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The look of surprise on her face makes me twitch in her mouth as she sucks me down, drinking from me as if she is beyond parched. Soon, she pulls back to dart her tongue over my head, lapping up every bit of my essence.

She cleans me thoroughly then looks up at me, need etched in every line of her face. “More,” she pleads, her lips trembling as she glances between me and my softening cock.

Unable to help the laugh bubbling up my throat, I pull back. Her lips twist into a frown, but I know I’ll soon be able to distract her. Motioning toward the fabrics, I watch in amusement as she tackles them, thoughts of my cock long forgotten.

But it won’t be that way for long. Once her nest is completed, she’ll want me again. Taking advantage of my lucid state, I stride over to my implements and grab a crop. Off to the side, on a small table, I spy my stack of French letters, ready for me to use to keep her from getting pregnant.

I brought the condoms down earlier, but in my excitement, I nearly forgot about them. For now, I cannot chance getting her pregnant. It doesn’t matter if I’m far gone into the rut or not. Unless my cock is in her mouth or arse, it will be covered.

With a soft smile, I watch as she fiddles about, pushing and pulling, tugging the fabrics into some design only she can see. It’s the first time I’ve ever witnessed a full heat, and I find it fascinating. Her arse bounces about as she hunches over, her thoughts only consumed with making the best nest she can.

How I long to turn that pale flesh red. Growling, I shuck off the rest of my clothes, making myself as naked as she’s soon to be. With a quick jerk, I pull her away from her nest.

She lashes out, her angry cries bouncing around the walls. But they mean nothing to me. Holding the back of her skirts aloft, I strike her arse with my palm, drinking in the slight screech of shock.

“You will be still a moment. I will allow you to go back to your nest, but you are far too dressed for my liking.” As quickly as I can, I tug everything off and toss them onto the pile.

She’s disgruntled. I can tell with every vibration of annoyance coming off of her. Seems as if our sweet, demure little omega is a hellcat when provoked. Who would have known? Somehow, it makes it all the more delicious knowing I’ll be the one to tame her, to take her in hand, and see to her need during this time.

Once she’s unclothed, I allow her to go back to fussing about. Now that more things have been added, it’s as if she has to recalculate everything. Again, her fingers fly about as she fusses with it all, pushing things about as she huffs.

I can’t help but chuckle at her antics. Are all Alphas amused when watching their omegas nest? There’s just something so endearing about it. But more than that, I cannot wait to decorate it with my cum and her slick.

With a soft growl, I kneel behind her and grip her beautiful arse, letting her know I’m there. As much as I don’t care about playing with her mind, I don’t want her needlessly distressed. Not yet.

“And now, my dear, we get to the pain I promised earlier.”

CHAPTER 30

ROBERT

It’s as if she cannot hear me. She’s so consumed with her task that my words cease to have meaning. Sitting back on my heels, I stare at her pussy. It drips with slick and arousal, just begging for me to fuck her. But I refrain. I want our first time to be in her nest.

Tapping the end of the crop against my palm, I wait until she bends forward again before letting the leather fly against her skin. She yelps and turns, confusion buzzing about her.

Unlike the snarling little kitten she was when I plucked her from the nest, she looks at me, her eyes wide and wet with tears. I don’t understand it. It’s a simple game between lovers. What on Earth could cause such a reaction?

“Is it wrong?” she asks, her voice soft and plaintive… lost.

Instantly, my heart goes out to her. This is no longer a game. Despite what she’s done, despite the anger between us, there’s a hurt there, a deep wound which leaks out from her eyes.

I hope one day, she’ll tell me the cause, but her nest is not the time or place. All I know is the feelings of inadequacy and hurt which roll off of her, slamming into me. I’ve never felt such emotions from her, and it makes me concerned.

Anger also roars to life for a moment before I tamp it down. I cannot be her knight in shining armor. I cannot destroy the demons which feast upon her mind in the vulnerable times. Not yet. Soon, but not yet. Not until I’m far better equipped.

“No, love,” I soothe, rubbing the crop against my hand. “I’m merely adding some color to your cheeks. Your nest is beautiful, just as you are.”

The smile she gives me nearly cracks my heart in two. I don’t want to feel these things toward her. I wish only to do my duty and see her through this heat. But I find with each passing moment, I fall further under her spell.

She’s desperate for praise. I can feel the yearning flowing through her as if it’s my own. Such a curious conundrum. Dropping the crop to the side, I slide my hand up her arse and grip her cheek.

“You’re doing so well for me, omega,” I urge. “Now finish this lovely nest so I can bed you in it.”

A light blush fans across her face as she ducks her head. I will certainly have to keep this in mind. Seems as if my little omega thrives on my praise. Still though, it makes me wonder what it is that hurts her so, but that is a conversation for much later.

Pulling back, I motion for her to go back to her task. As much as I want to pepper her arse with my smacks from my crop, I would much rather her finish quickly so I can slide my cock into her warm sheath. Dropping my hand lower, I stroke my shaft, getting myself nice and hard for her again.

Minutes slip by and I find myself transfixed by her actions. She pushes and pulls the fabrics into a configuration only she knows. To me, it looks like nothing but a big mess, but to her, it seems like a masterpiece.