Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(23)

"Kitten," Drocco began. "Undo the barrier."

She didn't look up.

"Kitten. Come to me."

Those eyes glanced up at him, caught his face and then her head rose slowly, her expression one of wonder. It mellowed him somewhat. It was though she found him fascinating and he was satisfied with that.

"Come to me."

She tilted her head, her eyes running over his face and then all the way down his body. She made a noise in the back of her throat and his cock jumped and leaked. He knew she wasn’t hearing him because she had zero interest in anything he said, and he was unable to force her to listen. He had already tried ordering her, yelling at her, teasing her, enticing her—nothing worked. She was following pure instincts, instincts to entice an Alpha to fuck her. According to the reports, that was all an Omega in her Haze was able to think about. But he still spoke to her anyway.

"Kitten." Her eyes jumped back up to his face and her brow furrowed.

He could see now that she was an Omega. When he thought about everything he had read, she had all the features. She was small, she was beautiful, she had incredibly gorgeous hair, and her shapely, soft body was perfectly suited to breeding. The only thing that did not suit the Omega stereotype was her continuous disrespectful attitude—that was something that he had never heard of before in an Omega. But in her Haze none of that willfulness seemed to be present.

Drocco exhaled heavily and began to take off his clothes, unable to bear the strain any longer. Her scent still lingered in the room, and although he could not smell the shiny slick pooled on the floor behind the barrier, it was still enticing nonetheless. The Omega snapped to attention as soon as he began to reveal his body. When he pulled his pants down, she actually breathed a sigh as his cock sprung forth, the tip wet and dripping.

He stroked himself slowly. "Come to me, kitten." He breathed her scent in deep. "Come to me and get what you need."

The Omega leaned forward and began to crawl to him, her hips swaying behind her as she moved forward, her eyes on his cock. He moaned at the sight and more fluid dripped from his tip. She was so alluring, it was actual torture. Why the fuck had he waited?

When she reached the barrier, she pressed her palms on it rising up to her knees. She looked up at him, her golden gaze filled with desire and hope, her mouth slightly ajar.

“Come to me,” he said, hoarsely, stroking himself faster. “Undo the barrier.”

She frowned at him and looked back down at his cock as she pressed her forehead against the barrier.

“Undo it!”

Drocco’s demand fell on deaf ears. Staring at his cock, the Omega opened her pretty, pink mouth and licked the barrier.

Fuck, he couldn’t take it. Emitting a growl of frustration, Drocco found himself standing before her, bracing himself with a hand on the barrier as he stroked faster. Ripples of pleasure threaded through him and he kept his eyes on her as she continued licking in vain, trying to reach him. His crescendo rose quickly, jagged and intense. He exploded, his release shooting toward her mouth but hitting the barrier. His body jerked repeatedly, over and over, until he finally stilled, his fluids streaming down the barrier to the floor.

Drocco breathed heavily, his ears ringing. That had been more powerful than normal, and an enormous amount of semen ran down the barrier.

Cailyn stared at his release as it drained down, then looked up at him. The disappointment in her eyes tore through him.

“Take down the barrier, kitten,” Drocco demanded, feeling himself already hardening again. “Take it down and you can have it.”

She sat back on her heels for a moment, looking sorrowfully at his hardening cock, before turning and crawling back to the wall.

***

The next day, the Talent-crafters examined the barrier. Drocco watched them carefully, his dagger in hand. Not one of them looked at the Omega writhing on the floor beyond it, but Drocco remained on edge. As soon as they had finished examining, they left the room immediately and discussed with Torin outside. Cailyn brought herself to yet another orgasm and Drocco could do nothing but stare in frustration. In fact, he ached to pull his pants down and stroke himself to another powerful release, but that wouldn't help him right now. He needed to know what the Talent-crafters thought about the barrier, and a jittery nervousness entered him for the first time ever. He didn't like the feeling.

"Tell me," he demanded, the moment Torin re-entered the room. They had agreed to not tell the crafters that Cailyn was a Talent-crafter herself.

"They said that the barrier is strong and has indeed been infused with your blood as you suspected," Torin said, situating himself with his back to the Omega. "It has been created by an extremely skilled Talent-crafter, but they don’t think that the crafter is from the Western Lands, something about the way the magic has been woven is unique; not something typical of the Western Lands or the Eastern Lands."

"What about the barrier?" Drocco snapped. He didn't give a shit about any of that other stuff right now. "How long is it going to last?"

Torin pressed his lips together disapprovingly, but said, "It is solid, Drocco. It will not allow any flesh to pass through it in either direction but it may allow for objects or food. They think it will last at least another eight days."

Drocco thought back to all of the reports he'd read about Omegas. How long did the Haze typically last for? As he tried to remember, he was distracted by Cailyn. She was back on her knees up against the barrier, looking at him with a pleading gaze. A hint of a smile appeared on her face. Drocco took a breath and held it, waiting to see if she would truly give him a smile.