Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(42)

When she next stirred, she lay on her side on the bed, her leg over Drocco’s hip while his hand still held her ass. His purr still vibrated from him but he seemed asleep. She stared at him for a moment. Even in his sleep, he looked rugged and wild. Sighing, she rolled away from him and headed to the washroom. As she used the toilet and washed, she realized that she and Drocco had fully mated, with a knot that had remained inside her until it shrunk. That meant he could get her pregnant. She pondered the possibility before dismissing it. Normally an Omega’s chances of pregnancy increased in her Haze and it was still possible through normal mating, especially when a high attraction existed between the couple. However, with Cailyn’s blocks messing up her Haze cycle, she suspected it would be difficult for her to get pregnant when not in her Haze.

She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to Drocco. Regardless of the fact that she was his prisoner, he was the kind of Alpha many Omegas would want as a bonded mate. In fact, many of the younger Omegas had been arguing the logic of staying hidden when Omegas were trained in the Talent. Some of them had petitioned the Mothers for a change in the rules to allow Talent-crafter Omegas to leave the Compound to find an Alpha or Beta mate to create a life with. Of course, many of them hadn’t even been through the required training to leave the Compound—they seemed to have high-flown ideas about what the Eastern Land cities and territories were like, and even though some admitted being scared to leave, they had plenty of ideas of what the future could hold for Omegas.

She headed back to the room, back to Drocco, but paused at the edge of the bed. She turned to glance at her own bed, in the corner on the floor. She hadn’t slept there in what felt like weeks, and yet that was where she had been most comfortable. Did she really want to return to the bed with the Emperor? The place where she had suffered, and with the man who had made her suffer?

She turned and headed toward her bed and slowed to a stop halfway there as the potency of his purr began to fade. She turned toward him, indecision clouding her. She wanted to be close to his purr but not on the bed. She stood watching him and suddenly noticed he was awake, watching her back.

“Would you like me to join you, Cailyn?” he asked. Once again his voice sent a shiver through her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He got up from the bed, unfolding to his full height. Cailyn’s eyes widened as she took him in. She had forgotten how big he was. She shrunk back as he strode toward her, wondering how the hell he was going to fit in her little makeshift bed. This was a bad idea.

He scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way to her bed, then carefully knelt to allow her to lift the pile of duvets and sheets.

It took some shifting and shuffling and readjustment before they were both encased, head to toe, by all the duvets, blankets and cushions, and a nervousness clawed at Cailyn as she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She had allowed him into her private space. The space where she felt safe. Why destroy that? But as soon as Drocco drew her into his arms, and her head lay on his rumbling chest, all other thoughts disappeared. His scent expanded into the small enclosed area and she sighed at the comfort of it.

Drocco lowered his head, his mouth against her forehead. “I’m pleased you allowed me into your nest.”

Cailyn’s drowsiness fled and she was suddenly awake. Her nest? Her mind raced, trying to remember what she had been told about nesting Omegas. The Mothers had spoken about it, but it was so early in her training, she couldn’t remember. It felt like it was important. Disturbed, she found she couldn’t relax, even with that thick, heavy rumble coming from the broad chest against her.

She fidgeted and turned, worried thoughts rolling through her mind. Finally, Drocco pulled her higher to kiss her thoroughly before taking a nipple into his mouth, erasing all worries from her mind.

***

Life became a simple series of meeting her base needs. When she was hungry, Drocco made sure she ate. When she was tired, Drocco’s purr rocked her to sleep. When she was restless, plagued by thoughts she couldn’t control, he shifted his weight on top of her, pinning her to the nest and making her feel secure and protected. When she had even a spark of arousal, Drocco’s mouth was on her body, building her to that incredible high, which meant he fucked her all the time.

Gone was the Drocco who demanded with a single look—he took her roughly and completely, owning her body and claiming it with every spearing thrust of his cock, every flick of his tongue, every deep, breathtaking kiss. She hated that she loved it. She hated that she rode his face so enthusiastically—that it was so pleasurable to lick and suck every part of him. And when in her right mind, she was embarrassed that she reveled in the vulgar pleasure that came from putting herself on display, widening her legs to spread her slick-drenched pussy so eagerly to entice him to slam into her—all without him needing to even utter a word.

Every touch brought her so much complex bliss she’d never experienced before, she couldn’t get enough. The fear of his knot had been replaced by a strange satisfaction whenever she locked her muscles onto that intimate part of him. Her pussy seemed to think his cock belonged to it, and an odd thrill began to build every time it happened.

Once, while on all fours and locked on to him behind her, Drocco grabbed her arms and lifted her back toward him, pinning her elbows together with one hand. He kissed and licked the back of her neck and reached round to squeeze and slap her breasts, wringing her nipples and clawing his nails over her stomach. That was all it took for her to come again, shuddering on his knot and clenching onto every inch of him buried inside her. He cursed in exclamation, pulling her into his arms and telling her how amazing she was. He made her orgasm multiple times on his knot. It meant that their mating seemed to last for ages, and she was always exhausted after.