by Zoey Ellis
"Listen to me!" the Alpha said sternly, gripping her hair at the back of her head.
She blinked, bringing herself to attention.
"Cailyn," he said carefully. "What's my name?"
"Alpha," she breathed immediately.
"No," he scowled. "My name, Cailyn. Think carefully. Pay attention or you won't get what you want."
She blinked again, trying to think. Her heavy mind couldn’t move quickly enough and she had to concentrate. “Drocco."
He nodded. "Good. When I speak, Cailyn, you will listen. Do you understand?"
She nodded. Maybe this was why he was angry.
"Good girl," he murmured, leaning in toward her.
She beamed at the praise and he slowed.
Pulling back, he fixated on her, a blend of wonder and satisfaction entering his eyes. She leaned forward to close the gap between them, but he tugged her head back, his eyes on her.
"Do it again," he demanded.
She frowned confused.
"Do it again, Cailyn. Smile for me."
She smiled, this time a little shy.
The rumble that came from his throat made her whole body tingle and he pulled her into a hard kiss, his hands all over her, rough and demanding. She sighed into his mouth, intoxicated by his smell and his taste. Everything about him aroused her to such a peak that her slick poured out of her, preparing her for him.
He pulled her into his arms and stood, lifting her and placing her on the table. She spread her legs wide, eager for him as he pulled her to the edge of the table.
"Smile," he said roughly.
Through her cloud of arousal, it took a moment for her to register his instruction, but as soon as she smiled he slammed into her.
She gasped as the electrifying pleasure of his cock and that delicious stretch ricocheted through her. He pumped in and out, his hands all over her, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, grabbing handfuls of her ass. Every inch of her tuned into him—the feel of him, the sound of him. Being so close to his glow heightened every sensation, and she luxuriated in it, delirious with the euphoria of being with an Alpha in her Haze.
Her orgasm came upon her before she could even register it, blasting through every inch of her body and sending her over the most incredible ledge until she was soaring, completely overwhelmed by the intense ecstasy seizing her body. After a beautifully agonizing moment of free falling, rolling waves of the purest bliss crashed through her. As she came down, she became aware of the Alpha’s thick hand over her mouth, quietening her for some reason, but she didn't give a shit about that. His throaty moans and grunts as he plunged into her were the best sounds she had ever heard. Her abundant slick made his every slam wet and soppy and delicious. The raw stench of them filled her nose; carnal, earthy, heavy and so… right. This was where she belonged. Within seconds, another climax stirred. She reached for the Alpha, tracing his scars and wounds as his muscles bunched and contracted. A low moan escaped him, his dark eyes deepening to a gaze so intense, she could do nothing but gaze back into them. Another climax seized her, and she gripped onto him as he rode her through it. He flipped her over, barely pausing in his rhythm, and pushed her shoulders down as he fucked her from behind. She clawed the table, spreading her legs wider and tilting her hips to get him deeper. He slammed into her harder and harder, pushing his fingers into her mouth, breathing heavily as he began to lose control.
"I missed you, Cailyn," he said between breaths, running his other hand up her spine. "I missed you, my Omega."
Another orgasm came upon her, shuddering through her body and causing her to convulse wildly. Drocco held onto her, keeping her open for him as he pounded her the way she loved.
He flipped her onto her back just before he came, sinking deep into her with a gruff exhale as his knot grew to lock them together. She clung to him, both of them panting from the force of their mating. He lifted her into his arms and pressed her close to his chest, careful not to jostle her too much on his knot.
He turned and sat on the table, but instead of keeping her close to his chest, he planted a hand wide on her back, and gripped her hair, pulling her away from him so he could look at her. He observed her, not saying anything, but she didn’t care. The aftermath of their mating sent her into a satisfied lull, and the only thing she cared about was that his knot was inside her, filling her up and prolonging the feeling she loved so much. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Cailyn.” The hand behind her head shook her a little.
She forced her eyes open and looked at the Alpha. He still watched her, a strange expression on his face. “Why did you run?”
She blinked at him lazily, transfixed by the sight of him. His glow after their mating had changed slightly, it had intensified to a strong, almost golden shimmer—a shimmer that she should be feeling on her skin. She tried to move closer to him but he held her in place.
“Why did you run?” he said again, demanding.
She whimpered at his tone and tried to move into the comfort of his glow, but he still held her firm. She wriggled and struggled until the hand on her back began to rub her and she settled into his touch, relaxing. After a moment, the hand behind her head moved around to the side of her face.
“You are mine, Cailyn,” he said, dragging his thumb slowly across her cheek. “Even if I didn’t want it to be true, it would still be a fact I could not deny. Unfortunately, your disobedience has—”
She closed her eyes as he continued speaking, enjoying the rumble of his voice as his words became a blur. Eventually, she felt his breath on her lips, then his mouth pressing onto hers so softly. She moaned as he took his time to kiss her deeply and tenderly, the feeling sparking a recognition of something she couldn’t determine—a stirring she couldn’t identify in her current state.
He kissed down her neck and her shoulders, licking and sucking everything he could, and arousing her once more. When he reached her breasts, his sucked them until they were sensitive peaks of pleasure and she was squeezing down on his knot.
Within a few moments of his knot shrinking, he was fucking her again.
The next few hours, he fucked her constantly, satisfying her every need. She eagerly encouraged him, caressing his beautiful skin, licking his nipples and kissing every bit of him she could reach. He took her in every possible position, moving her to the couches on the far side of the room. He knotted her every time, ensuring that they stayed locked securely until his knot shrunk. She remained in an orgasmic bliss, completely fulfilled with the experience.
As the sky drifted to an evening dusk, she felt the change that she had been instinctively waiting for. With her legs wrapped around Drocco, his knot firmly inside her, she sighed and pressed her hand on her stomach.
"Yes," Drocco murmured, nodding. "You’re with child now, my Omega." He exhaled so heavily, she pulled back to look at him, a sudden concern rising in her that the Alpha would leave. The pregnancy would not thrive without him.
“Alpha?”
He stroked and squeezed her, chasing her concerns away. "I’ve been waiting for this since I first scented you, Cailyn,” he murmured. “I’m very pleased with this development."
She smiled and he simply took her in, examining every inch of her face.
"You’re so beautiful," he murmured.
She traced her fingers along his lips. He was the beautiful one.
His gaze intensified as she touched him, and a rumbling purr began in his chest signifying his satisfaction. She snuggled into him and sighed deeply, his arms pulling her close to him for the first time since she entered her Haze. Her body settled into a vibration that was so much more pleasurable the closer she was to him, and his purr made every part of her relax and flourish. Everything was perfect, and she was completely content… in her Haze.
CHAPTER NINE
DROCCO
Drocco continued to mate with Cailyn. She was absolutely incredible in her Haze, just as he knew she would be. She responded to everything he d
id with such pleasure and delight that he almost forgot where he was. The desperation and burning ache that had been building in him since she left disappeared, replaced with a contentment and satisfaction so strong he found it difficult to even think properly. Of course he was in his rut, but it was more than that. Maybe it was the change of her scent as soon as she conceived. He couldn't place the feeling, but he knew it was something that could break his resolve if he wasn't careful. He had to remind himself that she was the same woman who attacked him and escaped not so long ago. The same woman who denied their connection. The same woman who rejected him as her Alpha and treated him with disdain. She was still that woman, even if she wasn’t in that mind-set right now. All of that behavior still had to be addressed. Still, he was relieved that she had conceived so quickly—everything would have been difficult if it hadn’t happened.
He had made sure to remove the charm from the door that had eliminated magic in and around the room. The Talent-crafter twins had indeed delivered a good item—they had been able to affect the magic in the castle without Malloron being alerted, and the item itself disintegrated into dust as soon as he removed it.
When the door opened, as the afternoon ended, Drocco lay on the couch while Cailyn rode him to another orgasm. He turned to see Malloron, the man's face slack in shock as he took them in on the couch.
Drocco grabbed Cailyn's ass and slammed her down on him, as he came in her. He kept his eyes on Malloron, watching the man carefully as he spurted inside his now pregnant Omega. Cailyn dropped onto his chest, panting. Drocco encircled her in his arms, fighting against the urge to remove her from Malloron's view. Malloron needed to see it with his own eyes; Cailyn belong to Drocco, and nothing he could do would change that. Certainly not now.
Malloron and Drocco continued to stare at each other, Malloron's eyes hardening as his initial shock passed.
"What the fuck have you done?" Malloron hissed, the fury in his face contorting it to almost unrecognizable proportions.
"I have reunited with my Omega," Drocco said.
“How?” Malloron growled. “She was adamant that she didn’t want you. I want to speak to her. Cailyn—”
“Cailyn is in her Haze,” Drocco said sharply. “She barely knows her own name right now. The only thing she cares about is her Alpha.”
Malloron’s fist clenched. "Is that why she smells…" He paused. "How is it that she suddenly entered her Haze?" he demanded.
Drocco didn’t answer.
"You tricked me," Malloron bellowed.
Cailyn's eyes flew open and she shrunk back from the boom of Malloron's voice. Drocco tightened his arms around her, silently reassuring her that she would be all right. She turned her head away from Malloron and settled again on Drocco’s chest.
"No," Drocco said coldly. "You stole her from me. I’m simply taking her back."
Malloron clenched his jaw. There was nothing he could say and he knew it.
"You tried, Malloron," Drocco sneered. "You made a good effort, but she was always mine."
Malloron gnashed his teeth. "You haven’t left my castle yet, Drocco. You’re still in my territory."
"Yes," Drocco snapped. "And my army surrounds your castle. What do you presume to do? I told you that I'm happy to die here. But if I do, my warriors will fight to the death to avenge me. Will your men? Will your people, your neighboring territories, and your precious trading infrastructure support that kind of disruption to the Western Lands?"
Malloron was silent. He took a step, and Drocco shot up to a sitting position on the couch, holding Cailyn close to avoid moving her too much on his knot.
"Do not move one step closer," Drocco hollered. “My Omega is with child. I'm sure you are aware how protective Alphas become over their pregnant mates. With an Omega, it is intensified ten-fold, especially during her Haze. Do not come any closer."
"You have impregnated her?" Malloron said, incredulously. "This afternoon? In my castle?!"
"We have fucked numerous times," Drocco said, casually. “Your guards aren’t as effective as you think."
Malloron let out a roar of anger. "How dare you!"
Cailyn whimpered, pressing into Drocco harder at Malloron's roar.
"Thank you for your hospitality," Drocco said, mockingly. "It has been incredible to be inside my Omega again. And imagine my surprise to learn that you didn't even fuck her?" His expression turned deadly serious. "Your restraint has earned you the privilege of keeping your life. For now."
Malloron’s mouth contorted and he turned to pace across the room, clenching his fists in agitation. Drocco watched him, every part of his being tense. In truth, he was highly on edge about Malloron being so close to Cailyn—no Alpha should be anywhere near her while she was in a state of undress—but this discussion had to happen. Malloron needed to know that Drocco had claimed Cailyn in every way possible. There was no way that Malloron could consider marrying her now.
Malloron slowed to a stop and turned to Drocco. "It makes no difference," he said firmly. "No one needs to know that you have impregnated her."
"Actually, the Lox already know," Drocco said. "So if you're thinking you can pass my child off as your own, you can't. The fact I haven't returned yet has told my commander that I’ve been with her in her Haze. He will have passed that information onto the Lox, and they will be celebrating right now that there is an heir to my Empire."
Malloron's eyes narrowed. "So you admit it. You did know that her Haze would happen? You tricked me into letting you in here knowing she would be going into a state where she couldn’t refuse you."
"She is my Omega," Drocco responded. "I’ll always know more about her than you. That is all you need to know."
Malloron breathed heavily, his eyes flashing with anger. "Fine. And all you need to know is that you’re in my territory and I won’t allow you to leave with that child. In fact, it would be fitting if your child became the first sex slave borne by an Omega in the last hundred years." He sneered. "Imagine the interest I’ll get on such child. There will be requests to fuck it throughout the Lands."
Drocco snarled. "If you think I’ll allow my child to be born only to suffer at your hands, you are mistaken. You have underestimated me before, I caution you not to do so again."
"I won’t allow you to simply fuck and impregnate my intended queen and walk out of here!" Malloron barked. "You have underestimated me if you think I will allow that to happen."
He then surveyed the room, his expression morphing into one of disgust. "Enjoy your time with her now. It won’t last." With that, he turned and headed toward the door.
Drocco watched him leave, stroking Cailyn's back. He had expected Malloron to be furious, but he hadn’t expected the threat to his child. Either way it didn’t matter. Torin would have told the Lox by now, and they wouldn’t rest until Drocco, his Omega, and his heir left the castle. Malloron had no idea what he was dealing with.
***
Over the next two days, Drocco enjoyed Cailyn's attentions. She smiled for him, touched him, and reached for his cock regularly. However, even though he had been desperate for her smile, and for her to be eager for him, it was different when she was in her Haze. She wasn’t the same prickly female that he was used to dealing with. She was much more subservient and eager to please him all the time. He thought he would prefer that, or at least enjoy it more than he did, but he didn't. He wanted his Cailyn with her sharp retorts, her disagreeable attitude, and her occasional shyness. He preferred when she pressed into him, knowing exactly who he was and their history, but unable to resist being close to him. He preferred when she touched him, knowing she touched the man who had once caused her pain. He couldn't even enjoy her smile properly because it didn't feel real. He watched her closely, absorbing everything about her. Her Haze locked her in a delirious state—her golden eyes glazed over most of the time and she wanted him inside her constantly, even though she was now pregnant.
One of Malloron's servants brought in food twice. It w
asn't enough for them both, but that was probably his intention. He wanted to weaken them, to try to ensure that Drocco would not be a problem for him. However, it was irresponsible to not feed a pregnant Omega properly. And it irritated Drocco to no end. He fed Cailyn everything that came, but of course that was what Malloron wanted. The servant also brought in a bowl for their waste, and Drocco gritted his teeth as they used it. Malloron was treating them like prisoners, but it wouldn’t last long. He just had to be patient.
At midday on the third day, Malloron returned. This time, Drocco blocked Cailyn from view with his body.
Malloron entered the room, surveying the state of it. Furniture had been moved about in their wild, frenzied mating, especially as they no longer had to keep quiet.
"I'm surprised you haven’t asked for anything," Malloron said, his disposition calmer than their previous encounter. Perhaps he had come to terms with his situation. “It’s irresponsible for you to not ensure your Omega is in full health."
"My Omega is in perfect health," Drocco said, tightly.
"So there is nothing you need?"
"Are you expecting me to negotiate with you?" Drocco asked. "Is there a problem you're having that you would like me to help you with?"
Malloron scowled. He turned away, and thought for a moment before turning back. "You need to tell the Lox to pull back."
Drocco eyed him, trying not to let his satisfaction show. "Why would I do that?"
"It makes no sense for either of us to have them continuously attacking the castle where you and your heir are situated," Malloron said. "You would be at risk too, if they breached the castle."
Drocco shook his head. "There is no risk to me. The Lox would not mistakenly kill me or my pregnant Omega. They will only kill you and your people. And that is what will happen eventually. You cannot hold them off forever."
Malloron's jaw clenched. "So you want nothing? You don't want a proper bed or proper food for your Omega or a more comfortable environment? You cannot truly be satisfied in a meeting room."