Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(21)

She slumped to the floor in relief. At the sound of stomping footsteps, she looked up to see Drocco slam a hand on the glistening barrier between them. His face distorted. "What have you done?" he bellowed. "You have the Talent? Undo this now!"

She stared at him, pressing her mouth together so she wouldn't speak. Without her blocks, she was susceptible to his demands, but she would work hard to not say anything.

He flew into a rage, punching the barrier over and over as he roared in fury.

Cailyn shifted back until she was as far away from him as possible. She should have included a sound barrier so that she wouldn't be able to hear him, but at least she couldn’t smell any more of him than was already in her small area. His every yell of anger bolted through her, putting her on edge, but there was only so much she could do in this state. The ideal scenario would be if she could still signal her contact or somehow get out of the Palace. She sat up straight, suddenly realizing something. She stood, ignoring the idiot Alpha still pounding the barrier. Trying to focus her mind, she began to create the portal against the wall. She had to go slower so that she could get the casting correct. Since she did not use speech or even actions, her mind needed to be sturdy for the spell to work and her Haze was so close that she wasn't sure if it would. A rectangle of light shone on the wall for a moment and then faded away.

Drocco’s yelling behind her changed, became more urgent, but she ignored him. His own blood made up the barrier; he wouldn't be able to get through and it was unlikely any other weaker Alpha would either. She had basically protected herself from everyone in the building. She doubted the Lox Talent-crafters would be able to get through. She knew for certain that every Omega in her Compound was more skilled than Talent-crafters in the Eastern Lands.

She tried the portal again, but this time it didn't even gleam. Her mind was becoming a complete muddle and she could barely think past the scent of Alpha that still filled her every inhale. She dropped onto the floor, moaning as the familiar thrum of need trembled through her whole body. This was it.

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It was warm. She lifted her dress up to her waist and pulled her arms out of the wide-neck top. She panted and squeezed her legs together as her pussy throbbed. The smell of Alpha was everywhere, and yet no Alpha lay with her. It wasn’t right.

She settled with her feet tucked under her, watching the Alpha across the room as he paced and watched her back, rumbling growls coming from him and a vicious snarl on his face. His black eyes were beautiful. They were like ink affected by magic—shiny, deep and bottomless—and they looked at her with a fierce desire that sent goosebumps over her whole body. Other Alphas were in the room, but she only watched him. Although the other men were also unbonded Alphas, her golden sight showed her the one with the most potential for breeding. And it was the one with the beautiful black eyes that had the richest, strongest glow. He was perfect to breed an unbonded Omega. The men continued to talk, but she purposefully ignored their words, only focusing on the Alpha with the black eyes. His voice drew forth her slick, preparing her for him. She hoped that if she waited patiently, he would come for her.

However, as the hours went by, the other men left and he did nothing but pace and watch her. She made a noise of disgust and leaned forward onto her hands and knees. Her body ached with unspent release and she stretched, curving her back and lengthening her legs. Her slick ran down her thighs, and she couldn't hold off for the Alpha anymore. She lay on her back and widened her legs, slipping her fingers between them. A thunderous roar erupted in her ears and froze her still.

"Don't you fucking dare!" He was there, his face pushed up against the barrier as he stared down at her, his black eyes intense with fury.

She moved her fingers away, whimpering. His primitive behavior increased her desire for him and more slick flowed from her. His eyes flicked down her body and back up to her face. He said something else but she couldn't focus on anything but his glow. She needed an Alpha like him. He was the only one that would be able to quench the need building in her and nearly wrenching her apart, but he was choosing to leave her to suffer. What had she done wrong?

After a while, he stopped speaking. He watched her, pressed up against the barrier, and she watched him. She wasn't sure how many more seconds, minutes, or hours went by but soon the need was too strong. She inched her fingers down between her legs and began to pleasure herself, ignoring the howling Alpha who would not do what he was supposed to.





CHAPTER SEVEN


DROCCO



Drocco paced his office as he watched the Omega, simmering with a violent blend of rage, desire, and desperation.

Of course, the historian had to be a fucking Talent-crafter as well as an Omega. She had been right under his nose and he had been too distracted by her beauty and willfulness to suspect a fucking thing. He didn't even put together that her scent had changed as soon as she entered the Great Hall. Clearly, the charms his Talent-crafters had installed had worked. If his mind hadn’t been so blurry, he would have noticed, and restrained her as soon as he had the chance. Instead, she was secured behind a barrier made of his own blood, torturing him.

He watched her come to yet another orgasm, her hips jerking into her hand as she lay on her side, her sighs and moans and undecipherable utterings sparking savage instincts and urges he had never experienced before. His rock-hard cock strained against his trousers, painful and needing release. The sight, smell, and sound of her made every part of him come alive, particularly that part of him.