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Instead of making me angry, it fills me with an undeniable lust. As much as I want to fix the fabrics, I want more to be at his mercy. It’s this agonizing dichotomy which keeps me on the cusp of sensation. It’s nearly overwhelming, but somehow, he keeps it from taking me over.

One by one, he brings the blankets, sheets, and bits of clothes over to the bed. Not one thing belongs to me. I can tell by the way it smells. The deep, masculine scent of pine infiltrates my brain, making me unable to process anything other than the need to have him smother me in that decadent scent.

Desperation coats my body as I bow up, need coursing through my veins, hot and heavy. Still, he says nothing. He continues to bring everything over until it’s in a pile between us.

Once there’s nothing left to gather, he loosens his cravat and tosses it onto the rest. “Tell me, little omega. How badly do you need me? Are you willing to do anything to have me touch that dripping, aching, sweet little cunt of yours?”

Though the word cunt is not one I’m familiar with, I can gather his meaning as the part of me in question spasms at his question. I am indeed dripping as he walks closer, stripping ever so slowly out of his clothes. Next, he removes his shirt, revealing his toned muscles to my hungry gaze.

My core clenches as his body flexes with each minute movement, making me hunger for him even more. When his hands go toward the flap in the front of his pants, I find I’m nearly panting, desperate to see what makes him all male. But he doesn’t reveal himself.

With a dark chuckle, he sits on the bed and removes his shoes, tossing them to the side of the room before standing once more. He undoes the buttons and pushes his buckskins down past his hips, revealing a long, massive appendage as it springs up, popping out of his pants.

The shaft is smooth with veins winding all around. At the base, it flares a bit before dipping down below where I can see. His member bobs for a moment, drawing my gaze to the tip. Some pearlescent fluid beads at the top, drawing my attention to the plump, thick head.

Hunger rages within me as I breathe in his musky scent. I must taste him. I do not know why or how, but I must. I fear it will kill me if he makes me wait much longer.

CHAPTER 29

ROBERT

Having her look upon me is an aphrodisiac I never knew I wanted. There’s such an uncertainty in her gaze that makes my balls draw up and more precum well to the surface. It drips from my tip and splashes down onto the fabrics below. Like a kitten craving her cream, her eyes follow it down as she licks her lips.

Poor thing doesn’t even realize her reactions to me. The heat is controlling her now, peeling back the mask of propriety and revealing the wanton underneath. Though I told myself this would just be me doing my duty, I can’t help but feel a modicum of relief as I stroke myself to her inquisitive gaze.

I will certainly enjoy deflowering my soon-to-be bride. My heart clenches as her whimpers slam into me. How I had awaited this night. If only it weren’t so tainted. But even now, I feel the rut calling to me, demanding I give in and devour her.

One thing is for certain, though. Even if I allow myself to indulge and taste her virginal flesh, I cannot bite her. Not until our trust has been mended. And even then… who actually knows? Anger and lust swirl in my gut in a heady maelstrom. It would be dangerous to give in and pour out my ire onto her.

Besides, when cooler heads prevail, I might actually learn the full truth from her. But will I want that? Do I truly want to hear what conniving plans she had for me and my family?

With a heavy sigh, I stroke my cock, determined to put away such thoughts until after her heat. It won’t do any good to mull it over now, not when she’s so close to losing coherency. Her eyes glass over, dark and round as she strains against the ropes.

So desperate.

So hungry.

So wanting.

As much as I want to indulge the unspoken plea whimpering from her lips, I know she’ll need to nest soon. A groan rips from my throat as I reach into my breeches to cup my balls. The innocent fascination in her eyes as I pleasure myself would be comical if it wasn’t so bloody erotic.

Her head bobs up and down in time with my hands, as if she’s pleasuring me with her mouth. I can’t wait to claim that hole as well. Truthfully, by the time her heat is done, each and every hole she possesses will be stretched wide as I glide in and out.

“Look at me,” I growl out, my cock pulsing as she obeys me.

The instant our eyes lock, it’s as if lightning arcs between us. Though we are not bonded, it’s as if we become one. Her breaths come in ragged pants, matching my own. As my body heaves, straining toward completion, so does hers.

I have never felt a connection like this, and deep in my soul, I know I’ll never find one like it again. Furiously, I stroke myself, gripping my knot, massaging it as I jerk my hips. Finally, I come.

It spurts out all over the clothes, sheets, and blankets, saturating them with my scent. They already smelled like me, but now, there’s a primal musk in the air which tells every other Alpha to back the fuck off. Granted, no one would dare intrude, but I’m feeling possessive nonetheless.

For a moment, I pant over the mass of fabrics as the last of my essence drips out of me. I don’t want to waste even one drop. As my cock softens, I climb off the bed and untie her with one hand. The other grips my shaft, keeping what little cum I have left inside for her.

It will be the last thing to drive her over the edge. I just know it. Her gaze is unfocused. No longer do her words make any sense. From what I’ve seen and heard about a heat, this is the point of no return.

The moment her hand is free, she jolts forward, desperately needing to construct her nest. But I’m not ready for that just yet. “Stay,” I bark out, infusing my voice with an Alpha command.

She looks up at me, her eyes a pool of darkness. I can tell she doesn’t understand, but I’m not doing this to harm her. If anything, I want this first experience to be good for her. I’m not sure what she’ll remember when she comes out of it, but I want what little memories she has to be filled with pleasure.