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“And I’ll be your mistress? The other woman?”

“Yes, but you will have my love. Isn’t that enough?”

For a harlot, it must. “Yes, William,” I reply, doing my best to choke back a sob. “It is enough.”

CHAPTER 22

William

Hearing my name drip from her lips is enough to make everything in me clench with need. I will never tire of hearing it. True, I can see and hear the agony this causes her, but it will fade in time.

Once she understands how devoted I am to her, it will be just like a marriage between us. Then why do I feel so guilty? I don’t want some other woman. I want Kitty. She’s the one I want to bear my children, to share a bed with, a life with.

If only I wasn’t a duke and she was not a courtesan. Unfortunately, it’s the hand we’ve both been dealt. All we can do is make the best of it. Stepping back, I remove my shirt, distracting her with my scent.

It works. No longer does she appear downtrodden, tugging at the strings of my heart until I break and become leg-shackled to her. Now, her pupils dilate, all traces of tears disappearing.

When I remove my boots and breeches, standing naked in front of her, she flies into a flurry of motion. Kitty tugs at her restraints, desperate to get to me. Her body hungers for mine, and I know soon I’ll succumb to the rut and devour her.

Glancing over at the pile of linens, I debate continuing the punishment, but in truth, my heart is no longer in it. Now that I know the necklace is not some bauble from a lover, I can rest easier. I still won’t allow her to consort with him, but the raging need to snap the trinket from her neck dissipates until I can breathe again.

Still though, there’s no harm in having a spot of fun. Gripping my cock, I slide my hand up and down, stroking my member as I look upon Kitty’s naked curves. I could pleasure myself to her body daily and never tire of looking at her.

She becomes frantic, soft moans and mournful pleas dripping from her lips. My, but she begs so prettily. I apply myself to the solitary vice, gripping and releasing, using my precum to lubricate my movements.

I don’t even try to last that long, knowing I’ll have several days to fuck her body. Stepping closer, I continue to stroke, groaning as I near my peak. Her eyes become wild. Desperation pours from her body as my scent teases her nose.

Though I could be a gentleman and pour my seed down her throat, there is still some part of me that wants to see her suffer for her disobedience, even if it’s just for a moment. And so, with a loud shout, I paint her body with my seed, decorating her breasts and stomach.

Reaching over, I drag my fingers through the slippery mess and bring them to her lips. I don’t even have to order her to open. Her mouth drops as her tongue darts out, lapping at my fingertips to clean up every drop she can find.

I feed her, scooping up what I can and sliding it into her mouth. I rub my seed over her tongue and along her inner cheeks. I want every swallow to be laced with my taste and scent.

Her eyes gloss over, a haze clinging to her. Such a pretty little omega, desperate for my essence. I undo her bonds, smiling as she sways forward. I tilt her chin up, claiming her mouth with my own. The noises she makes cause my cock to stir once more.

With great effort, I pull back. “Now then, kitten, go make us a nest. And hurry, or the next time I spill my seed, you’ll lap it up from the floor.” And just like that, I’m hard once more.

It’s not the rut. I’m not so far gone as that. It’s all her. It’s all my precious little kitten and the depraved things I wish to do to her.

Once I release her, she flies across the room, her fingers plucking and pulling. Her round ass bounces about as she bends over, oblivious to anything else. Though I’ve bedded omegas before, I’ve never seen one go into heat. I’ve never allowed myself to come close for fear of claiming them.

Being near one in that state is far too dangerous. The need to claim is overwhelming, and until Kitty, I never wanted that responsibility. It’s an erotic thing, a pull that I never realized I needed.

It’s a desperation, like the need for air in my lungs. She’s the reason I awake in the morning rock hard. But then, there’s more than that. There’s a companionship I long to explore, a kinship I feel when she’s in my arms. Until her, I never knew what it meant to feel as though half of you was missing.

I thought it was merely the warbling of minstrels, an ethereal feeling never to be grasped but always to wish for. But Kitty stirs all that within me and more. Though not bound, I detest being away from her side. I need her next to me, her scent surrounding me, filling my lungs until all I can see, hear, taste, touch, and smell is her.

It overwhelms me, but in the best way possible. If only I could impart to her the depth of my feelings and desire. But then, I suppose once we’re bound, she’ll feel it welling up from deep within.

She is my everything, and I need her to know just what she means to me. Call me daft, especially since we’ve only known each other for a fortnight or so. But if this is madness, I shall succumb with a smile on my face.

Once more, I start to stroke myself, distracting her as I groan in pleasure. Every now and then, she stops what she’s doing and looks over at me, desire blazing from the depths of her eyes. There’s a hunger there, far more potent than when we’re simply playing. Seeing that blatant want, that need, tears at me, demanding I give in and take her.

But I want to remain in control, at least for a bit longer. I want to enjoy our coming together and not be some mindless animal rutting into her. Eventually, it will happen, but as long as I can stave it off, I will. However, as the slick gathers at her lower lips, I find that I’m quickly losing the battle.

I mean what I say, though, and soon I come again, allowing it to splatter against the wooden floor. At my groan of relief, Kitty whimpers, dropping the blanket. She looks up at me with those large, soulful eyes, almost hurt that I deprived her of my essence.

“Well, kitten,” I grumble. “Are you just going to let it go to waste?”