Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(43)

It was a good thing really. She tried not to allow herself to think of anything beyond the room or beyond her senses. What was the point? She couldn’t escape if her Talent didn’t work. She was at his mercy and, at the moment, he was being attentive. She allowed herself to drown in the overwhelming sensations.

She became familiar with the subtle differences in his purr. When he slept it was lighter than normal, when he was distracted it was erratic, and when he was satisfied it was luxuriously heavy. The amazing thing was, she began to feel safe and comfortable. It was even pleasurable when he tucked her into his chest to sleep, running his hands all over her, petting her and gently squeezing parts of her body.

However, as time passed, she began to wonder about his motives. Drocco was an intelligent Alpha, capable of planning and executing sophisticated missions to conquer the Eastern Lands. She noticed he would always collect their food and drink from the locked door when she was indisposed; sleeping, drowsy from sex or using the washroom. He was smart enough to try and keep her attention away from those occurrences. So what was his plan with her? Every so often, the thought niggled her that maybe once he had his fill, he would pass her on to another Alpha. Or he would move on to another female. The idea lowered her mood and sparked both jealousy and anger before she caught it and scolded herself. They were not a couple, she had to remember that. Whatever came next, after he tired of her, she had to prepare for it.

She began to climb out of the nest more to spend time sitting at the wall-wide window, behind the curtain. The city beyond the forest had changed from the time she first looked out at it. Broken buildings had been knocked down or mended, the general cream coloring of the buildings had been decorated with patterns of red or black, marking it as Lox Empire. Cailyn stared out at it, wondering how long she had actually been in the room.

One day, Drocco lifted the curtain and sat next to her with a small plate, watching the city as he passed her fruit. They had remained in silence for most of the time since he had tried to strangle her, and she hadn’t forced any kind of conversation for fear of breaking the contentment she so desperately needed at the time. But now that there were questions on her tongue, she didn’t know how to phrase what she wanted to say.

“You have been very thoughtful lately,” Drocco said, his eyes on the city.

Cailyn glanced at him. “How long have I been here?” she asked tentatively, taking an orange segment.

“Does it matter?”

Cailyn shrugged. Maybe it didn’t. “I’m wondering what your plans are for me.”

Drocco held out an apple chunk. “It’s not important. I’m looking after you, that’s all you need to know.”

Cailyn took the fruit. “Looking after me by keeping me captive?”

Drocco turned to look at her. “Is there anything you are lacking?”

“My freedom.”

Drocco placed the plate down next to him and pulled her onto his lap, keeping her facing the city. “You think you want that, but you don’t.”

Cailyn tensed. “You can’t tell me what I want.”

Drocco’s hand slipped between her thighs. “I can.”

Cailyn huffed, squeezing her thighs together but failing to trap his hand as his fingers climbed higher.

“You are easier to read than you think,” he murmured into her ear, his fingers brushing gently against her pussy. “I can detect your moods, I can tell what you need and when you need it. I know what you like… what you dislike… your preferences.”

“I preferred it when you were silent,” she snapped. “As soon as you open your mouth, you spoil things.”

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, lowering to press his nose against her neck. “I know you don’t want it to be true, but that is the benefit of being in close proximity to your Alpha.”

“Just because you can tell when my body is aroused doesn’t mean you know what I want,” Cailyn replied, evenly. “And it doesn’t mean you’re my Alpha.”

His mouth moved up her neck. “Did you know you purr in your sleep?”

Cailyn jolted in surprise. She twisted in his grip to look at him. “W-what?”

Drocco relaxed his hold on her, staring back into her eyes, a slight smirk on his face. “You would not purr if you wanted to leave. You would not purr for an Alpha that isn’t yours. You would not nest with me if you weren’t preparing for a life with me, Cailyn. You are content here.”

Cailyn stared at him in shock. Omegas at the Compound never purred. It was something they only did with or for their chosen Alphas. “No,” she whispered.

A flash of irritation crossed Drocco’s face. He lifted his head to look at the city, but his jaw was hard. “No what, Cailyn?”

Cailyn swallowed. She turned back to look at the city too, her thoughts racing. She remembered now. Generally, nesting Omegas were preparing a place for their pregnancy, but it could also be a place they created to simply feel safe. Yes. That’s what she had done. He had tortured her after all. As for her purring… “I don’t know if that’s true, Drocco.”

“You don’t have to know.” His fingers played with her lazily and she tried not to be distracted by her body’s response. “You just have to listen to your body. When you do, you will feel the instinct to purr. Just like I felt when to do it for you.”