flaring, the Omega began to sniff in his direction and paw the ground to drag herself closer. Practically drooling, she ran her nose up his cloth-covered knee and put her face right to the damp spot at his crotch. Whining, hardly able to form words, she slurred, “Help me.”

“Morgaine!”

Startled, a sting in her scalp where the rutting Alpha had gathered her hair, she was made to look up.

Heidron Simin Gralloch’s eyes were fiery, his mouth in a firm line as he snarled, “I want you to give yourself to my care because you trust me. I want Morgaine to choose me, not her estrous.”

Mindlessly, Morgaine bent back in his touch, the zings along her scalp the furthest thing from pain.

I would only hurt you for your pleasure.

She set her teeth to his wrist.

I only bite so you know I’m yours.

In the blink of an eye, the world felt reborn.

The translator, groggy and half-dressed, stood by as she always did. It was to her Simin pleaded. “Her eyes are fully blown.” Morgaine did not understand the fastenings of his unusual clothing, her little fingers fumbling with the layers in an attempt to break free the pulsing organ inside. “You have to pull her off of me. I cannot do it! I will not take her without her word.”

Etaine did not answer him. Still as a statue, she watched the couple war with themselves.

The buckle snapped and a happy chirp passed plump lips. Hand closing on something warm, something that could feed her, Morgaine smiled.

“I was wrong in this, Morgaine. I should not have made you wait! I want you more than anything, more than any kingdom or ship, but it is a cheap victory this way.” Tormented, Simin shook with the effort to hold her back. “Your first estrous is special.” He could barely breathe, conquered by one small female. “It’s not to be wasted. If you are not truly ready, I can wait for the next one. By then you will understand some of what I say.”

He would not let her taste him with her lips, so Morgaine reached out her hands. Smearing the slippery offering glistening on his flared crown, she brought her fingers to her tongue and began to noisily suck them clean as she said. “You would leave me in pain? I’m empty; there is no nest here for me. Take me to yours. Fill me… hurt me for my pleasure like you promised.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you.”

Morgaine was ready to make her own conquest. This trembling male may have conquered planets, might be a great warrior of rank, but one Omega was destroying him piece by piece. “I know you love me.”

That simple acknowledgment, and Simin spurt. Gobs of aromatic temptation landed on Morgaine’s face, collected by greedy fingers. “If I take you to our rooms, you won’t leave them unbonded again. You will be mine in every possible way forever.”

Desire, lust, hunger, she was all these things—temptation of the slyest succubus as her pink tongue darted out to gather his fluid from the corner of her mouth. “Will you bite me?”

“Oh Gods!” The roar came from him as he grabbed her and slammed his lips to hers. Instinct told her he’d rush her from that open place and hide her away in his nest. There would be his delicious scent; there she would be cared for.

There could he fuck her mindless in every way she needed all the days of her estrous so she never had to feel the pain again.

Etaine made no move to stop her prince as Simin stole the feral foreigner away from their enclave. Rushing through the halls of his warship, his female caught up in one of his arms, he struck out at any male foolish enough to dare enter his path.

Once back in rooms she had not seen in weeks, the door was barred, shutting all pursuing Alphas away. There would be no changing of her mind. This he explained in a rip of her clothing. This he described by forcing her to her knees so he might feed her the fat head of his cock.

Liquid bliss splashed her tongue. Morgaine desperately sucked his dripping organ for more. The male’s intentions were sealed with a roar.

There would be no refusal, he’d snarled. He’d waited long enough, been patient, and all his frustration he would take out on her flesh.

Yes, he would hurt her.

The proclamation brought a rush of slick to pour down her thighs.

His kor’yr he threw into the unmade nest, tearing his coverings away. Falling atop her splayed body, brutal thighs forced her to part for him. Hissing at the sting, Morgaine’s struggles were silenced with a single growl, one that left her cunt offering a river of slick.

He would feed on it later, he swore, after she had been made to endure the strength of the mate she had denied for so long. Without so much as a sweet kiss or a pet across her breasts, Simin glossed his cock in her copious slick and penetrated deep with a single, violent thrust.

Bodies collided, subdued estrous-high Omega keening out a cry for mercy

Pumping with a fervor that pushed her body across the tangled nest, Simin withdrew, yanked her bodily back, and abused her cunt exactly how an Alpha should.

Without Etaine, words were gibberish. If she told him to stop, he’d never know. If she demanded more, there was no way to ask.

This was trust.

He couldn’t be rough enough that first mating. His cock couldn’t stretch the sting away no matter how hard he brutalized her. Even huge and bursting with semen, it was not enough.

So she dug in her nails and screamed.

There was no release until the knob of flesh began to expand where she ached. He grew inside her, cock kicking out ropes of boiling lava that seared her beautifully and churned behind the growing plug of flesh.

Toes curled when that pulsating mass hit a tender spot that bent screams into a song. Sobbing, she dug her heels into his thighs and tried to angle away from so much feeling. But Simin would not allow such a thing.

He pinned her under his full weight and rocked his hips until the shards of glass in her veins blasted outward. Explosive pain became perfect pleasure.

As it burned away a portion of her madness, as the male knotting her continued to spill, Morgaine lost the fight.

Subdued, she blinked up as if finally realizing where she was. The sweaty face of the male still rocking his knot-locked hips hovered over her, Simin’s lips in a snarl.

He was lost to his rut, blind to anything but his need to breed and subdue. Against the round of her bottom she felt his sack draw up right before another spurt of silken semen flooded her belly and soothed her ache.

It was almost too much. Before she spiraled back into a mindless animal, Morgaine put her hand to his cheek and began to speak.

 

***

 

Ignoring all alien gibberish falling from her lips, Simin ravaged. A lesser Alpha might not have had the experience to know that one could still fuck with a knot in place. There was no need to be still and wait, to allow nature to dictate how much he might spurt and when.

The first knot was mighty, but his aching cock was still hard and eager to fill the slip of her walls even as she held his cock in a vise. When she refused to quiet, he took her by the hair, pinned her knee to her ear, and bent the female so her pelvis was angled perfectly for his needs.

“You asked to come here. You submitted!”

Forcing his girth as deep as flesh and bone would allow, he swallowed her gasp and mashed his pelvis against her clit.

Another glorious release gathered in the base of his spine, drawing his sack up tight just as a fresh wave of come exploded inside his feral Omega.

Beneath him was perfection: a blissed-out, estrous-high Omega whose cunt milked his knot of every last drop her greedy pussy might take.

Delicate hands stroked his cheek, the light trill of a female purr humming between sounds that were almost familiar. Let her talk her words, there was nothing she could say at this point to change things.

“I trust you.”

Simin had never heard those Nierran words side by side, but he knew them from study and playful banter.

Roaring on the end of another almost brutal climax, lips pulled back from his teeth.

“You won’t hurt me.”

Let her believe that if she would. Once he’d worked this pretty female into the ultimate frenzy, he’d rip a hole into her very soul and tie them together. She would never be able to hide from his power, his influence, or his lust.

He would own her.

Just as much as she would own him.

“You love me.”

Powers that be, he did! The sweet smelling feral bearing all his punishing weight was the reason he breathed. High on the very feel of her, Simin rocked their bodies and ground her down against saturated cushions.

Looking down to black eyes shining with love as if she’d understood his words, Simin snarled, “Never doubt it, kor’yr. I love you down to the makings of our shared soul.”

She did not smell of fear, nor did her voice shake with indecision. A clever tongue formed her first demand in his language. “Again.”

Forever.

He would gladly fuck her until time itself ended.