Page 51 of Dark Revolution

Chapter 17

Jaxxon

I glanceover at my mate, a soft smile twinging my lips as I watch her scurry about, trying to get her nest just so. If the fervor in which she flings pillows about and orders me away is any indication, I feel her heat should hit soon. The claiming mark shines up at me from underneath my loose shirt that’s draped illicitly over her body. It almost reveals more than it covers.

Every time she bends over, her ass is exposed just a touch, enough to give me a peek without giving me a full show. She turns, her lips pulled down into a thoughtful frown, and my eyes drift over to my mark again. It’s still red and puffy, but it no longer needs a covering. Every time I see it, my heart fills with pride, and my balls swell with seed.

Days have drifted by, but I no longer notice them - I’m too consumed with my mate to even care. How many times have I bedded her now? Ten? Twenty? Fifty? Every time feels like the first moment when she’s in my arms. Though I only bedded Annalise once, it still didn’t feel this magical, this perfect. I thought our bond, our mating was perfect, but nothing can compare to the way Annora looks up at me, that intoxicating mixture of wonder and desire lighting up her eyes.

Groaning, I reach down and stroke my shaft, eyes narrowing in on her exposed ass as she bends over to move yet another cover somewhere else. Luckily for me, she seems to be content with regular nesting materials. She’s not like the omegas in The High Sanctum that insisted on silks, furs, and leathers. If Annora had asked for them, though, I would have burned Stanlion down to fetch them.

She stands up, fists planted on her hips. From the small sliver of face I can see, her lips are pursed into a deep frown. Chuckling, I make my way over, fully prepared to get her more blankets if that’s what she requires. As I near, she grabs me by the shirt and pulls me towards her with all her strength.

Of course, I resist a little. What sort of Alpha would I be if I let her win right away? “What is it you desire, my little omega?”

“I need your seed.”

My brows raise as I stare down at her face. Her lips are set in a firm line, denoting the seriousness of her request. “Do you want me to release it deep inside you, on you, or on your nest?”

A soft blush graces her cheeks as she glances away. It’s the pure innocence that gets me hard as a rock every time. Perhaps one day, she’ll grow accustomed to our mating, and I won’t be able to shock her with my luridness, but thankfully, today’s not that day. Unzipping my pants, I ease Annora’s face back around until she’s looking at me.

If I’m going to strip for her, then she will damn well watch. A smirk pulls up on my lips as the blush deepens. My cock answers with a jolt. “Well, omega?”

Instead of answering, she points to the one spot that’s not saturated with our fluids. How did we manage that? With as many times and ways that I’ve bedded her, I thought surely no spot had been untouched. Pride blossoms in my chest as she moves a few more of the fabrics before stepping away to give me room.

Standing on the other side of the spot, her delicate hands clutch the edges of the shirt, and she lifts it up, showing me her body as slowly as she can manage. I’m not even sure if she’s doing it on purpose, and that alone sends precum surging to the head of my cock. Groaning, I slide my hand across my tip and drag the fluid down my shaft as I glide my fingers up and down.

First, her pussy is bared to my gaze, the soft, curly hair surrounding her mound peeking out from under the fabric, far more soft and alluring than the hatchet job they did to her before the auction. Then, it's her smooth stomach that I can’t wait to have round with our child. Next are her perfect breasts, large enough for my hands to grab and play with as I see fit. Her head pops out of the hole, sending her mass of dark hair settling around her shoulders and over her breasts until just her nipples are poking through the ebony curtain.

My cock lurches forward as her fingers skim her body, sliding up until she cups her breasts and plucks at her nipples. Growling, I take a step towards her, and her smile widens as she takes one back. The little minx thinks it’s good to tease a predator like me? I reach out to grab her, but she slips away, her intoxicating giggle setting my blood on fire.

Annora slips behind the bed, blows me a kiss, then ducks back down out of sight. Erection forgotten, I give chase, ducking and dodging furniture in our small house until she’s cornered in the front of the living space. The small lights on the pillars bathe her body in a soft glow, twinkling across her skin. Her joy and contentment sing through our bond, filling me with more happiness than I can stand.

I reach out, yanking her to me in one move before hoisting her over my shoulder. Ironically, it seems this is her preferred position to be in, only secondary to being underneath me with my cock shoved deep inside her pussy. Her arousal taints the air as I reach up to swat her ass, keeping my touch gentler than I usually do.

Each day she surprises me with how much pain she can take, and normally, I indulge that darker side of her, but the deep bruises from the cane still stand out in stark relief, and I like a fresh canvas to paint my pain onto. With a happy sigh, she wiggles on my shoulder, brushing the side of her ass against my face.

Turning, I nuzzle the soft skin there before nipping her, delighting in her squeal. I reach the nest and toss her down into it, keeping her away from the spot I’m supposed to mark. “Spread your legs for me, little omega. I want to see how wet your pussy is.” Again, that blush is back, and another bead of precum pearls at the top of my head. Turning away, she spreads her legs, but I still can’t see what I want. “Don’t make me clarify, Annora. You know exactly how to present yourself to me.”

Her lower lip disappears into her mouth as she stares at me with those soulful eyes that beg me not to hurt her as I defile her in all manner of delicious ways. Her faith in me is astounding, and it floors me every time. Reaching down, she slides her fingers through her lips, rubbing them a few times before spreading them open.

Arousal drips down, glistening on her mound and thighs. If she gets this wet normally, I can’t wait to see her with slick. My mouth waters at the thought of licking her clean, of growling until the slick pours from her body for me to go down and feast on again. I will never get enough of her, not even after the gods see fit to have me join them. Somehow, I will find a way to be with her for all time.

“Touch yourself.” My voice is hoarse, thick with need, my cock hard and aching. She does as I command, her tentative touches bringing soft gasps of pleasure to her lips. I’ve never made her pleasure herself before, but that’s going to change as of now. Just watching her tiny fingers coasting along her plump lips, pink and swollen with arousal, has me about to cum already.

“I want you to look at me, little omega. Look upon your Alpha as he allows you to pleasure what’s his.” Her gaze flies up to mine, her pupils dilating until they’re large discs in her eyes. They’re not fully blown as when an omega is in heat, but they’re close. Her fingers fly over her aroused clit, her lips parted as soft gasps pepper the air.

Growling, I slam my hand down over my shaft, watching her, staring deep into her eyes. As her orgasm racks her body, my own release surges through me, sending thick ropes of cum jettisoning onto the spot that needs my scent. I glide my hands up and down, pouring myself onto the fabrics as Annora shuffles over to wrap her hands around my knot, squeezing it as best she can to mimic the throb of her pussy.

Though she does an admirable job, it’s different from being inside her, but this is what she needs, what she wants. Since she’s been such a good, little omega for me, who am I to deny her? Sighing, I kneel down into her nest, not caring if I mess it up or not. She can fix it again while I’m away. Gods know she needs something to occupy her time.

If I didn’t think it would cause her such distress, I’d dismantle her nest every time I left just to give her a task. As it is, I have no clue what she does all evening. When I ask her about it, anxiety spikes along the bond, and I leave it alone. No doubt, as a previously working beta, she’s used to filling up her time with her occupation, and now that she’s allowed to live the pampered life of an omega, she feels anxious about not contributing.

Eventually, she’ll get used to being an omega, but in the meantime, I might find some beta females to keep her company. Most Alphas I know don’t let their mates anywhere without them, and I’ll be damned if another Alpha taints our house with his scent. Never again will I allow Annora to so much as smell another man, much less another Alpha. Langston is a possibility, but it will be in small doses.

It may be controlling, it may be an unnecessary measure, but she will never feel the fear she did that day that I won her. If I have to shelter her for the rest of our lives, then I’ll do that. No action is too extreme if it keeps her safe and her heart and mind happy. Leaning down, I slide my lips over hers, reveling in the sleepy contentment that hums between us as she basks in her after-orgasm glow.

I pull away, hating that I have to leave, hating that I can’t just spend my days wrapped up with her in our nest. Her sleepy pout as I extricate myself sends a smile curving up my lips. Tapping her on the nose, I force myself away from her tempting body and over to our clothes drawer.