Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(20)

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Are you an Omega?”

She bent over, pressing her hands between her legs, and groaned. That groan shuddered through him, and his already hard cock jumped painfully. He stepped toward her.

Her head snapped up. “Don’t move!” she snarled at him, holding out a hand. “Don’t come near me.”

Drocco stopped, tilting his head to observe her. Although his mind was clouded, he forced himself to think.

If she were trying to trap him she wouldn’t want him to stay away from her. Plus, he had never known of any Haze imitation drug that caused such a powerful scent; in fact, nothing that existed caused the golden eyes… which meant she was truly an Omega. Amazement leapt through him, quickly followed by a blast of glee. He smiled.

The door opened behind him.

“Is everything okay, your Imperi—”

“Guard the door,” he bellowed at the guard, his eyes still on Cailyn. “No one is to enter. No one.”

The guard sniffed once. “Yes, your Imperial Majesty.”

The door closed again and Drocco stood in a wide stance, his arms crossed, watching every move Cailyn made. If this woman was truly an Omega, she was going into her Haze. It was unstoppable and would render her incapable of anything but the need to mate. He had already been waiting for her for so long, it was almost poetic that he would finally get to experience her in this most beautiful state. And not only that, she would come to him—no submission training necessary. For all her defiance and strength of personality, she would have no control over wanting him. His questions could wait. He intended to enjoy every moment of what was to come.





CHAPTER SIX


CAILYN



Cailyn fought against the oncoming Haze with all her might, but she knew it was in vain. In all her years at the Compound, she had never felt the onset of the Haze as strongly as she did now. It didn't help that the deep, musky scent of Alpha surrounded her.

Since she had entered the Great Hall, something within her hadn't felt right but she ignored it, eager to get her meeting with the Emperor over with. As she stood in front of him, his heady scent had hit her. No longer bland, it had shuddered through her and almost knocked out every other sense. Her body reacted immediately. It shouldn't have happened. When she searched her blocks they had simply disappeared, every single one of them.

She glanced around the room again for any possible way of escaping, but the only available exit was the one Drocco had just told his guards to block. Her panic and fear rocketed. If she went into the Haze right now she would most certainly be a slave for the rest of her life. She thought hard, even as the trembling took over her whole body. Slick gathered between her legs and her golden sight had almost fully bloomed.

She moved against the wall, sure that Drocco was going to simply take her in hand and fuck her as viciously as she imagined, but he didn't even move. He simply watched her.

She gritted her teeth and tensed as her trembling increased. The fucking bastard was waiting—waiting for her to go fully into her Haze when she wouldn’t resist him. She needed a way out.

"You will tell me everything I need to know," Drocco said, the triumph in his voice as clear as his desire. "You can try and fight it as long as you need to, but it will happen."

Cailyn pressed her hands against the wall as she glared at him, forcing down the retort on her tongue. In her current state, she could say anything, and every single Omega in existence needed her to keep her mouth shut. As she glared at him, a plan formed. She looked around the room again, noting its shape and furniture. She only had one shot, and time was running out.

She pushed off the wall and walked towards him. He suddenly stilled, his arms uncrossing as she tentatively approached. His black eyes were wilder than she had ever seen them and his nostrils flared with every step she took.

"Yes," Drocco murmured. "Come to me, kitten. Accept your situation."

Cailyn breathed shallowly as she reached him, trying not to take in too much of his scent. Lifting her hands, she dug her nails into his neck and clawed down. She scratched him down to his shoulders, digging in hard until small trails of blood burst forth in their wake. "Do not call me kitten!"

Drocco didn't even flinch. In fact, he smiled. “Your claws are ineffective, kitten, just as I’ve always told you. You're even more a kitten now than you were before.”

He grabbed her wrists and lowered his head to sniff her and breathe along her arm.

She watched, becoming transfixed with the look of pleasure on his face at this simple action.

"You are almost in your Haze," he murmured. He glanced at her, a smirk on his lips. "In a moment you will agree with everything I say, you will do everything I say, and you will think I'm the best thing that exists."

Cailyn snatched her arms out of his hands and backed away. He watched her, his smirk deepening as she took a breath and focused her mind.

One thing about using the Talent was that it forced crafters to train their mental ability to ignore sensory distractions. Once in her Haze, she would barely be able to even think clearly, let alone use the Talent, so anything she was going to do had to be done now. Calling forth the magic in the room, including the energy within Drocco's exposed blood, she backed into a corner of the office and weaved together a sophisticated magical shield that stretched from one wall to the other, locking her into the corner. It solidified, and she let out a breath as she released her mental hold. She stepped forward and placed a hand on it. It was strong and sturdy and would most likely last for as long as her Haze did.