My omega wanted him badly and I hated it.
My pussy never stopped throbbing, forever reminding me that he’d denied me release and had simply used me as he saw fit.
Did he not care that he’d left me this way? Was his disdain for me that great?
The two men talked for a long while before they finally parted ways.
“Come. It is time to get you back to your chambers,” he said simply once we were alone again. His voice was still hard, and the tension in his body had yet to relax. My lower lip shook as I followed him on shaky legs. We walked an identical path back to my room and once I was inside, he moved to shut the door between us.
“Wait,” I blurted out unintentionally.
“What is it?” he asked and there was a definitive frustrated annoyance in the way he said it.
I wanted to ask him to stay. I wanted to ask for him to return his fingers to my clit. I wanted to feel every last inch of his cock sinking into my needy flesh.
I wanted to ask him to take my innocence.
I stood there as his glare focused solely on me and I lost everything I wanted to say.
“Well, out with it, omega,” he spat, and I wanted to cry.
The words just wouldn’t come.
I was a coward, too afraid to ask for what I needed.
“Can you have one of the servants bring me something to eat? And to drink?” I managed to whisper.
“I’ll have something sent up,” he replied.
“Thank you,” I murmured, but he’d already slammed the door shut in my face, leaving me all alone once again.
This time, I couldn’t stop myself from crying.
Goddamn fucking bastard. I hated him.
I was going to leave. Tonight.
Chapter 6
Ariana
I cried my tears that night not to wallow in my sadness, but to clear my head. I ignored the raw desire to the best of my ability and prepared myself for the eventual arrival of the servant that would bring me what I requested.
I came up with a plan.
I d
idn’t need to be the king’s woman in order to infiltrate the Cult of the Blood Moon. I could disappear in the depths of the castle. I’d studied the history books. I could find the secret passages I’d read about and observe the Cultists from the safety of complete anonymity. No one would even know I was there. I’d never have to suffer under Magnar’s cruel teasing fingers ever again. I could take care of myself.
It was perfect.
When a woman arrived with a platter of meats and cheeses, I sprang into action. I helped her to the table, where she placed the food and water. I was surprised to see a silver pitcher full of red wine and asked for her to pour me a glass. I excused myself to the restroom while she prepared a plate, but when she wasn’t looking, I pressed a small piece of the thick painting parchment paper just inside the door latch. When I was finished, I slipped into the bathroom and feigned its use. I returned to her a short time later and thanked her.
She handed me the glass of wine, and I took a long sip, enjoying the flavors of black currants and berries.
“This is delicious,” I murmured, and she smiled widely.
I sat down and started to graze while she was preparing the fire. I sipped on the wine and watched as she tidied up the room. When she was done, I smiled in return and told her how much I appreciated how well she took care of me. She grinned and waved before she left, closing the door behind her.