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Her lips, swollen and red, remain parted as she gasps and coughs, struggling to fill her lungs with oxygen. The warmth emanating from her cheeks scorches my digits, and I allow myself a lazy, triumphant smile. Her estrous began while she slept, but it won’t be at its fullest for a few more hours.
Exposure to my pheromones ushers it along, just as I hoped it would.
She swipes the back of her hand over her mouth before I catch her wrist.
“Why?” she asks.
Her uneven question, along with the glazed quality of her eyes, tugs at something deep within my chest. “Why what?”
“Why are you doing this?” she asks.
I sweep the pads of my thumbs over the fresh trail of tears running down her cheeks.
“Because I don’t just want your body. I’ll own your soul too.”
She closes her eyes and sobs as fresh tears rain down her face.
I scoop her up and set her on the bench in the bathroom, testing the water with the thermometer before turning off the faucets and gathering her to my chest again. She shakes with sobs but covers her face with her hands and curls into me. My heart aches.
Despite my harsh words and dark promises, I long to erase her pain.
My hardened heart softens for her and only her.
For years, I’ve survived by being the most vicious alpha imaginable. I’ve built my empire with relentless strength, fear, and violence. I’ve done unspeakable things to create order for those living in my territory.
But this tiny omega strips me of my defenses as she leans against me and cries.
I undress and lower into the bath, shifting her so her back rests along my front and her ass brackets my already hardening shaft. Bending my knees and bracing my feet on the far side of the tub, I fit her between my legs and hold her to me with an arm around her waist.
She cries for a little while longer. I dribble handfuls of water over her hair before wetting the washcloth and cleansing her face as best I can. Before long, the wet glide of her naked flesh has my balls aching and cock pulsing.
“Hoss?”
My muscles tense in eager anticipation, her angelic voice affecting me more than I care to admit. I hum a lilting note, encouraging her to ask despite my better judgement.
“I…”
A cramp seizes her belly, ending whatever she meant to say. I stroke her hair before pushing her into a sitting position and scrubbing her scalp with soap before pulling her back to my chest. Several more cramps sweep through her while I rinse her hair with cupped handfuls of water.
She clings to me when I cradle her and stand. A flush covers her entire body. I ignore the towels and stalk to the chair, leaving a trail of wetness behind us, before filling the cup with water. I tip the glass to her lips and regulate her drinking. When I offer her a bite of food, she presses her lips together and pleads for understanding with her eyes.
Anger rises, but I squash the reaction and pour her another glass of water. Pride swells in my chest as she accepts it, my basal instincts rising to meet her thickening pheromones.
I set the empty cup on the table and force myself to eat a few bites before carrying her to the bed. When I set her near the footboard, she pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them, hunching as another cramp wracks her body.
My purr comes unbidden, relaxing the prolonged tightening of her womb. A thick, syrupy scent strengthens her natural feminine perfume, broadcasting her readiness.
It pains me to turn away from her, but the rhythmic scrunching of her fingers against her own arms tells me I’ve withheld my gift for too long. I pull the bottom cabinet drawer open and glance over my shoulder, eager to see my omega’s reaction as I reveal my surprise.
Her entire body contracts when I lift the stack of folded, clean blankets. Most of them have holes and tears, but the pieces of fabric are large enough to create a nest for two. When I drop them beside her, she turns her needy, shocked eyes up to me.
I caress her jaw before turning and retrieving another stack from the cabinet.
She doesn’t move when I toss them down on her other side.
A flash of unexpected anger sears through me. With her yearning clear in her expression and her cramps worsening, she should accept my gift with glee. Instead, she looks like a trapped, drenched fairy.
I yank her head back by her hair and torture us both by licking the sensitive shell of her ear.
