Page 26 of Outcast Island

“I-I don’t think I can handle more,” I admit as I shakily close my legs. Attempting to stand right now is entirely out of the question, so I blink at him in shock as I try to process the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me.

What shocks me even more is the fact that my bodydoeswant more. Whatever he just did is convincing my Omega nature that Magnus might be a worthy Alpha.

A few more orgasms like that and I will probably be the first empath to ever fall into estrus.

I dismiss the hopeful thought the moment it crosses my mind. Magnus doesn’t seem to be in a rush to knot me, so maybe he’s just toying with me.

Testing my limits,I remind myself.

He wants to see what I’m capable of.

Shouldn’t that go both ways?

“I want to tasteyounow,” I tell him.

His grin widens as he gives his cock a thoughtful stroke. “I don’t think this will fit in that cute little mouth, Omega.”

“Is that a challenge?” I ask, a little bit of fire returning to my chest.

He chuckles as he steps out of the shower and grabs an oversized towel. He brings it to me, and then starts drying me off.

It’s a sweet gesture, especially given the fact he could just command me to dry myself, couldn’t he?

Instead, he seems to enjoy petting every inch of my body, slowly drying me with the softest towel I’ve ever experienced.

“Stop distracting me,” I chide him as I try not to melt into the tender care that is a role he so easily falls into.

“We’re moving to the bed,” he informs me. “So unless you want wet sheets when I fuck you, I propose I dry you off.”

I pinch my cheeks at his blatant honesty.

“Aren’t the sheets a mess?”

He shrugs. “I’ll replace them.”

Technically, he could just order someone here to be his maid. Must be nice.

This Alpha doesn’t even have to do laundry if he doesn’t want to—and yet, I wait as he dutifully dries each of my fingers, knowing that he intends to do everything himself.

He enjoys taking care of me.

But I want to show him that I’m not like other Omegas. He needs to understand that if he chooses to bond me, there most likely won’t be a child in our future.

It’s not that I don’t want one. I had dreamed of the kind of bloodline I would cultivate in a new nest. In my fantasy, I was no longer an Älva Omega.

I would become someone new.

But with a father like mine, there was no way that would ever happen.

It was a fantasy, at least until now.

What isn’t a fantasy, though, is the fact that my magic will prevent an estrus. I can already feel my guards falling back into place as Magnus’s emotions sway.

He’s enjoying himself, so his anger is quiet, but he is still thinking about the things I told him. He still wants to kill my father.

He has every right to feel that way. I even give him my blessing to go on a bloodrage when it comes to my nest as long as my mother is safe—but it’s that sort of dark emotion that has my estrus hiding.

Because such power is dangerous. I have seen what Magnus is capable of with my own two eyes.

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