31. Alina

I trust you.

Sera is the only other person in this world I've ever said those three words to. She's the only one I've ever felt I could truly trust.

But when I spoke my heart to Orcus just now, I meant it. I trust him. I trust Flame. And I trust Reaper.

These fae are mine just as much as I'm theirs.

Orcus smiles down at me, his hard body illuminated by streams of moonlight coming in through the branches. He's positively stunning, his muscular physique chiseled in all the right places.

And his wings.

Dear fae, his wings.

He resembles an angel of the night, his black plumes reflecting the moonlight and giving him an intimidating glow.

But I'm not afraid of him.

Or his giant cock with the large bulb at the base.

Fae, that's never going to fit. His girth rivals Flame's, but Orcus is longer. His head is also… thicker.

I doubt I can even wrap my hand around him. However, before I can try, he crawls over me and cages me beneath his strong body.

Then he kisses me.

Reallykisses me.

His tongue masters mine, telling me to submit without words. So I do. I simply accept him. Accept this. And allow him to lead me into a sensual dance.

He's gentle in a way I didn't expect, his palms stroking up and down my sides before moving to my breasts.

"Gods, all I want to do is worship you," he breathes, his fingers pinching my nipples as he begins kissing a path down my neck. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you, Alina. I refuse to rush this. I'm going to take you slowly. Thoroughly. Make you beg me to come. And only then will I give you my knot."

A tremble works through me, my body coming alive beneath his hands and his mouth. He's so hot and dominant. I can feel him holding back, his aggression on a tight leash. He's all Alpha male, and I'm the one who was built to handle him.

But true to his word, he eases me into it.

Kissing. Licking. Nibbling.

Fae, I'm on fire for him.

Every inch of me is consumed by his need, my limbs shaking as he focuses his attention on my breasts. He sinks his teeth into one while he palms the other, his tongue chasing away the sting of his bite. It didn't break the skin, but it was close.

"Harder," I whisper, wanting to feel his claim. He explained to me the other day that he'll need to bite me to properly connect us, yet he's teasing me now, dragging his teeth along my skin and eliciting goose bumps in his wake.

"Just deciding where I want to mark you, Omega," he murmurs before capturing my other peak with his mouth.

My legs squeeze around his, sweat beading along my limbs. He's driving me crazy on purpose. First with this hunt, then fighting me on the ground, and now this… being gentle, yet in charge. It's a quiet dominance, one he's allowing to simmer as he gradually introduces me to his preferences.

"Orcus," I hiss when he nips me again, his tongue quickly soothing the sting.

He chuckles, the sound a vibration I feel between my thighs. Then I realize it wasn't a chuckle but a responding growl.

"Ohh," I moan, writhing beneath him as the rumble echoes through my fevered form. My sex practically weeps for him, my insides clenching with need. "What is that?" I ask, breathing heavily as the reverberations drive me mad with want.

"A mating growl." That thrumming sound underlines his words.

I nearly whine, the vibrations almost too much. Yet they're not enough either. I need more. I need him. I need?—

A gasp escapes me as he sinks his teeth into my breast once more, this time breaking the skin. Stars burst behind my eyes, blackening my vision as pleasure unlike anything I've ever experienced rolls through my being.

It's not an orgasm.

It's something else entirely.

An awakening.

My soul… rejoicing.

Orcus's tongue is suddenly in my mouth, the taste of my own blood acting as an aphrodisiac as he kisses me to completion, helping me through the rapturous waves assaulting my being.

I grab a fistful of his long hair, holding him to me as I return the embrace, my tongue dueling his in a passionate battle fueled by my need to claim him in kind.

I don't think; I act, biting down and drawing blood from his tongue.

He growls.

I growl back.

And our bodies intertwine in a new dance, this one more feral in nature as he spins us. His wings flatten against the ground, creating a feather bed as I straddle his hips. He's so hard against me. So hot. I dig my nails into his chest and sit up to press myself even more against him. It feels right. Perfect. Like our bodies were made for this.

Like I was made for him,I marvel, realizing how right Orcus was when he said that.

I grind down on top of him while energy swirls around me, my skin suddenly shimmering despite the darkness.

"Fuck me," Orcus breathes. And I'm not sure if that's a demand or a reaction to what's happening to me. Maybe both.

His hands are on my hips, his grip borderline bruising. But I don't care. Because I can take it. I feel… invincible. Unbreakable in a way I can't even describe. I just know… I'm no longer human.

I'm an Omega.

And I'm your Alpha,a voice answers in my head. Masculine. Deep. Accented.

Because it's Orcus.

He's in my thoughts and I'm in his. Thousands of years of history are suddenly at my fingertips, making me dizzy.

His longing. His search. His loneliness. His determination. His hope. His love. It all washes over me in a tidal wave of confusing emotions, drowning me in Orcus's mind, in his very being.

I shudder, collapsing on top of him, only to be caught up by his mouth again, his hands suddenly on my face.

He's spun us once more, putting me on my back as I absorb our bond, our connection, our future.

Lips brush my skin. My breasts. My lower belly. Then I feel his tongue between my thighs, circling my clit and sending shock waves through my soul.

He's pleasuring me. Mastering me. Possessing me. Yet underneath it all, I hear his restraint, hear him acknowledging my wants and needs while putting my comfort first.

He's a good Alpha. A good man.

My mate,I marvel, my hand in his hair again as he slides a finger inside me. My… mate.

Yours,he agrees, sucking on my flesh. And you're mine.

He punctuates that with another thrust, causing me to squirm. His hands are big, making his intrusion one I definitely feel deep inside despite it only being one finger.

No. Two. He added another. Preparing me. Ensuring I'm stretched. I can hear it all in his mind while I feel it down below.

It's intoxicating, this whirlwind of mingled thoughts, feelings, and sensations. Because Orcus's yearnings swirl inside me as well, his intention to knot me making me squirm beneath him.

I want him inside me.

Truly. Completely. Fully.

I don't know how it will feel. I don't know if I'll love it or hate it. But I don't care. I want him there, filling me, pumping in and out of my body, and gifting me with his pleasure.

His seed.

Oh, fae…This could be it. We might create a life together.

Except I hear deep down in his mind that I'm not quite in the throes of my heat yet. Which makes this a warm-up. A way to slowly introduce me to what's to come.

Fae, if this is just an introduction…I shudder, my legs spread wide to accommodate Orcus's every intention.

He's destroying me in the best way. I can feel my orgasm mounting, the tightening of muscles driving me that much closer to the edge.

So close,I think. So clo?—

Orcus stops, his mouth going to my hip bone to lay a gentle kiss.

I snarl at him.

He growls back, worsening the ache below and stirring a fresh wave of damp heat.

Slick,I hear him say, the word a moan inside his mind. Fucking decadent.

I'm a wet, sobbing mess of need. "Orcus," I say, unable to stop the plea in my voice. "Please. I… I need…"

"Mmm, you need a knot," he finishes for me. "I know."

Yet he doesn't give it to me.

He just keeps playing.

Three fingers now. In and out. Twisting. Stretching. Penetrating.

His tongue taunts my clit. Swirling. Sucking. Licking.

I'm panting, tears streaming from my eyes, because every time I almost fall over the edge, he stops again. His name leaves me on a frustrated scream, my body pent up in a way I've never experienced before.

He promised to make me beg.

I'm begging now.

Both with my voice and inside my mind.

Still, he tortures me with his hands and his mouth, drawing it out, reducing me to a mindless mess of need.

"Almost ready," I hear him murmur, my mind barely functioning enough to hear him. "Gods, you're so beautiful like this, Alina. All sensation and desire. Like a fucking sex Goddess."

I think I grunt. Maybe I moan. I don't really know. But his name leaves me again, a final plea. He's driving me insane. I'm going to black out at any moment from this blinding need. It almost hurts, the pain of being brought to the brink over and over again, only to be coaxed back down…

I…

I don't know how to breathe anymore. How to move. How to properly process anything.

The world feels so far away that I barely notice him crawling up my body, his body as damp as mine as he settles over me.

My arousal—the taste of it—touches my tongue as he kisses me deeply, his growl vibrating every inch of my body, claiming me to my very soul.

He reaches between us, his thumb brushing my abused clit and drawing a hoarse scream from my mouth.

Then I feel the head of his massive cock at my entrance.

I don't even care that it's going to rip me apart. I welcome it. I welcome him.

"Please," I whisper. "Please, Alpha."

That's my Omega side taking over, begging him to truly claim me. I embrace it. I embrace my soul.

Everything feels… right.

Aside from my emptiness below.

I need. I want. I demand.

"Orcus." It's a snarl of sound, one that I punctuate by drawing my nails down his muscular arms.

His wings are around us, his eyes glowing red in the dark. "Alina," he returns in a similar voice.

Then he punches his hips forward, drawing a very different kind of scream from my mouth. One that's part torment, part surprise, part elation.

Oh… fae!

I… I can't breathe.

He's… the size of him… the… the…

I swallow, his mouth suddenly there as he kisses me through the intrusion, coaxing me with his tongue and soothing me with his growls.

No. Not growls. His purr…

A quiver rolls down my spine, my body instantly relaxing into his, my innate sense of trust overtaking every other urge I could have conjured.

No more screams. No more tears. Just… a sublime existence.

Except my clit is still throbbing, my insides clenching, my lower belly burning. I say his name again, only this time it's a request. "Knot me," I whisper. "Please, knot me."

He smiles against my mouth. "I would love nothing more, my sweet Goddess."

Orcus doesn't give me a chance to reply, his wings feathering out around us once more as he begins to move.

Reallymove.

I swear my eyes roll into the back of my head, the feel of his knot at my entrance a tease of what's to come. Because he's too wide at the base to fully enter me, but I know from his mind what will happen when he climaxes.

When we climax.

That bulbous organ will shoot inside and force me to take every last inch of his long cock.

It'll hurt in the best way.

I dig my nails into his biceps in anticipation, my lower half clenching around him in silent demand. All while he kisses me.

Loves me.

Cherishes me with his tongue.

I lift my hips to meet his thrust, my body moving on instinct. His mind helps guide me, too. When I twist a certain way, he mentally groans. When I squeeze him with my walls, he growls. Being inside him like this… it's the best way to learn. To know. To understand.

And he uses that same method on me, his hand disappearing between us again so he can stroke my clit.

I'm so swollen that his touch borders on pain, but I embrace it, knowing that this time… this time he's going to let me fall apart.

In fact, he's going to mandate it.

Every punch of his hips drives me closer to the edge, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure.

Please, please, please,I think, hoping he won't play with me anymore and allow me the gratification I crave.

His pace quickens, his movements harsh yet thorough, striking me deep inside.

It's almost punishing, his feral side peeking out at me more and more with each thrust.

I can feel his control slipping, hear his mind falling apart.

Yet somewhere deep within, he harnesses it, his need to please me first slamming through his animalistic instincts and forcing him to focus on what matters.

Her,I hear him saying to himself. This is for her.

Fae, I don't know about that, I think back at him. It feels like it's for us.

If my words register, he doesn't show it. His attention is on making me feel good.

His movements slow, his shaft sliding almost all the way out before slamming back into me.

Over and over again.

I squirm, pant, and feel the tears welling once more.

Then he pinches my clit…

And my world…

Explodes.

I can't… I can't see. Or hear. Or focus. There's just this overwhelming quake consuming my existence. Rumbling. Throbbing. Quivering through my limbs.

Then a sound pierces through my bubble, my mind belatedly catching up to the present as my screams echo through the fog.

So much. Too much. Fae… fae… Orcus!

Pain shoots through my lower abdomen, followed by an intense rupture of ecstasy, one that thrives through my veins, setting every part of me on fire.

I'm crying.

I'm screaming.

I'm… I'm drowning.

A whirlpool of sensation takes me under, flooding my insides with the most intense orgasm of my life.

And it doesn't stop.

It. Just. Keeps. Going.

Orcus's purr helps soothe some of the insanity, but I'm… I'm lost… to this… sea of bliss. I may never surface again.

The overwhelming tide pulls me back out to dark waters of lust, drowning me once more.

Then Orcus's rumbles anchor me again, reminding me of where I am.

He's on top of me, still inside me, still coming, his knot lodged deep within. He's emitting that soft, calming sound, his fingers combing through my hair as he kisses my cheek. My chin. My neck. Warm words leave his mouth, all of them sounding like a prayer.

He's praying… to me.

Thanking me.

Worshipping me.

Lovingme.

I feel his emotions, his bliss, his pleasure.

Fae, it's so much. It's too much.

I'm locked around him, my legs refusing to release his hips.

And still, I'm riding the rapturous waves of my climax.

It goes on and on and on until I'm an incoherent mess of moans. Words are impossible. Thoughts no longer exist.

I'm simply… a ball of nerves.

Writhing.

Pulsing.

Being.

"Rest," I hear Orcus whisper. "We'll be here when you wake. And then the fever will begin."

Fever?I think dizzily.

But I'm suddenly too exhausted to ask.

So I lean into him.

And give in to the urge to sleep.