Chapter Fourteen

Kiandra

I was in a state of disarray, overwhelmed by the multitude of unanswered questions swirling in my mind. I despised not knowing, and my usual refuge was immersing myself in books to gain a comprehensive understanding of a world I had never seen. However, I had no books, and the Alpha had astutely discerned my attempts to extract answers from him, his silence leaving me to feel only agitated. He had gone so far as to order one of his fighters to escort me to his cabin, where I spent the entire day pacing anxiously. Although food had been brought to me, I had not touched a morsel. The longer I dwelled on the unanswered questions, the more concerned I grew, wondering if my mark would truly ensure my safety.

Perhaps Cartan felt nothing from a one-sided marking. Maybe he was nothing more than a primal creature who would willingly offer me as a feast to the other clan leaders. This thought did nothing to silence my fears, and I continued to move around.

When Cartan finally returned to his cabin late in the evening, I could barely endure the uncertainty any longer. I needed answers, and he had informed me that only by pleasing him would I receive his protection. As he entered, I began removing my dress, taking solace in the fact that he did not find me repulsive.

His desire to mate frequently was apparent, and as I loosened the thick fabric and let it fall, I positioned myself on the floor on my knees with my legs slightly apart so that he could scent me. I kept my eyes lowered and heard his pleased growl, which elicited a physical response in my body, causing me to grow wet and yearn for him. I heard fabric tearing, and then his fingers firmly gripped my chin, pulling me to his hard cock.

This time, he did not deny me the taste of him as he thrust deep into my throat. I emitted muffled sounds but he quickly withdrew, gripping my hair as he guided me up and down his length. I was surprised by how aroused it made me, and I eagerly sucked and used my tongue to pleasure his cock, learning what elicited that contented rumble from him.

However, just as he began to quicken his pace, he suddenly slowed down while keeping me in place. I continued to suck on the tip, and he groaned before removing me from his cock. I gazed up at him, bewildered, but he wore a pleased smile on his lips.

"You haven't eaten," he observed.

At this moment, I cared little about food. My safety and securing his protection were far more crucial. I attempted to move closer to his cock, but he held me at bay once more. Reaching over me, he picked up some pieces of meat from the plate above me and offered them to my lips. However, I pressed them together, lacking any appetite.

"Eat," he commanded.

I obediently parted my lips, understanding that resisting him would only provoke his anger. He inserted the food into my mouth, and as I felt his fingers inside, I began sucking on them, eliciting another contented growl from him. He withdrew them, and then his grip relaxed, allowing me to return to pleasuring his cock, driven by an insatiable need.

I ran my tongue along its length, demonstrating my gratitude. He shivered under the sensual caress before pulling me back once more and offering me more food. I soon realized his strategy, and if indulging him meant I could also satisfy my hunger for him, I willingly consumed the food.

However, it wasn't long before his urgency for release took precedence, and he forcefully thrust his cock deep into my mouth. I whimpered in delight and eagerly sucked, allowing him to dictate the pace. I sensed the rhythm falter slightly before he began pumping his release into my throat. I hurriedly swallowed it all, but a small amount dribbled from my lips.

Once he had finished, he pulled me away and tilted my head back. He reached out and ran his finger over my skin, feeding me the remaining liquid on them. After I had licked him clean, he helped me back onto my feet and turned me around. He bent me over the table and spread my legs wider. I pushed back, ready for him, but instead of his cock, I felt the gentle swipe of his tongue. I screamed in pleasure, and he repeated the action before positioning himself over me and thrusting his cock into me, stretching me wide once more. My eyes rolled back as I moaned like a wanton woman.

Cartan showed no restraint. He withdrew until only the tip remained inside me before driving deeply again, maintaining the almost punishing rhythm. I was uncertain why I was being subjected to such an intense experience, but the pleasure surged through me at an agonizingly slow pace. When I finally reached the peak, I was trembling and crying out in ecstasy.

Alpha Cartan held me down on the table, ensuring I remained under his control, as I felt the waves of my release washing over me. Yet my inner walls clamped down on him so tightly that he had no choice but to expand and hold me firmly, locking us together as his hot seed poured into me.

His purring commenced immediately after, and I sighed contentedly before feeling something press against my lips once more. I realized it was more food, but I accepted it, allowing him to feed me what remained. When I had consumed the last morsel, I turned my head slightly, granting me a view of the dominant Alpha behind me.

"Have I pleased you?" I inquired, noticing a wicked smile spreading across my lips.

"For now," he replied.

I groaned, resting my forehead against the cool wooden table. I tapped it lightly, and as I did, I felt something soft against my skin. I pulled back slightly to see Cartan's large hand where I had been tapping my head. I turned a bit, and he shook his head.

"Don't harm yourself," he ordered.

His words caught me off guard. After all, I was just an Omega for him to use as he pleased. Despite having marked him, he didn't necessarily need to care for me beyond the minimum required to ensure my continued existence. Yet, despite the faint hint of warmth I felt, my burning questions continued to plague me, driving me to the brink of madness.

"Then answer me," I demanded, eliciting a warning growl from him. "I can't take it. Don't torture me."

"You simply can't stand not knowing, can you?" he chuckled.

"I can't! It's the worst. I need to know!" I exclaimed.

"Knowledge isn't always power as you claim."

"It certainly is! I could not have been prepared for what you were going to subject me to unless I had knowledge about Alphas and Omegas."

Cartan tilted his head slightly to the side, studying me intently. "How much knowledge do you have?"

"A significant amount. I've studied it all, despite never being meant for an Alpha."

"Why study it, then?"

"My sisters were certainly going to be tied to Alphas at some point," I explained.

"And what about you? Why were you hidden from the world?"

I sighed, lowering myself further onto my forearms, still feeling his knot keeping us securely connected. It seemed like his body was determined not to release me this time, a thought that strangely brought me comfort, though I quickly pushed it aside.

"Opportunity," I replied.

"What kind of opportunity?"

"For freedom. Everyone knew about my sisters, their dynamics, and what would eventually become of them. Our father passed away too early to find suitable Alphas for them, but their fates were clear. However, when I was born, people initially thought I was dead. I was nothing but a small, lifeless thing, not making a sound while my mother took her last breath. However, the moment my father held me in his hands, ready to lay me beside my mother, I woke up. I gained color, and I found my voice. But he was alone when I took my first breath, and he realized the true protection he could provide me was through anonymity."

I glanced at the Alpha behind me, noting the intrigued expression on his face.

"But as you grew older and they could determine whether you were truly an Omega, your scent must have given you away."

"My father chose only the most loyal people to serve at the castle, and I was clever from birth. I found ways to disguise myself using Beta clothing, and later, with herbs."

"Which you shared with your sisters. Your father didn't see it as an offense?"

"He certainly didn't like it, but he understood the safety it could bring. My entire life was spent in that library, you see, and that's how I remained hidden."

Cartan ran a warm hand down my back, making me sigh as his purring grew louder. His knot continued to hold us tightly, and he needed me to relax so I wouldn't grip him so tightly. He slid his hand around me, stroking my clit.

"Oh, yes," I panted, unable to contain my pleasure.

He growled deeply when he finally slipped from me, then he pulled out and lifted me, carrying me to a bed further away. He gently laid me down on the furs, spreading my legs wide before entering me again, going as deep as possible and delivering intense pleasure as he took me vigorously, almost howling like a wolf as he reached his peak.