Her little tongue was slavering over his slit, licking clean any escaped drop just like he’d trained her to. Or had he taught her that?
“Answer me, Omega.”
His use of her designation instead of a name seemed to disrupt her performance. Brenya went still, jaw slack around his girth. Just in time for him to force her head down and shoot another round of sperm into her belly.
She took him smoothly as he whined out such pleasure. Her throat did not struggle, nor did she fight for air. She just lay bent forward, still and blinking. For that he made her hold him longer than he would have had she protested.
Raising his hand, he ended the game, leaving his cock jammed down her throat. She would have to disengage of her own will… her occasional distant behavior never encouraged.
It was some time before she put her hands to his thighs and drew back.
His knot was already fading.
Aggravated for reasons he could not pin, Jacques asked, “Trying to drown yourself?”
She didn’t answer, rolling back on her heels. Dress split down the front so he might fondle her beautiful breasts, hair mussed and face slimy from their sport, she looked to the carpet and seemed lost.
He took her chin, raising her eyes to meet his. Jacques smiled at her. “I want you to show up at dinner like this. Oh, how I’d love to parade you before them so perfect and so freshly used.”
When she shook her head no, he chuckled and amended, “But, of course, then they would want you more than they already do. Since I am greedy, you must be made presentable.” Using his thumb to wipe her wet lips, he asked, “How was the first course?”
He knew her jaw must ache, that her throat burned, and her eyes were swollen from choking. He also knew that some part of her liked it very much. He’d guide her to embrace that part.
They were going to be so happy.
Brenya’s answer was honest. She was always honest. “Your body tastes different than George’s. Better. I am still hungry though.”
He hated the reminder that she’d been with other men, aware his jealousy was hypocritical considering the hundreds of men and women he’d fucked. “It is impolite to mention former lovers when in the company of your mate.”
From the passing confusion on her face, Jacques was certain her thoughts were tripping over the concept of her tech being her lover. She almost seemed ready to argue before thinking better of it. Instead, she muttered, “I would appreciate some water.”
Slacks open, softening cock proudly displayed, Jacques smirked and reached for a nearby glass. He held it up to her lips, enjoying that she knew better than to try to take it from his hand. When she had swallowed enough, he pulled it away, wiping her chin with his fingers.
Purring, Jacques licked his lips. “There is something I wanted to try with you, something I think you’re ready for.”
Unfolding from the ground, Brenya’s fingers went to the buttons of her dress, the Omega acting as if she had not heard him. “I’d like to go visit Annette. It’s been many days, and I’ve never seen a baby before.”
But she was dripping slick. A good Alpha must see to her needs first. “Now?”
Wrecked, but smoothing her hair as if it might help, Brenya softly added, “There isn’t much time before your formal dinner… and it would make me happy. I imagine babies are very interesting.”
She’d said just the thing to tempt him to consider. “You want to hold a baby?”
“I have not seen Annette since…” There was something like anger in her eyes, an emotion an untried courtier like Brenya could not hide. “I’d like to see Annette.”
Setting ankle to knee, Jacques sighed. “I ordered her presence at dinner this evening so she might keep you company while my cabinet entertains the Greth Ambassador.”
His mate’s disappointment was obvious. “And the baby?”
He relented. “Shower first, then go visit your friend. I’m certain Annette will be glad of your attention.”
There was a brief sparkle before Brenya turned to trot off toward the bathroom. A beam. Perhaps the first genuine one outside of sex he’d witnessed—which didn’t exactly make him feel better about all the tight smiles she’d been giving him at the door. Calling after her, the man said, “Don’t take apart any of her clocks.”
The Omega froze so suddenly she almost tripped. When he saw her hang her head before she disappeared to shower, Jacques wished he had not teased her. But, it was better that she understood.
Under his breath, he muttered to the empty room, “That’s right, mon chou. I’m always watching.”“Jacques told me these were an appropriate gift. I hope he was correct.” Arms weighted with a bouquet of fragrant flowers almost as large as she was, Brenya dipped down to show their beauty to the woman resting back upon a mountain of pillows.