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"Only about a million," she said, looking grateful for the opportunity.
"Of course," Tavian agreed. "Let me show you my nest."
14
Khala
"Your nest?" I asked. My head was still spinning with everything Ryze told me. Part of me didn't want to believe any of it. It sounded far too strange. Even if it was true and omegas were real, why would I be one? I was no one special. Just Khala, former Silent Maiden. If I believed him, I was so much more than that. It was bizarre.
Yet, I did believe him. It explained the way I felt when he touched me. Every part of my body responded to him in a way it hadn't to anyone else. He could have bent me over the chair and fucked me then and there and I would have screamed for more. We both knew it.
If that was what pre-heat was like, then the idea of actual heat was slightly terrifying, but exciting at the same time. I'd never been afraid of sex, and I wasn't afraid of doing it with Ryze or any of the Fae. I was drawn to them.
Zared too, in spite of my resolve to be no more than friends.
He was right that it was just him and I here in a place so strange to both of us. That fact made me feel closer to him than I had before. I couldn't deny the connection. Not any more.
"Are all the High Lords alphas?" I asked before Tavian could even answer the first question.
He laced his fingers through mine and led me down a set of wide, marble stairs. His hand was large, comforting. The thought didn't even cross my mind that it should be awkward. I felt as if I'd known him for a lifetime. His lifetime or mine, I didn't know.
He opened a door and guided me inside before closing it behind us.
"We don't know about the other High Lords. We suspect Cavan is one because of the omegas being taken to his court. Ryze sent word to the other courts, asking their opinion, and trying to discover what they knew. If they answered, he didn't tell me." He seemed unworried.
"This is my nest." He waved towards the deepest bed I ever saw.
It stood just off the ground, on an oak frame about half a metre high. The inside of the frame was padded with cushions. Dozens more cushions lay scattered around the edges of the mattress. Three sides of the bed were surrounded by a heavy, black curtain. The fourth side was tied open with thin strips of fabric. If they were removed, the bed would be entirely enclosed.
I was immediately drawn to it. The idea of snuggling down into it was enticing. Like hiding in a cocoon. Something like a purr rose in my chest.
"You've never seen anything like this?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. I remember building something similar out of blankets and pillows when I was a child. I'd spend hours lying in there daydreaming or reading. When I went to the Temple, I missed being able to do that. I thought it was just a thing children did."
"If it is, I never want to grow up." He lay down on his back and pulled me down with him. "This kind of space is typical for omegas. A place to feel safe and comfortable and warm. Ryze had it built for me. He's probably already organising one for you."
He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled his body into mine.
"Being an alpha is more than being there when an omega goes into heat. It also means taking care of that omega. Keeping us safe and teaching us to keep ourselves safe. Mostly I can do that myself, but if it was left up to me, I'd throw a bunch of cushions on the floor and pull a pile of blankets over my head. This is much better."
"Yes it is," I agreed. Together with the apple and cinnamon scent of him, I never felt so comfortable. So soothed. At the same time, I was very aware of him next to me. His thigh pressed against mine. "You really think Ryze will have one of these made for me?"
"Without a doubt." He rolled over on his side to face me. "He wants you to stay. He'll do everything in his power to make you feel at home here." After a moment he added, "I want you to stay too."
Slowly, he moved his face closer, until his lips brushed over mine. He watched for my reaction. When I didn't pull away, he kissed me again, deeper this time.
He explored my mouth with his lips and his tongue, caressing and tasting me.
His mouth tasted even better than he smelled. Like cinnamon and nutmeg, with a hint of vanilla. I could have devoured him then and there.
His hand slid across my midriff and up to the underside of my breast.
I pressed one of my hands against his rock hard chest, and tangled the other one in his hair. I wanted,neededhim closer.
His mouth moved from my lips across my cheek and down to my neck.
I moaned when his touch sent a shaft of fire right through my body. It wasn't the intensity of Ryze's touch, but it was compelling all the same.
