Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(44)
Cailyn was speechless. There it was. She was being primed into letting her body’s natural instincts take over her natural thoughts, something he knew she didn’t want, and she had been allowing it to happen, distracted by the comfort of his purr and the pleasure he wrecked on her. A small part of her wondered if it really was a terrible thing. She had been content over these past… however long it was, hadn’t she?
No. It hadn’t been real. She had been distressed to the point of suicide and had suffered through his attempt to murder her. His purr would, of course, force her to cling to him and he had manipulated her with that knowledge. Furthermore, he was an Emperor. How could he be spending day after day with her without needing to leave and tend to his Empire? He had a plan to bring her to heel. He was manipulating her—even now, with his hand between her legs as he discussed this.
“Cailyn,” he murmured, kissing her ear as his fingers zeroed in on her clit. “I know you don’t like being called kitten, but you should know, your purr is very… cute.”
Cailyn gritted her teeth against the tingling sensations building in her. “It’s not real.”
Drocco’s fingers froze. “What?”
“It’s not real. You are the first and only man I’ve been with—the only Alpha. My Omega impulses are all over the place. They can’t be trusted.”
Drocco was silent for a long while. “You don’t want to trust them,” he growled accusingly. “You have never wanted to trust them.”
“I’m just trying to point out that you cannot keep assuming you are my Alpha. You are most likely mistaken.”
Drocco’s whole body tensed. “You still deny it?”
“Yes.”
Drocco pushed Cailyn off of his lap and stood abruptly. She watched him stalk to the other side of the bedroom and pull clothes out of the closet to dress.
“Where are you going?” she asked, alarmed. If he was getting dressed, that meant he was leaving.
“I’m tired of all this denial,” he hollered, yanking on his shirt. “I’m going to find a Beta female to fuck. One who will submit willingly and beg me to bond with her.”
Cailyn narrowed her eyes and slowly got up, a sudden heat flaring all over her body. “If you leave, you will not come back in my nest.”
“I will fuck you whenever I want,” Drocco shot back. “And you will want me because that’s how your body always responds, even though it supposedly can’t be trusted.” He pulled on his boots. “If you don’t want to claim me, you will not mind sharing.”
Cailyn trembled with a rage so intense, her mind had only one focus. She stepped toward him, slowly crossing the room, her fists clenched. “If you fuck another female, I will kill you.”
Drocco stilled, his gaze intensifying as he took her in. His nostrils flared and something changed in his eyes. He turned and strode to the door.
Cailyn ran toward him, determined to rip his fucking face off, but the door slammed behind him before she got there. A hot, white fury seared through her and she shrieked a string of curses as she pounded the door with all her might. Then she turned on the room and destroyed everything she could reach, screaming and yelling obscenities in her anguish.
By the time she calmed, the room was an absolute wreck. Water and food were splattered everywhere, the bed was a mess, the table and chairs were overturned and even part of the curtain limped from its rail.
Cailyn sat in the middle of the room, tormented by the idea of Drocco with another woman. She sobbed and rocked, trying to reason with herself that it didn’t matter, but it did. He would come back to her smothered with another woman’s scent, and she would still open her legs for him. He knew it. And she couldn’t deny that her extreme reaction aligned with his theories. She had become emotionally attached to him somehow. She wanted him for herself, everything about him. Not just his tongue, his cock, his husky purr, or those liquid jet-black eyes, she also wanted his laugh, his dominance, his thundering demands… she wanted him. The monster she had always despised—that she still despised. When had it come to this?
She crawled to the strewn blankets of her nest and found the one most saturated with his scent before curling up on it, her tears still spilling down her cheeks.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DROCCO
Drocco stood on the other side of his bedroom door listening to his Omega’s jealous rage. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard, and he desperately wanted to storm back in and fuck her senseless.
He knew for certain now that he did not want a submissive Omega. When Cailyn had threatened him, her voice low and possessive, her eyes flashing, her body ready to pounce, he almost came in his pants. She was tiny and yet had outright threatened him if he lay with another. A submissive woman wouldn’t have dared; they might have cried, or become emotionally distressed, but none would have threatened him like a warrior, as Cailyn had, nor charged at him like they could actually do damage. It turned him on more than anything she had done so far—and that was a feat in itself since her every action, and every sound, made him hard.
As she quietened, he forced himself to move away from the door and head to Torin’s office. His plan was working, and now he had to be careful not to spoil it with his own eagerness.
He navigated down the corridor, feeling slightly strange to suddenly be out of the four walls he had been in for so long. His time spent in the room with Cailyn had been more satisfying than anything he had ever experienced. He hadn’t missed anything outside of the bedroom; she gave him everything he needed. He could understand everything his grandfather had said, and even what the head keeper had told him. Cailyn drew out every part of him that made him an Alpha—parts of him he had never accessed before. There were things he instinctively knew and did for her that he had never done before, like purr. He hadn’t cared, tried, or known how to even attempt to do it before, but Cailyn’s distress and subsequent desire for it had made it a natural occurrence.