by Zoey Ellis
Cailyn could see why. It was incredible. The vibrations pierced deep into her, bringing with it a soothing unlike she had never felt before. All of her emotional turmoil and distress stirred and bubbled through her, rising up only to dissipate into nothing, leaving an immense feeling of complete relief beaming through her. It overwhelmed her so thoroughly, she burst into tears. She cried for her lost freedom, for the secrets she’d revealed, and for her lost family of Omegas, but the solid weight of her depression lifted.
As her tears petered out, she realized his hand on her back was drawing her closer to him. She opened her eyes to see Drocco still staring at her, though she couldn’t read the expression on his face. He drew her closer and closer until she lay on his chest, his rumbling purr vibrating through her cheek. She kept still, wondering what the point of this was. Indeed she felt better, in fact, she felt almost content, but that was his purr, not him. He was still a monstrous savage. She lay on him, waiting for what he was going to do next, but nothing happened. As she continued to listen to his purr, she realized it had a husky quality, similar to the husk in his laugh. She pressed her cheek into him further, trying to get as much of the vibration as she could and sighed again, enjoying the comfort of it. Before she knew it she was relaxing into him, drowsy with peaceful sleep.
Cailyn had no idea how long they sat there but she found herself waking up still straddling the Emperor. She had every intention of getting off of him, but he still purred, and she found she couldn’t, and didn’t want to, move away from that.
He seemed to sense her restlessness. He lifted her again, and she made a pitiful noise at being moved away from the source of her comfort, but he simply fixed her sideways on his lap and returned her to his chest.
She lay for a few long moments and then a sweet, familiar smell filled her nose. When she opened her eyes, Drocco held a piece of fruit to her lips. She opened her mouth and he placed it inside. It was something she had had before. She couldn’t place where she’d had it or its name, but it was tasty. It pulled on memories she couldn’t quite reach, memories swathed in darkness. He fed her another piece, and she savored it, the juicy, sweetness sparking her appetite.
He fed her a range of fruit from a platter on the table, some of them she loved, others she disliked. He didn’t bring any she refused to her lips again. Finally, her hunger was sated, and she fell asleep again against his vibrating chest.
***
Cailyn lost all track of time. The days blurred together, she didn’t know how much time had passed and couldn’t even guess. The only thing she cared about was that purr. Drocco kept her against his chest all the time and stayed with her constantly. He bathed with her, lathered and rinsed her, he sat with her while she ate, sometimes feeding her, and he kept her pressed against his chest to sleep on him as he sat on the couch. She had no idea when he slept or when he ate. She wasn’t sure she cared about that. His purr kept her in a state of contentment that she didn’t want to come out of. If she could stay in that oblivious state, then the reality of her situation didn’t matter.
She convinced herself of this even further because Drocco didn’t speak. He didn’t say a word to her. And she had no reason to say anything to him. They simply existed.
However, she couldn’t ignore the normal physical reaction she always had for him. She remained in a constant state of arousal, and it became stronger every day it wasn’t addressed. She could feel his arousal too when she sat on his lap. And yet he never moved to touch her or to relieve himself.
As her body’s other major concerns, such her hunger and her distress, were tended to, her need to mate with him increased. She ignored it, choosing to lose herself in his purr, but after a while, it became almost unbearable.
At one point, she sat on his lap, her face buried into his neck, breathing him in, and she began to rub herself on the hardness underneath her without even realizing it at first. Drocco growled and instantly her slick streamed from her.
Lifting her up, he carried her to the bed and placed her down. She sat upright, watching him warily as he undressed, his eyes remaining on her.
A trembling of fear fluttered through her. Regardless of the pleasurable nature of their mating, it had always ended in unbearable pain. Perhaps her respite was over. She sucked a breath in as he lay down beside her, ready for what may come.
She waited, but nothing happened. Turning to glance at him, she saw he lay naked on the bed, his massive and muscled body stretched along almost the entire length. Her eyes were drawn to his cock, hard and upright.
She glanced back up to his eyes, desire and demand stared back at her. He wanted her. He expected her to mate with him—to follow her instincts and relieve them both. But she couldn’t. Not only had she never initiated sex before, she had not chosen him. They were not a couple, and just because he purred for her, it did not mean she wanted him as a bonded mate. He would have to accept that.
“Drocco,” she began.
His cock twitched and the tip began to ooze.
Cailyn watched transfixed. “Drocco,” she whispered.
His cock jumped again, trickling more fluid for her. His potent scent deepened to an intricate aroma that burst around her and seeped into her. Everything she was about to say was lost to her.
Leaning forward, she brought her nose closer to his heavenly scent. Closer and closer still, until she reached his cock. She licked the length of it. He moaned, and the sound spurred her on. Closing her mouth on his tip, she sucked and a rush of desire shuddered through her. Lifting his cock, she sucked and licked him, guided by her instincts to explore every inch of him.
She became aware of his large hand cupping and squeezing her ass and she moved to her knees as his fingers dipped underneath to stroke her.
He breathed heavily, releasing guttural groans as she moved faster with fervor. And the sound of him at her mercy was almost as satisfying as his purr.
She gyrated her hips as his fingers played with her clit, trying to get more pressure, but he seemed to purposely avoid penetrating her. Eventually, she released his cock and glared at him.
He still stared at her—that look of expectation in his eyes. He pressed his fingers against her opening and she whined and widened her knees, trying to sink onto his fingers, but he pulled away.
She snapped her head back to him, a snarl on her lips.
Drocco’s expression didn’t change. “If you want it, take it.” His gravelly, deep, voice instantly made her wetter.
She looked at his cock, glistening and wet. She had made it like that. Suddenly a heat rose to her face and she lowered her eyes. “I can’t,” she whispered.
“You can. And you will, Cailyn.”
Drocco’s hand inched up her dress, slowly and deliberately. His hand was rough against her skin and she moaned as it scraped up her back, sending a scatter of tingles all over her. He slowly pulled her dress over her head, and began playing with her already hard nipples, dragging his nails across her body and dipping his fingertips lower to brush her clit.
She gasped and moaned and hummed at the sensations building in her. Everything he did enhanced her pleasure, but her neglected pussy made her frustrated. She squirmed, uncomfortable with the amount of slick she was producing, and looked again at his cock. She wanted it.
Drocco suddenly lifted her up and lowered her onto him, her legs either side of him. As her wet core pressed onto him, she rubbed against him, slathering his hardness with her slick. She moaned as his shaft and tip pressed against her clit and leaned forward to place her hands on the bed, either side of his torso.
He lay looking at her with that same expression, and for a moment, an annoyance coursed through her that he wasn’t touching her. His hands were on the fucking bed instead of on her—caressing her, petting her, moving her to where he wanted. Then his cock twitched underneath her.
She looked down between them. Reaching down, she lined up his cock to her entrance and sunk down on it. She groaned, as did Drocco, as she lowered
all the way down onto him. She stilled, gasping at the incredible feeling of being filled and stretched and then began to rock on him.
She remained leaning over, her weight on her hands, watching their joining as her pleasure built. His thick cock shone with her slick, and as she rode him faster, lifting herself all the way to his tip and back down, a wild sense of perverse pleasure rocked through her. Fuck, it was so good!
The harder she rode, the more powerful the sensations and soon she cried out in utter ecstasy, her fists bunching the sheets.
“Look at me.” Drocco’s voice was quiet but demanding.
She lifted her head. His eyes were half-lidded and he breathed heavily. Her desire spiked, sending a clench to her core.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
He lifted his head up toward her, his stomach muscles bunching up to rub her hard nipples. He grabbed her ass cheek and began to yank her hips down on him, guiding her faster and faster until her head rolled back and she almost screamed.
“Look at me, Cailyn.”
She forced herself to look back at him. His face had moved closer and his eyes drank in every inch of her face. His other hand scooped up her hair in a tight grip and, as he slammed her hips down on him, almost violently, he brought his lips to hers with the softest brush of a kiss.
She came hard, the explosion of intense bliss causing her entire body to twist and shudder. He kept her steady and swallowed all of her screams and moans as he deepened the kiss. She kissed him back, reveling in the roughness of his tongue, his breath in her mouth, and the claiming nature of his grip. Was there any part of this man that didn’t taste good? He slammed his knot in, grunting and moaning in her mouth as he came, but wouldn’t release her from his kiss. He spread his hand on her ass, keeping them pressed together.
Cailyn tried to pull away, fear returning ten-fold as she realized he had knotted her, and what that meant, but he gripped her hair harder, slowing his kiss to suck on her tongue and nibble on her lower lip. She remained tense, waiting for the questioning to start, but he seemed content to simply kiss her.
As he continued to explore her mouth, she relaxed slightly, noticing how securely they were locked together. It felt… strange—as though she was claiming his cock. As he kissed her longer, his purr returned and she relaxed further, kissing him back.
The intimacy of his lips on hers affected her in a way she hadn’t been prepared for. Not only was she learning a new taste and feel of him, but his approach surprised her. Drocco was kissing her tenderly; still claiming, still intense, but also careful and lingering, as though he relished her.
Eventually, he slowly pulled away to look at her. “How many men?”
Cailyn stared into his ink-like eyes, breathless from his kisses and drowsy from their mating. “Just you.”
His eyes ran over her face. “Just me?”
“Just you, Drocco.”
His purr deepened and he lay back on the bed. She waited for him to smirk or laugh or question why she lied, but he simply watched her.
She lay on his chest, sighing as his purr rumbled against her, coaxing her to sleep.
When she next stirred, she lay on her side on the bed, her leg over Drocco’s hip while his hand still held her ass. His purr still vibrated from him but he seemed asleep. She stared at him for a moment. Even in his sleep, he looked rugged and wild. Sighing, she rolled away from him and headed to the washroom. As she used the toilet and washed, she realized that she and Drocco had fully mated, with a knot that had remained inside her until it shrunk. That meant he could get her pregnant. She pondered the possibility before dismissing it. Normally an Omega’s chances of pregnancy increased in her Haze and it was still possible through normal mating, especially when a high attraction existed between the couple. However, with Cailyn’s blocks messing up her Haze cycle, she suspected it would be difficult for her to get pregnant when not in her Haze.
She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to Drocco. Regardless of the fact that she was his prisoner, he was the kind of Alpha many Omegas would want as a bonded mate. In fact, many of the younger Omegas had been arguing the logic of staying hidden when Omegas were trained in the Talent. Some of them had petitioned the Mothers for a change in the rules to allow Talent-crafter Omegas to leave the Compound to find an Alpha or Beta mate to create a life with. Of course, many of them hadn’t even been through the required training to leave the Compound—they seemed to have high-flown ideas about what the Eastern Land cities and territories were like, and even though some admitted being scared to leave, they had plenty of ideas of what the future could hold for Omegas.
She headed back to the room, back to Drocco, but paused at the edge of the bed. She turned to glance at her own bed, in the corner on the floor. She hadn’t slept there in what felt like weeks, and yet that was where she had been most comfortable. Did she really want to return to the bed with the Emperor? The place where she had suffered, and with the man who had made her suffer?
She turned and headed toward her bed and slowed to a stop halfway there as the potency of his purr began to fade. She turned toward him, indecision clouding her. She wanted to be close to his purr but not on the bed. She stood watching him and suddenly noticed he was awake, watching her back.
“Would you like me to join you, Cailyn?” he asked. Once again his voice sent a shiver through her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He got up from the bed, unfolding to his full height. Cailyn’s eyes widened as she took him in. She had forgotten how big he was. She shrunk back as he strode toward her, wondering how the hell he was going to fit in her little makeshift bed. This was a bad idea.
He scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way to her bed, then carefully knelt to allow her to lift the pile of duvets and sheets.
It took some shifting and shuffling and readjustment before they were both encased, head to toe, by all the duvets, blankets and cushions, and a nervousness clawed at Cailyn as she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She had allowed him into her private space. The space where she felt safe. Why destroy that? But as soon as Drocco drew her into his arms, and her head lay on his rumbling chest, all other thoughts disappeared. His scent expanded into the small enclosed area and she sighed at the comfort of it.
Drocco lowered his head, his mouth against her forehead. “I’m pleased you allowed me into your nest.”
Cailyn’s drowsiness fled and she was suddenly awake. Her nest? Her mind raced, trying to remember what she had been told about nesting Omegas. The Mothers had spoken about it, but it was so early in her training, she couldn’t remember. It felt like it was important. Disturbed, she found she couldn’t relax, even with that thick, heavy rumble coming from the broad chest against her.
She fidgeted and turned, worried thoughts rolling through her mind. Finally, Drocco pulled her higher to kiss her thoroughly before taking a nipple into his mouth, erasing all worries from her mind.
***
Life became a simple series of meeting her base needs. When she was hungry, Drocco made sure she ate. When she was tired, Drocco’s purr rocked her to sleep. When she was restless, plagued by thoughts she couldn’t control, he shifted his weight on top of her, pinning her to the nest and making her feel secure and protected. When she had even a spark of arousal, Drocco’s mouth was on her body, building her to that incredible high, which meant he fucked her all the time.
Gone was the Drocco who demanded with a single look—he took her roughly and completely, owning her body and claiming it with every spearing thrust of his cock, every flick of his tongue, every deep, breathtaking kiss. She hated that she loved it. She hated that she rode his face so enthusiastically—that it was so pleasurable to lick and suck every part of him. And when in her right mind, she was embarrassed that she reveled in the vulgar pleasure that came from putting herself on display, widening her legs to spread her slick-drenched pussy so eagerly to entice him to slam into her—all without him needing to even utter a word.
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Every touch brought her so much complex bliss she’d never experienced before, she couldn’t get enough. The fear of his knot had been replaced by a strange satisfaction whenever she locked her muscles onto that intimate part of him. Her pussy seemed to think his cock belonged to it, and an odd thrill began to build every time it happened.
Once, while on all fours and locked on to him behind her, Drocco grabbed her arms and lifted her back toward him, pinning her elbows together with one hand. He kissed and licked the back of her neck and reached round to squeeze and slap her breasts, wringing her nipples and clawing his nails over her stomach. That was all it took for her to come again, shuddering on his knot and clenching onto every inch of him buried inside her. He cursed in exclamation, pulling her into his arms and telling her how amazing she was. He made her orgasm multiple times on his knot. It meant that their mating seemed to last for ages, and she was always exhausted after.
It was a good thing really. She tried not to allow herself to think of anything beyond the room or beyond her senses. What was the point? She couldn’t escape if her Talent didn’t work. She was at his mercy and, at the moment, he was being attentive. She allowed herself to drown in the overwhelming sensations.
She became familiar with the subtle differences in his purr. When he slept it was lighter than normal, when he was distracted it was erratic, and when he was satisfied it was luxuriously heavy. The amazing thing was, she began to feel safe and comfortable. It was even pleasurable when he tucked her into his chest to sleep, running his hands all over her, petting her and gently squeezing parts of her body.
However, as time passed, she began to wonder about his motives. Drocco was an intelligent Alpha, capable of planning and executing sophisticated missions to conquer the Eastern Lands. She noticed he would always collect their food and drink from the locked door when she was indisposed; sleeping, drowsy from sex or using the washroom. He was smart enough to try and keep her attention away from those occurrences. So what was his plan with her? Every so often, the thought niggled her that maybe once he had his fill, he would pass her on to another Alpha. Or he would move on to another female. The idea lowered her mood and sparked both jealousy and anger before she caught it and scolded herself. They were not a couple, she had to remember that. Whatever came next, after he tired of her, she had to prepare for it.