Page 21 of Outcast Island

I needto know how far I can go.

With an Alpha like Magnus, there are no limits.

No boundaries.

No restraints.

My body melts against him as I accept the pleasure he offers. He rolls his thumb over my clit while he softly pumps me.

This isn’t a real test of my limits, but rather an exploration of my body and an introduction to what kind of Alpha he intends to be.

Against all odds, Magnus is the worshiping kind.

He praises me as he fills me with a third finger, and I clench around him. “There’s a good girl,” he says as a purr rumbles to life in his chest. I’m completely vulnerable, but I don’t feel panicked this time now that I know what is happening.

I’m securely in my heat, and with every step closer I take into the bond I’m forming with Magnus, I’m approaching my estrus.

I’ve only heard horror stories of what estrus might be like when it comes to being an Älva vampire.

There are no soft introductions, only forced unions from cruel Alphas who pick their Omegas based on desired traits rather than compatibility. They growl until their womb opens,and then they shove their knot and their seed inside, forcing it to plant into the Omega and create a child whether she wants one or not.

I had no desire to create a new life that way. Nor did I wish to be introduced to my estrus for the first time by an Alpha’s will that forced me to submit.

My ability as an empath never let me believe I was safe. I could read the emotions they thought they hid so well behind their purrs and their growls.

The Alphas my father had chosen for me were indeed stoic, but no one could hide their true soul from me. They held their emotions behind a wall inside their chest, but all of them were ugly inside. Their emotions eventually bled out, and it felt like spears jolting through me if any of them were around. They thought they hid their emotions well, but I could feel the jagged edges of them and how little they cared about anyone else.

Selfishness and greed were emotions, too, and those felt like choking ropes wrapping around my neck. I could hardly breathe, and the mere thought of attempting to mate with one of them sent me into panic attacks.

Thus, my father had given up trying to find me a mate the natural way and sent me to Bariloche Sector for a crash course.

And if it awarded him a few extra Omegas on the side, he wasn’t going to complain.

Magnus responds to my whimper of resurfacing memories and pushes his fingers inside far enough to graze the strong ribbed muscles of my walls. They’re in a formation that will take his knot and squeeze his shaft in return because I’m an Omega built for an Alpha’s biology and size. The muscles can be activated by force—or, apparently, by pleasure.

My body responds to his touch and clenches again, this time in a rolling pattern that I know will feel amazing on his cock, once he’s inside of me.

And his knot will nestle perfectly at my entrance, stretching me in blissful agony.

I never thought I would want a knot, but Magnus has control where other Alphas I had met do not. I know he will find my limits, and then he’ll respect them.

Or, if I ask, shatter them.

“Do you want more?” His timely question comes as my walls tremble with the desire to climax. Something is holding me back, but maybe it’s just not yet enough.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He offers me his wrist again. “You’re starving, especially after you expelled what little blood you must have had. Take what you need from me.”

I stare at the throbbing veins, and my mouth practically waters. A vampire doesn’t have a heartbeat, but our innate power over death reactivates that which shouldn’t be alive. Perhaps it’s magic, as some people say, or maybe it’s just advanced biology not yet understood. Regardless, an unseen force pushes the changed blood through our bodies. That force also warms it, and Magnus’s blood especially runs hot.

Whatever powers a vampire is unique, special, and rarely shared.

An ache rolls through my jaw as my fangs extend, already responding to the offering.

A glimmer of fear sparks inside my chest because my memory of digesting Vampire Alpha blood isn’t a pleasant one.

And I know how powerful Magnus is. What if it burns?

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