Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(45)

Their sexual connection had been restored and had flourished. When she gave in to her desires, she teased and enticed him deliciously, yet submitted to him more wonderfully than he could have hoped. She touched him more, melted into his kiss, and urged him on when he was rough. She loved having him in her mouth, and her eagerness made her inexperience inconsequential. She came hardest when he pinned her down securely, against the bed, the floor, the table, the wall—any surface—and took her like a fucking animal. He had never been able to be so wild, so free, with any other. It both settled and strengthened him in a way he couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

She was made for him, which he already knew. She hadn’t smiled for him properly yet, but that would come. Soon she would have to admit her emotional attachment to him and declare him hers. Her sleepy, sexy, trill of a purr proved it. However, even if she still continued to deny it, it didn’t matter. He could tell her Haze was close. He had scented the sweet hint of it in her anger before he left. Hopefully, if he left her seething, she would be primed to go into her Haze not long after he returned. In her Haze, she would tell him everything he wanted to know and he would be able to breed her. The Haze was the perfect solution to everything and was what he had been waiting for.

When he arrived at Torin’s office, a servant redirected him to the main meeting room.

“Drocco,” Torin said surprised, as Drocco entered. “This is a pleasant surprise.” Torin stood by the back wall with a couple of Talent-crafters. He had grown a light dusting of stubble on his face, making him look older and somewhat fiercer.

“How long has it been?” Drocco asked, sitting at the large table in the middle of the room.

“Nearly three months,” Torin said. He sniffed and then smirked. “It seems like things are going well.”

Drocco grinned. “Indeed. Anything I should know?”

Torin sobered. “Malloron.”

Drocco clenched his jaw. “What about him?”

“He has been persistent—sending letters and insisting meetings with you.”

“What happened to his threat to withdraw his offer?”

“I don’t know. Every time we speak he refuses to discuss anything unless you are present.”

Drocco took note of Torin’s position in the room and the Talent-crafters against the back wall. “You’re meeting with him now?”

Torin nodded. “In the next few minutes.”

“You are still allowing portals to come into the Palace?” Drocco asked, harshly.

“Lox crafters are controlling it, Drocco,” Torin insisted. “They are the ones creating the portal now. Malloron has no control.”

Drocco glanced at the Talent-crafters. Torin had always been the cautious and careful one—it was doubtful he would do something that would put them in danger.

Drocco stood up. “I will speak with him.”

Torin hesitated. “I don’t think that is wise.”

“I am the Emperor, and it is me he has requested. I’ll find out what he wants.”

“You have just come from your Omega’s nest, Drocco,” Torin pointed out. “I don’t think it’s wise for you to speak to him immediately after seeing her. He isn’t that important.”

Drocco narrowed his eyes. “How many times do I need to repeat myself with you, Torin?”

Torin sighed and looked him over. “All right. Just remember that he is likely to be frustrated that you have not been available for the last few meetings.”

Drocco nodded. “Understood.”

“We’re ready, Commander,” the nearest Talent-crafter called.

Torin told Drocco where to stand and how to signal to the Talent-crafters when he wanted to end the meeting.

“Ready?” Torin asked.

Drocco nodded.

The Talent-crafters closed their eyes, their hands clasped, and a thin sheet of glistening magic appeared in the air before him and slowly morphed, many brilliant colors jumping within it until the center cleared to reveal Malloron in his rich clothing.

Malloron’s eyes widened in surprise. It seemed he hadn’t expected to see Drocco either.

“Greetings, King Malloron,” Drocco began. “May Eiros thrive and be weal—”

“Is it true you have an Omega?” Malloron demanded, leaning forward.

Drocco nodded. “Yes.”

Malloron stared him for a moment, his dark eyes wild, before leaning back in his chair and composing himself. “Congratulations, Emperor. I take back all insinuations I made that you would not be able to do it.”

Drocco simply dipped his head. “I appreciate it. Is that the only reason for the urgency for us to talk? I assume you realize by now that I will not be agreeing to your terms.”

Malloron lifted his head in a slow nod. “Yes, I realize.” He was silent for a moment. “I believe I can offer something else.”

“Like what?”

“Your Omega’s obedience.”

Drocco tensed, a snarl forming on his face. “Speak again, King Malloron. And I advise you to be careful which words you choose to repeat.”

“It’s no secret that you have had trouble with your Omega, Emperor,” Malloron said, shrugging. “I can help you.”

Drocco could barely contain his anger. Malloron couldn’t know unless someone from inside the Palace had been watching Drocco and sending Malloron updates. There were still spies within the Palace. He glared at Malloron, wishing the man was really in front of him. He would love to drive his axe through the man’s brain and be rid of him.