“Not for a moment. But I would have longed for you. I would have done everything that I could to make you happy.”
Zenevieve blinks away her tears and shifts closer to me. “Like what?”
“Given you my cloak to cuddle in your nest. Passed letters to theHratha’lenfor you to read. Brought you tea to drink when your false heat had passed off. Flown with you to the hot springs so you could have soaked away all the aches in your muscles in the water.”
She smiles. “That sounds nice. And when I was a little older, how would you have kissed me?”
“Like this.” I cradle her head and press my lips to hers a little longer, letting her feel how much I care for her and adore her as my mate.
She tastes her lips, and whispers, “I like that. And when I went into a true heat, and I pushed you into a rut, how would you have kissed me then?”
Heat and desire roll up my body.
“Like this.” I part her lips as I kiss her and roll her beneath me, kissing her with all the hunger and passion that I feel. The small space beneath Nilak’s wings grows heavy with our mingling scents. Zenevieve opens her mouth wider with a whimper, inviting me deeper, and my tongue caresses hers. Our bodies are pressed as close as they can be, and she clenches her legs around one of mine. Her slick melts into the fabric of my riding clothes and soaks my thigh. I’ve never felt anything more wonderful. My hands caress the nape of her neck, and my teeth tease her lower lip.
“Please, Alpha,” she pants. I squeeze her softness and rub her nipple through her dress, and she cries out. “Please… I need…”
“Can I make you come?” I whisper in her ear.
Her nails dig into my shoulders with a sharp cry. “Yes. Please.”
I unlace the summer dress she’s wearing and sit up so I can slip it over her head, then I gaze down at her in her underclothes. She’s just as beautiful as I remember, slender and curved, with pretty freckles across her shoulders. I grasp her nipple with my teeth through her underclothes, and she moans her appreciation. While I’m pulling the scraps of fabric from her body, I feel her tugging at my shirt, trying to get it off me.
I stop her with a touch. “I don’t need anything for me.”
She’s still stubbornly holding fistfuls of fabric. “Taking your shirt off is for me.”
I laugh softly, grasp the back of my collar, and pull the shirt off over my head. “Does my Omega like that?”
Zenevieve smiles and runs her fingers down my chest. “She does. I’ve always loved you shirtless. Your hair is so lovely when it’s loose like this. I’m lucky my Alpha is so handsome.”
“I don’t deserve such praise. If I’m handsome, it’s only to please you.”
I gather her up in my arms and press trailing kisses down her naked body. I want to put my mouth on her. I remember she liked that, and I’ve been fantasizing about tasting my Omega’s slick for centuries. Zenevieve was soft and sweet against my tongue the first time we were together, but now she tastes like heaven. I part her thighs and run my tongue up her sex, and I’m rewarded with a fresh gush of her slick. I groan as the taste of raspberries and honey bursts over my tongue. I never knew what my Omega’s perfume would be like, but now it seems so obvious that I wonder how it’s possible I didn’t know.
As I focus my tongue on licking the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, I push one of her thighs up to her chest and seek her opening with my fingers. She’s hot and dripping as I thrust my middle finger inside of her. Zenevieve cries out and digs her nails into my forearm.
“Stesha, please,” she pants.
I add my third finger as well and fuck her firmly with them as my tongue works her clit. I’ll take my time with her the next time. Right now I just need to make her come. She’s been waiting too long. We’ve both been waiting too long. Her cries grow higher in pitch and louder still. I keep thrusting my fingers into her until she screams out, arching her back, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically. Her climax goes on and on as her slick gushes over my fingers. There’s a rough spot behind her clit inside of her, and I rub it firmly. She seems to like that, and just as her body seems to relax, she starts riding high again, her whole body flushing the prettiest shade of pink.
Gods, her body is a miracle. I’m breathing hard as I withdraw my fingers and gather her into my arms.
“I think…I think I needed that,” she pants. “Gods, the relief is intense. I should have realized it would help.”
I lean over her and press a kiss to her lips. “I’m glad,aash’lin.” Then I pause, and frown. “Are you saying that you haven’t been bringing yourself to orgasm while you’re enduring your false heat?”
Her lower lip catches between her teeth as she shakes her head. “I’ve been too unhappy and uncomfortable.”
My heart contracts in sympathy. It must have been torture for her. “Aash’lin, my sweet girl. No wonder you have been so overwrought and suffering. You must make yourself come several times a day when you’re in heat, even a false one. Come to me if you wish, and I will do it for you. You need only ask.”
“I can…ask you to make me come?” she asks in a hesitant voice. “Even if you are in your bed?”
“As many times as you need. It’s my duty and pleasure to make you happy, always and forever. And it is our bed, not my bed.”
Her face creases, and she bursts into tears. “I’m really your mate then? You mean it?”
I hold her against my chest and rock her in my arms. Poor, emotional little Omega. “You are,aash’lin. All mine. Every tear-sodden inch of you,” I add with a smile.
